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Boy on a Mission Chapter 2
I've thought about a lot of things in the past few days, like, how do I ask my dad if Mr. Hart would be at the office without sounding suspicious? I've already asked one too many questions about the man alone than I ever have in my entire life when it comes to his other colleagues so I don't want or need him to start asking me questions in return. Although, I could pass it off as wanting to know more about the field of his work, especially since Mr. Hart is clearly a big person within the industry, but then again, I wouldn't even know what questions to ask in the first place because, as I've said before, I don't really know the specifics of what these people do. I don't want to sound dumber than I already am, and I certainly don't need to make a fool of myself in front of the man of my dreams.
My mind was scrambled because I couldn't think of a single fucking thing. Come on, universe, don't turn your back on me now.
`I said, good morning.'
I turn around and see my brother, Julian, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.
Leave me alone,' I said. I'm in a crisis.'
`What about?'
`School stuff.'
`Lies,' he leaned down and ruffled my hair.
`You never think about uni,' he added.
He was right. Well, at least not actively. Right now, though? Of course I wasn't going to waste my time thinking about school. I have a dream daddy in mind and I need to figure out how to make a move!
Obviously I'd never say that to Julian, or Cynthia, or Dad. Fuck, especially not Dad. My father does NOT have to know that I'm lusting after his friend.
Tell me,' Julian said as he sat down next to me on the living room sofa. Come on, talk to me. I hardly ever see you these days.'
`Does the big shot company man miss his kid brother?'
`More than I'd like to admit, brat.'
Growing up, Julian and Cynthia always looked after me. They especially did when the woman who birthed us said adios. Cynthia and I aren't super close anymore but we're still comfortable and friendly around each other and I love her to death. Julian, on the other hand, was--and is--an absolute role model of mine and like he said, he hasn't seen much of me in a while because of work, but we're still very close. Both of them were basically my second parents, and even now, they sort of are because I can't do anything outside of buying unnecessary things and writing a few academic essays for school.
I sat upright, `You seeing anyone these days?'
Dear god, what am I doing? He's totally going to suspect something now.
`Nah, not interested,' he replied matter-of-factly.
I rolled my eyes and groaned, `You are so boring.'
`And you?'
There it is. Fuck. I can't tell him.
`Nope.'
`Liar.'
It wasn't a lie. In fact, it's the absolute truth as I am, by definition, an individual who happens to be single. I'm just crushing hard on this fine specimen of a man that is Mr. Hart.
Thankfully, he let it go after. Julian has always been like this. He knew how to read social cues. He knew when to stop when the other person was uncomfortable, more so when it was me. A good and kind trait to have and I'm honestly so thankful for it because it's saved me from numerous awkward situations before.
I thought he'd be on his way after that, but no. He remained on the sofa with me, but had his phone out and was typing something. I guess I was staring a bit because he looked at me afterwards.
`Sorry, Work stuff,' he apologized.
`No worries.'
`You wanna go to the office with me?'
`Gross.'
He raised an eyebrow, `You went with Dad the other day, though?'
I rolled my eyes but before I could say anything, his phone chimed. Being the annoying little brother that I am, I took a very obvious peek and, of course, Julian was aware.
`It's just Mr. Hart, Archie. Relax.'
Fuck no I'm not going to relax. He just told me it was my dream guy. Obviously I'm going to stick my nose where it doesn't belong!
`You know Mr. Hart?' I ask, feigning cluelessness.
Of course Julian would know him. He probably works with him on a daily basis, more so than Dad I'd say. I had to remain oblivious, though. Up the dumb kid act, just in case.
Well, yeah, kid,' he chuckles. I work with the man.'
`You met him the other day, no?' he added.
Hell yeah, I did and it was the best day of my life.
After I answered, Julian kept on texting Mr. Hart and he allowed me to see. Well, he didn't really say anything but I took it as a sign that he was okay with me reading through their conversation.
It wasn't really anything juicy or grand. It was just boring work stuff, as usual when it came to my dad and brother.
Just as I was going to get up and leave, Julian sighed.
`All good?' I ask.
`Yeah. Mr. Hart just wants me and Felicia to attend a meeting with some other employees in one of his office buildings in the city tomorrow.'
Felicia is Julian's personal assistant. Not that it matters right now because my brother is going to see Mr. Hart tomorrow! Okay, now I have to find a way for me to tag along to get a dose of Theodore Hart because as of now, I am on the brink Mr. Hart-deficiency.
`Where is it?'
`You know the tall building near your university park? That one.'
Okay, a good step in the right direction.
`Can I come?'
Julian looked at me funny, `What happened to "gross"?'
No, I've never been to that office,' I answered. I've seen Dad's office enough to last me two lifetimes, so let me get in on something new!'
Something new. Oh, definitely.
My brother laughed at my answer before getting up, `Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm leaving at 8 sharp tomorrow.'
I groaned, playing up the act that would be considered normal for me.
`What the hell's so important for us to leave THAT early?'
In part, I agreed with my own words. Why the hell would someone, anyone, leave that early to get to work? Especially if you're already a person of status, no? But I had to act this way, because truly, I did not care as the only thing I did care about was the fact that I'd get to see Mr. Hart again and get more information to navigate this whole mission impossible of mine.
`Hey, either come or don't.'
`Okay, fine.'
Great,' he says while walking to the kitchen. Don't be late!'
I'd never.
Just like Dad, Julian's a silent driver. No music, no radio, nothing. I'd call him a dinosaur but he's not even that old. The guy's just ten years older than me, after all. Usually, during these car rides, we'd talk about something so I don't even know why I'm referring to them as silent drivers because they're clearly not silent; the cars are.
`Try not to cause any trouble, okay?'
I've never,' I reply. Name one time I got in trouble at Dad's.'
`That's because it's Dad's. This is Mr. Hart's office, so be good.'
I'll be extra good if it means I'll get to see Mr. Hart quicker.
As we stepped into the main building, we were greeted by the staff, partook in small talk, yada yada yada. You know, like when I go to Dad's offices. See? I know how to manage myself. I'm not totally helpless.
After Julian was done talking to the receptionist, he turned towards me, `Okay, there's a really nice cafe with amazing hot chocolate on the third floor. Get anything you like.'
I was a bit taken aback, I can't lie. I hardly even noticed that he had slipped some cash into my hand because I was, well, taken aback! What the hell? I thought I was going to join him in the meeting like I've done multiple times with Dad.
`Wait, I'm not going with you?'
`No, Archie. Why would I bring you?'
Wow, that kind of stung. I know he didn't really mean anything by it, but damn.
`Dad usually lets me join.'
`That's Dad. He's the big boss.'
`You are, too, right? Kind of?' I say, hoping for a change of mind and heart.
I'm not. Especially not here. Getting there, though,' he smiled as he patted my shoulder. I won't be long, don't worry.'
Well, shit. I come all the way here and this is what I get? I mean, not like I had anything better to do, but still! See, the universe fucking hates me, I knew it. I've always known it.
Julian went off to the meeting and I was stuck, at a cafe, sipping on a flavorsome hot chocolate (Julian did not lie), alone. The moment I sat here, my mind had gone elsewhere, and elsewhere is Latin for Mr. Hart. I thought to myself, maybe I'd be able to see him after the meeting, but who knows? Maybe he'd have to leave immediately or something. I wouldn't be surprised, of course, just disappointed.
I actually felt my heart ache at the thought of not seeing the man. Even if I didn't get to speak to him, seeing him would be enough. I don't know what came over me because I started to go online again and scroll through pictures of Mr. Hart. A bit weird considering where I am at the moment, but I was desperate. I needed some material, something to help visualize my fantasy of the hunk.
There you go, a picture of him at a company dinner, I presume. He was sat next to my dad in this picture, smiling brightly at probably one of the many cameras that were pointed at his gorgeous face. He had a palm on Dad's shoulder while the other raised a glass of champagne. Mr. Hart was doing something so simple. Some might say he wasn't doing anything at all, period. Fair, but obviously I didn't see it like that. I saw every single fine detail etched in his appearance. His salt and pepper hair wasn't slick back in this photo; he had a side part, like a tapered flow hairstyle. From what I could see, which was everything above his torso, he had on a maroon colored shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Some of the buttons were undone, displaying his muscular and fuzzy pecs. Ugh, what a tease.
As I marveled at the picture, I started to imagine him coming home from the company dinner, to me. He'd start by kissing me the moment he stepped a foot in the house, but unfortunately, my fantasy was cut short because my sixth sense made me aware of my surroundings, and that's when I saw Julian heading towards me.
`Took you long enough,' I grumble.
`An hour and a half,' he snorts.' Stop being dramatic.'
`How was it? Mr. Hart give you shit?'
With a lifted eyebrow, he said, `Mr. Hart wasn't there.'
The fuck? Double negative. First, I wasn't allowed in the meeting room, and now, I'm hearing that the man wasn't even A PART of the meeting. Holy fuck.
`Yeah, it was just a meeting with a couple executives and a few employees,' he explained upon seeing my expression, I figure.
What a bust.
`How'd it go?' I asked, continuing the facade.
As usual, my mind wandered elsewhere as Julian told me about the meeting. At this point, I'm not even thinking about about Mr. Hart. My mind was just blank. Fuck, I just wanted to see his face. Is that too much to ask for?
It's almost noon, so any hope for me to leave was completely gone because it was way too early, and considering Julian's already here, he's probably going to do a lot of work around the office. If I'm lucky, he'll finish up before 6. IF I'm lucky, because my workaholic brother usually works until super late and sometimes, he'd even stay the night at headquarters. He even has a futon in his office, for crying out loud. I can only hope that he gets everything settled as quickly as possible because I'm mad and I don't want to be here anymore.
Once again, the universe hits me with a massive `lmao, chew on this' because after lunch my brother had to run to a few more meetings, which is ridiculous and exactly the reason why I can never see myself in corporate when I'm done with college. Anyway, I've been sitting at the same cafe for the past few hours, waiting for Julian. He had told me to take a cab home or have one of our drivers pick me up, but I told him it was fine because, well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm delusional as hell and a part of me was still hoping that I'd get to see Mr. Hart. I was going to challenge the universe if I had to. Just let me see the damn man.
Apparently, the universe did not take too kindly to my demand and chose to ignore it. Absolutely wonderful. I looked at the time and saw that it was already 8 p.m. The building was pretty much vacant at this point, with the exception of a few people like my brother, unfortunately. I decided to leave and go home to wallow in my sorrow. My heart ached a bit as I stepped out of the main building and got into my car. I didn't even hear Mr. Bailey, one of my family's chauffeurs, greet me. Once I was settled, I let out an audible sigh and managed my best to relax a little. I'm going to take a hot bubble bath the moment I get home. I deserve it.
It was a bit of a drive, an hour or so, and I really felt like eating something easy, so I asked Mr. Bailey, if we could go to the drive-thru of a nearby fast food joint to which he nodded, taking a slight detour. Having put my order in after arriving, I felt the urge to pee, so I asked to stop the car so I could rush into the restaurant to empty my bladder.
After doing my business, I took the nearest exit to get to the car but as I did, a nice-looking car that just parked, caught my eye. As said car's headlights were switched off, I managed a glance at the people inside the vehicle. Yes, yes, I am very nosy but hey, it's not every day you see a luxury car at this sort of place (unless it's mine). Those who frequent this area are usually students and there's no way the driver of the high-end car in front of me is a student.
I was right.
And I was right in the BEST possible way.
Hiding behind a pillar of the restaurant, I spied on the people in the vehicle: Mr. Hart and some random woman...who happens to be someone who is NOT Alicia Hart, his wife. They appear to be speaking to one another, but obviously I can't make out what the hell they're saying.
What I COULD make out, though, was their body language, because ain't no way that's how you're supposed to talk, or in this sense, touch, some chick who's not your spouse.
Mr. Hart was only mere inches away from the woman as he tilted her chin with his finger to face him before stroking her cheek with his thumb. Fuck, it took everything in me to not scream because I was so jealous of her.
He then leaned in and kissed her cheek and her lips.
Oh.
Oh, wow.
So, what? Is Mr. Hart cheating on his wife? I mean, sure looks like it from the way the two were sucking faces. I just wish it's my face that he's sucking. I could practically feel myself leaking pre as I watched this entire scene unfold before me.
They continued their conversation while sneaking in small kisses in between, a few which I was able to capture on my phone. God bless technology, right?
What was I going to do with these pictures that were now in my possession? Oh, I was going to beat off to them, for sure, imagining myself in the woman's place as I swap spit with Mr. Hart. However, there was one thing that I really, really could do to help me in my mission.
I quickly left the scene and got back to Mr. Bailey who had been waiting. As he drove me home, I studied the picture on my phone, and thought about the power in my hands at this very moment. I could definitely use this as leverage. I wouldn't be ruining Mr. Hart's family, of course, because see, he's already doing that on his own. I'm just here to make sure that the situation works to my advantage and right now, I think it's steered in a very good direction. One I, personally, did not expect which, to be completely frank, makes the whole scenario much hotter.
I grinned at the thought of blackmailing the man of my dreams, but then again, would it truly be blackmail if he wanted it? If he wanted me? Make no mistake, I am very sure that he'll regret this whole situation; both mine, and the one that he willingly put himself in with that woman he was with, but I treasure him, so I'd prefer it to be pleasurable for the both of us, especially since things have become much more interesting.
Looking at the bright lights of the city as we drove home, I sighed, content with what the universe has given me today, albeit a little late.
Difficult as it may be, this situation, I've never been one to shy away from a challenge. He'll want me. He will. He has to.
And I'll make sure of it.
To be continued...