No Will Of My Own By D.M
Disclaimer- Of course this story is in no way true, I may have met Mr Will Young and know his sexuality but I do not claim to have any insight into his personal life. Also guys, make sure you are over 18 or whatever age you need to be to view this material. This isn't going to be a porn story; it will need to build up first if anything. Also I wanna slip in some recommendations; everyone should read "Orli" in celebrity as well as "Boys Get Busted", and also Busted Love in boy bands. Not my stories but they're good so go read!
I woke up, glanced at the clock and groaned slightly. 10:30. I sighed "Stupid fucking jobs, who invented this need for money anyway!" I'm not really a morning person... Looking next to me, I see what I'm looking for. My phone. Brand new by the way, just got it, still not sure how to work it.
In my boxers and t-shirt I finally haul my ass out of bed, my rather toned ass if I say so myself! At this thought I chuckle. I walk steadily into the en-suite, living in London isn't that bad, but I'd really rather I still stayed in Glasgow with my family, I did miss them occasionally. But, on the plus side I did have better shops to spend money in! Let me properly introduce myself. Glenn Wyatt, 27 P.R. Consultant for a firm in London (that's why I had to move) I'm just over 6 ft, green eyes Blond hair and I would love to say I was gods gift to men, but I'm not. I can hold my own though. I work out when I get the chance, mostly swimming though, so I have that slightly muscular look, toned it would be called, or defined. Anyway that's me.
Coming out of the shower and drying myself off, I give a fleeting look at the poster above my bed, of a certain celebrity...Will Young...mmm...gorgeous guy. Coming out of my daydream I dry myself off, slip on some dark blue boxers, black trousers, CK belt, Ben Sherman Purple shirt and a lavender tie, also with my suit jacket, but I never really wear that in my office, its just for outside really. Earning $40,000 a year means that I'm pretty lucky for a P.R. Consultant. I also get to spend loads of money on clothes woo! I have a walk in wardrobe in my house I kind of needed it once I found all the clothes shops!
Anyway, not that I'm ready to go, I grab my laptop and my briefcase and head out. Stopping at the front door to look in the mirror. I'd forgotten my hair gel shit! I ran upstairs and quickly flicked it through my hair, bringing a slight Mohican to my hair but it starts at the right side of my crown and works right down diagonally to the left side of my face, its easy simple and plus looks pretty cool. I ran out the door locking it and switching off the alarm in my car, a bardn new mini, I'd waited for ages to get one, it was delivered last week, Navy Blue with a Black roof, looked pretty smart, like me hehe.
Arriving in work about 5 minutes late, I rushed to my office, smiling an apologetic smile at my best friend Emma. She was also my boss. She just rolled her eyes and pointed at my office, indicating that basically I had a client waiting. I nodded curtly and walked in, hanging my jacket up and taking of my suit jacket, while at the same time apologising. I stuffed my case on my desk and my laptop behind the door, and then went over to properly introduce myself. That's when I saw who it was...
Will Young, sitting on the couch in my office...I had to stop myself jumping on him right there.
"Hi I'm Glenn Wyatt Mr Young, how can I help you?" I sat down in my swanky leather office chair and watched him across my desk.
"Well basically, I need a new P.R. Man as my last one didn't really turn out too well, he ended up not being very good...at anything, really"
I sat up slightly straighter at this point.
"Well, I'm sure our company would love to take you on and-" He cut me off.
"No, no no I mean I want you as my P.R. consultant, I don't need the company really. I've asked around and I've been told you're the best."
My chest swelled at this and I did to be honest really have to consider what he was saying. Sure he was Will Young but he may nt be around for another year and this job I was guaranteed to be here for at least 5. My chan of thought was interrupted.
"I can offer you $65,000 a year plus expenses, a new car and a 25% discount at Slaters, D2, and a couple of other clothing outlets...so what do you say?"
Ah well... There's a cliff hanger! Email me with suggestions and/or comments, constructive only please!, also please header it "No will of my own" so I know what its about.
D.M.