Saint sat at his desk spinning the pen in his hand and clicking it while he thought. He stared down at the sheet for application one hundred and fifty-two. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered their first encounter.
He had been in that bathroom a whole twenty minutes. He could hardly believe it at the time, he didn’t know what had possessed him to stay silent. Normally he would have just, haughtily interrupted, sneered at the person who inconvenienced him then walked out of there. Just for some reason he had felt glued, just listening to the melodic voice almost entranced.
Saint chuckled, he had even gotten distracted from the very reason he had gone in there. He went in there to hide for a few minutes as these interviews actually made him very nervous inside. Some applicants were even older than him and being in such a position was awkward as he had to be the power in there. He had never liked that power, but they had thrust him into this role and he had no choice.
After meeting that kid Heart, he felt like he had even less of a choice than he had before. The choice was so hard for him and he had thought he really might not be able to do this leading a company thing.
Now, well…
After one fifty-two came in, used the toilet and then surprisingly dunked his entire head in the water, then started panicking when it looked worse than before. He had almost lost it and started giggling. Then the guy had fussed with his hair while reciting his interview answers very nervously out loud. He had waited for the kid to notice he was in there and had actually thought he would stop and apologize embarrassed. The kid had zoned out and was practically chanting the answers. To be honest, the answers were actually well thought out and smart.
He had thought, ‘Gosh his voice is cute, but it had been ten minutes and if I don’t, come out there soon, then there won’t be interviews at all and the kid doesn’t look like he is going to calm down anytime soon’.
So he had stepped out only to become distracted and enthralled by how absolutely gorgeous that guy really was.
His longer fluffy, light, sandy-brown hair was side-swept upwards, but his hair wasn’t gelled back and was still very damp so it was continually falling gently into his eyes. His small nose was set in between soft eyebrows and his round eyes were covered delicately with long dark downward-pointing lashes, that rested above cute cheeks and the prettiest pair of lips he had ever seen.
Saint had to do his best not to stare at those lips that were as pink and bright as a peach. The bottom one was plump and shiny while the top pointed slightly upwards like his mouth was in constant exhale and pouting at the same time. Only, both were so juicy he just wanted to go over and bite them. His thoughts started down a very naughty path, so he looked down to avoid that dark gaze, those succulent pink lips.
That had been the wrong move.
He had been so shocked by the kids’ suit he had lost all composure.
It had driven him up the wall, scandalous an utter culture shock, fashion coup… The kid’s taste was impeccable, the suit wasn’t gaudy. No, that hadn’t been what had blown his mind out of the universe.
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Because for a trained eye like his, in fashion, it was no ordinary suit for any gentleman.
Pc ojma, la kjr cba wfjca obg atf wjif ybvs.
K gjatfg atja bo j ofwjif, j atlc, megns ofwjif.
Ccv tf kbgf la kfii.
Rb, tf kbgf la yfjealoeiis.
Ktf wbgf Vjlca tjv qea tlr agjlcfv fsf ab atf ola, la tjv yfmbwf jqqjgfca atja atfs tjv wjvf la obg… Rb, jiwbra ilxf la tjv yffc wjvf obg tlw. Szmfqa obg j ofk rwjii qijmfr atja kfgf bynlberis, nfgs, nfgs aluta.
The more he stared, the more he knew,
This suit wasn’t made for him, he was made for that suit.
He was wearing a princess style suit that came in much narrower and buttoned up much higher in the waist. It cinched at the back with a pleat down the center and a small pearl clasp. It accentuated his long torso, the small but strong arms and his nice shoulders. Underneath he had on a school uniform shirt unbuttoned slightly, just enough to get a peek at a beautiful clavicle and creamy skin… Almost tantalizingly pretty.
The pants, which on a woman’s body would look loose, straight-legged, and with bootcut pleats looked completely different on his figure. On him it ended up giving a tight outline to his thighs and down into his calves before ending at the perfect height on his shoe and the back part was so tight because of his bum that it looked like whoever had worn those pants before would most likely never fill them out in the same way ever again.
Which, if you asked him. He would never allow that kid Heart to take the dang suit off.
The front was very tight coming up to his middle V-line before becoming slack over his bulge. Saint smiled again remembering the moment he had helped him zip up the front.
He remembered how adorable Heart had been as his breath caught and he froze his eyes much like a pretty little doe. Saint groaned…
He realized he needed to calm down, and got up from his desk and walked to the window, to stare down at the view.
That kid was ingrained in his brain. Every muscle he couldn’t see, but inherently knew was there.
His voice, those eyes, the flutter of his eyelashes, his scent. Even the beat of his heart. He had thought he was pretty before. Then he had come into the interview with his hair slightly damp, his neck perspiring and a fresh face, he had pursed his lips, then smiled politely and Saint almost gave up on that interview once he saw the cutest set of dimples he had ever seen.
He was about to tell everyone to get the hell out so he could get to know the new hire intimately.
But that would have been wrong.
And a clear violation of his power.
But man would it have been fun, freeing, and… Highly inappropriate.
So instead he had zipped his lip and waited to pounce, waiting for the kid to have his turn.
The moment it was his turn Saint asked the questions before anyone else could. He had originally been bored and uninterested, nervous and agitated at doing the interviews at all and so had stayed mostly silent. Allowing the oldest interviewer to ask all the questions so that he wouldn’t be seen as rude, but the moment it had come to Heart. He had just lost all control almost as if he was drawn to speak and he had pounced like a deadly lion on its kill.
The flash of anger in Heart’s eyes had been so cute. Where the fire in his answers made them come out as confident and cocky, which had amused Saint to no end. But when he looked at those eyes, they still seemed as scared as the kid in the bathroom. He thought that the heart he had been keeping tightly wrapped away from the world and all to himself for the past two years might just melt from this boy named Heart and his beautiful breathtaking dimples.
Those brown eyes with their twinkling amber flecks had just done something to him.
“I really have to have him.” He stared out the window, aware he was alone and stating that for only the cityscape below him to hear.
There was only one problem.
There were only two spots open for hire in his company at the moment, and he was pretty sure who they would go to.
There had been a lot of strong candidates for the spot the kid had wanted. He just didn’t see how he could give someone so fresh and with no experience in business management outside of his campus prep. No experience at all for the internship.
‘Couldn’t you help me out even a little, I want to give you the job. God, I want to.’ He sighed with disappointment.
He stared at the university portion of his resume again. This was not even his major, but his minor in University.
Saint pinched the bridge of his nose and threw the resume down on his desk with the others.
Maybe he could just forget him.
He had no idea why he was so drawn to Heart. It just felt inexplicably important that he saw him again.
But he couldn’t abuse his power… No.
He had only been in this position for a short time and he needed to prove himself.
He had too.
Eyes were everywhere.
Though most of them were not friendly, he had a feeling more than a few of the interviewees had been plants from his father and maybe even a few from his grandfather. With watchers always on his back, he couldn’t screw this up.
Despite this overwhelming pull towards Heart the job had to come first. Especially if he wanted a shot at Heart. And he wanted that, he wanted it like he never had before.
“I am going to figure out how to have you here, with me, so I can get to know you better. Than I can figure out just what it is about you that’s got me so beguiled.” He said with a fierce, almost chilling determination, then walked out of his office and up to his secretary’s desk.
“Kit, we have picked the candidates they are the two you thought of, but add another to the list for me. I suddenly have a need for a new hire for myself and I think I found the perfect slave to do it.” Saint almost purred happily at him.
I dunno if I like this Saint guy. Is he obsessed because of the string?
Thanks for the chapter~
XD Keep reading is all I can say hahaha. The story kinda makes you like him more as you go along.
I love the interplay between them. Saint seems anything but. Lol Thanks for the chapter!!
Yes the interplay between these two is always smoking hot. XD And Saint is very much a handsome butt… and a handful. Hahaha
Is the string attached to Saint? and maybe its influencing him?
thanks for the chapter!
Thanks for reading. Nice catch on figuring out who string one is. XD
I really hope it’s not a Harem 😭, from the beginning we met a lot of beautiful kids