Starting a successful home business is a hard thing, that's for sure. There were many obstacles and difficulties when I started, but now the 'Watson & Co.' is a popular branding. Being an entrepreneur is not easy, let alone when the '& Co.' part of your brand is nonexistent.
That's right. There is no one else helping in managing the company but myself. Alexander Watson worked solo. Well not really, I do most of the things myself but I do need help now and then. That's why I hired a personal assistant when my company started to become highly sort after.
Like I said, I run a home business. Everything is done here at my home. Which means I tend to be indoors a lot. I don't go outdoors much but I'm pretty active at home. My home , or mansion more like, has three bedrooms (one huge master bedroom for myself and then two guest rooms) all with their own private bathrooms. My own small gym is were I work out at least three times a week. Then there is the usual stuff; kitchen, dining room, study, office and lounge.
I live alone for some unknown reason. You'd that a good-looking man in his mid 30s who happens to be a millionaire would have people falling for him. Weirdly, I don't. Maybe cause I don't go out much.
But then again, I'm not looking for any sort of relationship. You could say I'm an attractive man. I don't have those abs that women seemed to be obsessed about, but I'm pretty toned. I'm 5'9" and I'm of Moroccan descent, which explains my slightly hazel eyes. My skin is naturally a colour close to hazel, I'm not even sure what it is to be frank.
So you'd think, why aren't the chicks rolling out? I dunno. I'm won't call myself gay, but I won't call myself straight either. Don't even know if I am bisexual since I've only had sexual experiences with women.
I do sometimes watch a gay porn flick once my assistant goes home. Mostly of twinks, since I think I have developed a fetish toward younger men. This does explain why I do sometimes feel a twitch now and then, when my assistant occasionally happens to bend over to pick up a fallen object.
If you're confused, my assistant is young man. Can't call him a boy anymore since he turned 18 a few weeks ago. I hired Luke for an internship at the beginning of the year, after showing his resourcefulness on a number of occasions, I decided to offer him a job as my personal assistant. Which he gladly accepted, by the way.
He may be just 18, but Luke is one of the most talented people I know. He is an IT genius, completely thorough with everything technical-related. Not only does he have brains but he is gifted naturally as well.
I wouldn't be lying if I said he had a nice ass. Like I mentioned, it's a complete turn on when he bends down, resisting the urge to run across the room and grope his ass is definitely hard.
Luke is very attractive, with his wavy semi-blonde hair and his athletic body. Oh yeah, Luke plays football too.
Casually I began to develop fantasies of Luke. It went to the point where I inserted a dildo into myself while calling his name out. He was a regular part of my masturbation fantasies, I most commonly imagined him fucking me relentlessly while I was bent over my office table.
Being in the same room with him became hard as he seemed to always be in a position where his body seemed strangely erotic. Or my mind might have started to portray anything in a perverted manner.
This continued for the next few days until one day Luke request to take the rest of the day off.
"It's the middle of our peak hour, clients will be contacting us a lot soon. What happened Luke?"
"Well, Mr. Watson, I happen to be feeling a bit strange today."
"What do you mean?"
"I honestly don't know what's happening to me. I must be feeling tired. I think I just need to sleep for a bit."
"You can go home if you'd like to, but do you think you still have it in you to wait till this hour finishes. Then we will be pretty much done for the day."
"Of course, Mr. Watson. I can handle the dizziness for 20 minutes."
"Are you sure? Don't stress yourself, if you need to go home it's completely fine with me. Your health is the priority"
"No no. I'm confident I can work for the remaining 20 minutes."
"Alright then. Just finish those papers and you can call it a day. How's that sound?"
"Great! Thank you Mr. Watson."
I smiled and faced my laptop to finish typing a draft manifesto for an upcoming event. Luke returned to his desk to resume filing and sorting a small stack of papers.
Luke didn't usually use his chair, he was usually standing around his desk and only sit down when he used the laptop. I was going to tell him to sit down when he suddenly grunted and staggered a bit.
I rushed over and quickly helped him sit on his chair.
"Luke, you should've told me you were feeling this bad. You shouldn't have worked at all today. Sit back and breathe deeply, I'll fetch you something you to eat."
Luke mumbled a thank you while I scurried off into kitchen. I quickly rushed back with a jar of water, some orange juice and some assorted fruits.
"Here you go, drink some juice first. You need the energy. Fluids are vital, I remember you telling me about it."
Luke drank the glass of juice in one go and started munching on the fruits. I went back into the kitchen to refill the glass with more juice, only to come back to find the entire assorted fruit bowl emptied.
I handed him the glass which he drank just as quickly and he then pour himself some water so that he could hydrate himself.
"Luke, were you starved? You ate it all so fast. Feeling any better?"
"I didn't know I was that hungry. I'm feeling much better. Thanks Mr. Watson."
"Call me Alex. You know me well enough already. I'm sure of it. It's pretty ridiculous to keep calling me 'Mr. Watson'. Alex will be fine."
"Then thanks Alex. Don't worry, I'll leave soon. You probably have plans for the evening."
"Luke I can't let you go home after that. You need to rest. I'll call your parents to come pick you up. And you just relax and stop stressing yourself about me. I have no plans tonight."
With that I carefully escorted Luke out of the study and into the lounge where he sat on my massive couch while flipping through the TV channels. I called his parents to let them know what was going on.
"Guess what Luke?"
"What Mr. Wat- Alex?"
"You're going to be spending the night over."
"What happen to my parents?"
"They said they are leaving town in a few minutes. They told me you knew about it. You apparently forgot to take the house key with you when you came for work today. So there is no way for you to get into your house even if I drive you home."
"Oh ... I guess I'm going to be crashing on your couch then?"
"Definitely not. You can't sleep on the couch. It won't be comfortable for you. Please, choose between my guest rooms. You're not my employee anymore, working hours are over. Now you are my guest and guests are treated as highly as I can treat them."
"Oh wow. Thanks Alex. This is very kind of you."
"It's the least I could do. What would you like for dinner? I wasn't prepared for guests but I do happen to have roast lamb, does that sound appetizing?"
"It does. That's actually my favourite. I'd love some."
"Alright then, you watch some TV while I heat it up."
I readied the table just as I would for any guest, with lining and cutlery you'd find only in the best restaurants. Then I placed the lamb on the table as well as some vegetables, couscous, a bowl of lebanese rice, some mashed potatoes and a classic green salad.
'Dinner's served Luke. Need me to help you up?"
"It's fine. I can manage."
I knowingly expressed a sign of concern on my face.
"I promise Alex. I am not stressing myself out. I am feeling heaps better."
Luke's face lit up when he saw the dining table. It warmed my heart to see him appreciate such a simple thing as a meal.