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"Mr. Kantapon?" Becca's voice called from his office door as she knocked to get his attention. Offroad wanted to pretend he didn't exist, but he knew only doing so would make her life more difficult. Besides, it wasn't her fault that she worked for an egotistical psychopath who was hell bent on making Offroad's life a living hell. Offroad, however, worked for one of the most innovative, smart, successful, kind, passionate men in the world. His only downside was that he had somehow bred that monster that haunted his dreams.
"What is it, Becca?" Offroad said, smiling at her, trying to remain calm.
"Mr. Pittaya asked me to fetch you," She said hesitantly.
"I am going to assume he did not tell you why?" Offroad asked, and Becca just shook her head no.
"He just said it was urgent," Becca said quietly.
"To him, everything is urgent," Offroad sighed, standing up and fixing his shirt. "Let's go see what he wants, shall we?" Offroad said, motioning for Becca to go first.
Offroad was once in Becca's position, but it was for the senior Mr. Saechua, and when he was promoted from CFO to CEO, his position came with a new secretary who had held the position for decades. Daou could have elected to keep Offroad on as his, but without hesitation, dismissed him even against his father's wishes. Mr. Saechua moved him to the finance department, and he had quickly became a team manager, but Daou had proved that he was not finished with him just yet and would call Offroad to his office for the most ridiculous reasons, just in hopes that his work performance would suffer.
Offroad had once threatened to tell his father, and Daou had laughed in his face and threatened him back with spreading rumors about how he and Mr. Saechua were lovers. It wasn't true if anything, Offroad viewed the man as a father, but he didn't want to hurt his reputation unlike his actual son who seemed to have no care in the world for anyone but himself. This was why he was actively seeking employment elsewhere. He needed out. They arrived outside Daous' office door as Becca knocked on the door before opening it enough for her and him to slip through.
"Sir?" Becca called, and Daou spun around in his chair, his eyes landing on Offroad as his lips curled into a devilish smirk.
"You're excused, Becca," Daou said, waving her off.
"Actually, Becca, please stay," Offroad said, not taking his eyes off of Daou.
"Daou, how can I assist you?" Offroad asked.
"I would prefer it if you referred to me as Mr. Saechua," Daou said, his annoyance clear in his tone. Offroad wanted to roll his eyes as if. The fact Daou thought he deserved even an ounce of respect that he gave to his father was laughable.
"And I would prefer to have a million dollars, but it looks like we both lucked out," Offroad smirked at him. He was genuinely not in the mood for this man and his bullshit today. "If that was all, excuse us," Offroad said, giving the man a slight bow as he motioned for Becca to go towards the door.
"That wasn't what I wanted," Daou called out. "I would like a latte," Offroad paused, spinning on his heels, trying to keep a straight face.
"I'll have Becca bring that to you," Offroad smiled.
"No, I want you to make it and bring it to me," Daou requested.
"Sir, do you know how busy I am? I do not have time for these trivial things," Offroad sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Becca, your secretary, is more than capable of getting you a latte."
"But I want you to get it," Daou said as he picked up a pen on his desk and began to play with it, spinning it around finger to finger.
"Becca, please go get Daou a latte," Offroad instructed. "Then please inform Mr. Saechua as to why his reports will be late while I stand here to bring his son a latte," Offroad watched as the pen stopped spinning in the man's hand as his face filled with anger.
"Yes, sir," Becca said, giving them a bow.
"You call my father, you are fired," Daou growled, and Becca froze.
"I have a better idea, let's call him together," Offroad said. He knew he was poking the bear but he was honestly so frustrated and over Daous bullshit he didn't care. He reached for Daou's phone, and his wrist was gripped in a death hold by Daou, who glared up at him. "Is there a problem?" Offroad growled the pain in his wrist growing.
"You think you're so important, don't you?" Daou laughed quietly. "You think you're the first person to fawn all over him? Do you think he is going to fall in love with you?" Daou asked so seriously.
"If that is what you honestly think I want, you are more crazy than I originally thought," Offroad laughed. "You don't know a damn thing you spoiled ass entitled-"
"What's going on here?" Mr. Saechuas' voice boomed from Daou's doorway. Daou immediately let go of Offroads' wrist, standing to greet his father. "Why is Offroad in here and not at his desk working on the reports I requested?"
"Oh, I was looking over the Neung report and found some inconsistencies with the numbers and asked Offroad to explain them to me," Daou said so smoothly, even Offroad would have believed it if he knew his work was impeccable.
"Offroad and inconsistencies don't belong in the same sentence, son," Mr. Saechua laughed. "I'll tell you what, letting this boy follow you from college was the best thing you've ever done for this company," He said, coming over and squeezing Offroad's shoulders. Daous' eyes turned murderous as they looked at him.
"Excuse me," Offroad said with a bow. "I should return to my desk and finish my work,"
"Of course, I need those reports by the end of the day," Mr. Saechua said. "No more bugging him, you can play with your little friend later," Mr. Sarchua laughed as he now patted Daous' shoulders.
"He is not my friend," Daou said, and Offroad could hear the growl in his throat.
Offroad walked out of the room swiftly, practically ignoring Becca's bow as he raced back to his office. Offroad hated himself for the decisions he made that led him here. It was true he was Daous' college junior, but they studied different things, but no one could miss the star of the campus. He was everywhere. On all the social media pages, front and center at every event. When Offroad had first seen him, he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful, but he realized it was all a lie. Daou was cruel in the worst ways possible. Offroad couldn't help but sadly laugh to himself as he made it back to his office. At one point in time, Offroad would have died for Daou to even look in his direction, to even know his name, but now Offroad would give anything for Daou to never know who he was.
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Daou POV
"How are you settling in?" His dad asked him as Daou sat back down in his seat, and his father sat in front of him.
"Settling in?" Daou asked, confused. "I've been in my position for months now dad,"
"Yes, I know," His father sighed. "But I hear you keep bugging Offroad often," Daous eyes immediately cut to Becca, hoping the word traitor burned into her skin. "Don't blame Becca son, Spike in the finance department told me Becca has been coming more and more these days to fetch him," His father said looking back at Becca.
"I have questions," Daou said, trying to play it off.
"Then you should have kept him on as your secretary," His father said, his eyes narrowing at him. "No offense, Becca,"
"None, taken, sir," Becca spoke quietly. "Sir, do you still want that latte?"
"No, just go do something," Daou said, waving her off. Daou watched as Becca bowed out of the office.
"A latte?" His father asked. "You hate coffee,"
"I wanted to try one," Daou shrugged.
"Is that what you do with your day?" His father asked with a small laugh. "Try out new drinks? Maybe we should move Offroad back over here, I feel like you would be more productive."
"If you want him to be a secretary so badly, fire that old bat of yours and take your precious Offroad back," Daou said mockingly.
"Daou, I thought we settled this whole jealousy thing," His father sighed. "Do I need to remind you of the fit you threw when I was going to do just that, and then you fired him?"
"I am not jealous," Daou growled. "Do you know how awkward it is to have your father's lover work no more than a stone's throw away from you?"
"Lover?" His father laughed loudly. "Oh, son, you and your crazy ideas." His father stood fixing his suit. "Tell Becca to keep your lunch window open on Friday, we have an important meeting to attend."
"With whom?" Daou asked.
"It's a surprise," His father winked at him before also exiting his office.
Daou huffed, flopping back in his chair. This wasn't what he ever wanted to do with his life, and his father was well aware of that, but here he was, stuck. When he father was finally named CEO of their own families enterprise Daou was yanked from his life and thrown into a position he honestly didn't want especially if it came with him, Daou thought as he glared at his computer screen knowing damn well if he hit the little tab in the corner it would bring up a live feed of the boys office.
He had bribed a man in IT to install it; if they hadn't, Daou had no problem installing his own. There was something about the kid that just pissed Daou off. Maybe it was the fact that ever since he had run into his father, every other word out of his father's mouth was Offroad this and Offroad that. Why can't you be more like Offroad? Offroad would have never done that. Offroad looked at his father like he had saved the world and it pissed him off. Rumors of them dating had swirled about in the company. Daou never thought his father would swing that way, but he could understand it.
Offroad, while annoying, was pretty. His skin was smooth and a deep golden color, his eyes were soft until you made him mad, then they narrowed into points that looked like he was going to attack at any given second. His smile.....his smile is what irritated Daou the most. When Offroad looked at his father, the majority of the time, there was this perfect, brilliant white smile plastered on his face. It had felt fake the first few times Daou had seen it, but he had learned it was just the look the boy gave to everyone, well, everyone but him. Daou couldn't pinpoint when he decided messing around with him was the highlight of his days, but here he was.
Daou sighed once more, pulling up the feed to Offroad's office, watching the boy focus on his work diligently. Daou would have to admit the boy was smart, much smarter than a secretary's position, which had been one of the reasons Daou had thrown a fit. He didn't want a know-it-all hanging around; that is why he asked him to complete dumb tasks for him. Typically, he completed them without complaining much, but today was different. Daou didn't like that. He didn't like it when the boy pushed back, maybe it was because he was on a deadline, but that hadn't mattered before.
"Becca," Daou called into the intercom. "Go get Offroad."
"Um, sir," Becca's timid voice called back. "Your father said-" Daou smacked the intercom system, cutting her off as he stood. He marched out of his office, ignoring Becca's pleas, and marched down the hallway to the boy's office. He shoved open the boy's office door, startling him.
"Jesus," He said, clutching his chest. "Learn how to knock," Daou smirked and sat down in his one office chair while rearranging the other to prop up his feet. "What do you want?" The boy sighed and suddenly Daou was suddenly thirsty.
"You never got my latte," Daou shrugged, crossing his legs.
"Get out of my office," Offroad growled, and Daou couldn't help but smile.
"Get me my latte," Daou said with a shrug. Offroad just glared at him and, without another word, went back to working his eyes, no longer focusing on him, which fueled Daous' anger more. He stared at the boy hard, his rage growing, for he didn't know how long until it reached a boiling point. "So you're a bottom right?" Daou asked, knowing the question was going to provoke the boy's anger, but to his surprise, the boy just remained focused on his work. "You must really love cock," Daou said but still the boy didn't falter. "What's it like being a fag?"
"I don't know," the boy said, finally looking up, his eyes narrowing at Daou. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Excuse me?" Daou growled.
"Are you so worried about who's in my bed because you secretly want to be in it?" Offroad asked, his voice still calm which was pissing Daou off even more. "Is that why you're doing all this?" Offroad asked, motioning to him in the chairs. "Are you jealous of your father? Mad that I would spread my legs for him and not you?" Daou saw red and, within a flash, had his hand wrapped tightly around the boy's throat. Offroad's eyes went wide with fear as he clawed at Daous' hand. "Let go!" Offroad cried out but Daou couldn't let him go, he was so pissed and his anger had won.
"If you ever mention sleeping with my father in front of me again," Daou growled, dragging the boy across his desk to him. "It will be the last thing you ever do," Daou said, Offroads face now inches from his. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked, feeling his hand tightening around the boy's throat. Offroad nodded the fear real in his eyes.
"Yes," He choked out, still clawing at his hand. "Daou, please," he whimpered, and Daou finally released him as the boy dropped from his desk, crashing onto the floor. "You fucking psychopath!" Offroad screamed. Daous' gaze didn't leave the bookshelf from behind the boy's desk, and he realized how perfectly his neck fit into his one hand. The fear in his eyes soothed and excited him in a way he had never felt before. His cock was hard and all finally started making sense to him.
The boy was right, Daou was jealous. This boy had gotten under his skin how? He didn't know, but what he did know was that he was mad because he smiled at everyone else but him. He was mad that he gave other things his attention and not himself. He was mad that the boy stopped doing as he asked. He was mad because, for the first time, it was Offroad who spoke about sleeping with his father, and it made it seem more real. Daou stood from the chair and walked around the boy's desk, who immediately crawled backwards from him, but Daou caught his leg with one hand and dragged him back as he squatted down, grabbing the boy by the jaw with the other hand. The fear returned to his eyes as Daou brought his face even closer.
"Have you slept with my father?" Daou asked, needing to know if his father was about to become his mortal enemy or not. Offroad's eyes went wide, but he remained silent. "Answer the question, are you my fathers little whore?" Daou said, mashing the boy's cheeks into his teeth.
"No," Offroad said finally, and Daou could help but smile at that.
"Just his little pet then?" Daou laughed.
"I'm no one's pet," Offroad spat.
"Wrong," Daou said, jerking the boy closer. "You're mine,"
"Fuck you," Offroad growled trying to jerk his face away.
"We are going to have to work on that mouth of yours," Daou said with a smirk as he brought his middle fingers up to the boy's lips. "Open," he ordered, and Offroad's mouth clamped close. "Going to have to work on your obedience as well, I see," Daou laughed. Offroad reached up, ripping his hand off his jaw, twisting and shoving him backward, scrambling to his feet.
"Fucking lunatic," Offroad mumbled under his breath as he rushed out of his office leaving Daou now there on his ass stunned at how strong the boy was. The more Daou thought about how quickly Offroad had gotten away, the more Daou started laughing out loud. Daou had realized that the boy had the ability to get away the entire time, but it was the simple fact that he didn't want to. Daou sighed happily, stretching out on the floor and placing his hands under his head, realizing he was going to like this job a hell of a lot more. After all, he now had a feral little kitten to keep him company. It needed some training, but Daou didn't mind; he was always down to play a game.