The Boss and His Assistant

Chapter 1

The interview

2 months ago

As Johnny is staring down at his husband’s casket, a wave of memories floods his mind.  Johnny and Blake meeting at high school. Blake asking Johnny out to be his boyfriend.  Both enrolling to the same university.  He and Blake purchasing their first home.   Their twins growing right in front of their eyes.  Now, Johnny is left to live by himself.  At the age of 15, Johnny and his husband have been inseparable but as their wedding vows ring through his mind “Till death do us part.”, he must navigate life alone.

 

Present Time

The twins load the last of their suitcases into the boot of the car.  They both hug their dad tightly with tenderness and for the last time as teenagers they then let go.  The twins make their way to the car and are ready to drive off.

“See ya boys”, Johnny says as he waves to his now grown sons.

“Make sure to call me once you guys arrive!”

The twins wind down their windows and scream “Will do dad.”

With the car now out of the parking lot, Johnny makes his way into his now empty home.  He is met with sadness and with a sense of loneliness. 

 

 

 

I wake up from my deep sleep with a hint of grogginess, checking my alarm it reads ‘7:30am”. 

“Shit!”, I exclaim. 

“I was meant to set the alarm for 6:00am, now I only have 30 minutes to get there.”, aggressively whispering to myself.

I jolt into the shower, I thoroughly wash my crevices then I hop out from the shower and make my way into the ensuite.  I towel myself off in a swift manner then I quickly get changed.  I ran down the stairs to grab an apple to substitute a proper breakfast.  I then dash out of the house to make it to my, now late, job interview.

I have trouble finding a parking space.

“This stupid traffic” I’m thinking.

After what felt like hours, I managed to find a spare spot to park my car.  I hastily run into the tower with a bold bright heading that reads “Smith Inc”.

 I asked the receptionist, who is filing her nails out of boredom.

“Hello miss, where might you find Mr. Smith’s room?”  “I’m being interviewed for the assistant position.”, I inform.

She rolls her eyes, with obvious annoyance, then she points down the hallway and directs “just to the left.”

I follow the receptionist’s directions, once I reach the end of the hallway, I see a door with a pretentious golden plaque that reads ‘Mr. Smith”.  I hesitantly knock on the door.  My mind is now racing with the thought that there is now a high probability that I will lose this job before I get the chance to be interviewed.  A gruff voice shouts outs “Come in.”  I make my way into the office with my knees now knocking out of nervousness.

Not making any eye-contact with me the man on the desk states, “You were meant to be here 5 minutes ago!”, “Strike one”

A look of defeat is plastered all over my face.  I enter, trying not to draw any more negative attention onto me than I have already received.  I close the door and take a seat in-front of the man.  As the man looks up from his work, he stairs straight into my eyes.  I’m thinking.

“Is it just me or is he trying to read my thoughts.”

I can hear my heartbeat through my ears.

Upon further inspection, I can see broad shoulders waiting to burst out of the man’s tight but fitting dress shirt.  He has tattoos along his thick and broad neck.  His hair is short, sharp, black, and wavy.  He combs his thick finger through his hair, and it falls perfectly back in place. I look back up to his face and notice a handsome proportioned face.  His lips are plump and silky, looking as if they are always ready to be kissed.  His jawline is well-defined. Now I notice the most gorgeous, green-stoned eyes staring directly at me, the pair of eyes are piecing into my soul.  In short, this man can be summed up as a ‘Mexican Adonis’.  Miraculously I am able to calm myself down to a relaxed state.

 

 

Alfonso’s POV

Alfonso reciprocates Johnny’s gestures and takes a view at the nervous man in front of him.  He sees fair silky-smooth skin.  He takes a quick peek down his body.  Although it is a quick glance, he notices a cut but skinny body structure. He wants to look below the waistline, however, that would make his intentions crystal clear, so, he makes do with what is above the waist.  Finally, Alfonso makes intense eye-contact with this beautiful twink in front of him. 

Breaking the silence, Alfonso says in an apologetic tone “Sorry, for my mini outburst.  That was un-warranted.”

Johnny nods his head, a little bit taken a back.  Johnny immediately apologises for arriving late.  He excuses his lateness due to the traffic and there being no parking space.  Alfonso agrees and says “We’ve had a lot of complaints recently regarding limited parking space.  Traffic is also a problem in this area.  No need to apologise.” 

Alfonso does not know what has overcome him.  If his closest colleagues were here to see him in this state of apologies, they would criticize him for being nice to Johnny and totally polar towards them.  Alfonso is infamous around the office for being a stern jerk, which he prides himself on.  He will try to upkeep that reputation.  However, for some reason, he had retracted his earlier warning.  For some reason he needed to be nice to this Johnny. 

“Let’s start with the interview shall we.”  Alfonso says.

45 minutes have passed by.  Alfonso is asking the typical interviewer questions; he is highly complementary to Johnny’s resume.  Alfonso learns that Johnny has a high form of education, Johnny has set himself up quite well for a man of his age.  Mainly what Alfonso is most impressed with is that Johnny has a great sense of humor.  Johnny cracks a few jokes which manages to make Alfonso audibly laugh out loud.  As it comes to the last question Alfonso feels comfortable and lets his intrusive thoughts take reign and ask.

“How does your partner fit into all of this?  What about your kids?”

Alfonso notices Johnny awkwardly shifting in his seat. 

 

Johnny’s POV

I am aghast with the asking of this question, thinking to myself, What made this man ask a not so appropriate question like this?  The loss of my husband is still a tender topic.  Alongside that, I miss my babies immensely.  I felt as though I was being judged.

I direct the man the most cold and evil eyes as I head towards the exit.  Letting it be known that this interview is officially now over.  Before I stand up from the chair, the man instantly grabs a hold of my arm and guides me back into the seat.  His fingers were meaty which almost covered the whole circumference of my twig arm when wrapped around it. 

The man immediately says, “Sorry about that question.  That was inappropriate for me to ask.”  Taking a breath, I calm myself down and as I did before this interview, I apologise.  A few seconds of dead silence lingers.  I was as cold as the arctic to this guy, unbeknownst to him with what had recently occurred in my life.  Therefore, I had to give him a reason for my mini outburst.

“My kids are grown and have left the house for college.  I am a lonely man who needs a job that can keep me occupied.”   I fail to mention the main reason his question hurt immensely was the fact that I am now widowed.

Immediately looking into my eyes The man says

“You’ve got the job.  You’ll be my personal assistant starting from today.  Make sure to give me those bank details and I’ll get Loraine to have the contract ready for you to sign asap.”

I was shocked but mostly happy, I gladly agreed and introduced myself, forgetting to introduce my name at the beginning of the interview.

“Oh, by the way Mr. Smith, my name is Johnny.”

 The man replies with “I’m Alfonso.”

 

Later, during the night

It is 8:30pm.  When I arrive home, I immediately make myself comfortable.  I take off my blue velvet shoes and hang up my trench coat on the coat hanger.  Instantly I feel lighter after such an emotionally exhausting day.  I switch on the tv and make my way to the fridge.  Thank God I had some leftovers from last night, I quickly nuke my meal in the microwave then I seat myself on the sofa.

The occurrence of today’s encounter plays back in my mind.  The thoughts of me arriving late at the office, then Alfonso rightfully yelling at me, for him to quickly retract his statement, to him then asking an inappropriate question, to me giving another apology, finally for me to get this job.  It is all very confusing to handle.  However, I’m now comfortable in my big and comfy lounge suite and I take a breath, relax, and then change the channel to one.  After watching the news, I make my way to my study.

My study is my peaceful realm.  Not only do I complete my work here, but I also keep my sewing gear set up on the opposite end of the room.  In the corner of the room, sitting on a large table is my sewing machine.  Directly behind it is a built-in wall full of different kinds of fabrics and materials.  Ranging from the finest of silk to the roughest of cottons.  My husband installed the wall for me when we first moved into this house.

I was an orphan child; I grew up in the system which constantly had me moving houses.  Most of them did not work out for me, until I met Maria.  My most incredible and loving mother.  She is this beautiful woman who dresses to the nines.  She taught me the skills I now possess.  We shared similar hobbies and interests, the main hobby being sewing.

I always have a passion project on top of other things I like to sew.  I’ve just started sewing a suit from scratch which is my current passion project.  85% of the clothes in my wardrobe were sewn and tailored by me.  The other 15% being from opportunity shops.

With this suit almost being complete, I just need to make some final altercations such as adding some embroidery and doing final fittings.  I am happy with the outcome and now I can claim the suit to be complete.

Now I walk to the opposite end of the study and make my way to my work laptop. I quickly turned on my laptop and got some papers and a calendar template ready for Alfonso tomorrow.  This will ensure that I will not receive any more grillings from my new boss.

 

At Alfonso’s home

Alfonso makes his way through the doorway to see his college aged son spread out on the sofa.  He makes his way to the fridge to get a beer for him and Juan.  Juan greets his dad.

“Hey dad, how was work?”

“It was good son.  Just had to bite Lewis’s head off again.  He just does not know when to shut up.”

Juan laughs at his dad’s sour-puss face.

“How was work for you Juan?” Alfonso tentatively asks his son.

“It was shit again dad.  But hey what can I do, it pays well.”

“You forgot to mention I got you the job, because you did not want to apply for jobs yourself.  Even though you are 19 and can be living independently.”

The father son duo shares a laugh.

Alfonso bids his son goodnight and goes to bed.  As he is making himself comfortable in the luxurious king-sized bed, he pulls his phone out from his pocket and scrolls through Instagram.  He types the name Johnny Whitebox into the search engine.  He looks through all his new assistant’s photos.  He sees the typical Instagram lifestyle posts with Johnny mainly posing with what seems to be his friends.  In one photo, which immediately captures Alfonso’s attention, Johnny is being tightly hugged by a hunky jock.  Alfonso hopes that this man is not an ex or worse a current boyfriend.  He now wishes he got an answer to his question earlier in the day where he asked Johnny “How does your partner fit into all of this?”  He scrolls further down and there are pictures of Johnny volunteering at a soup kitchen, Alfonso also sees pictures of Johnny participating in arts and crafts activities with children.  Alfonso assumed that he had only been scrolling Instagram for 20 minutes but finds himself in the addictive Instagram loop where somehow, he had spent 2 hours closely analyzing the finer details in Johnny’s photos.  Alfonso mainly analyzed Johnny’s beautiful body and smile.  Just as he scrolled down further, he saw an image of Johnny totally shirtless.

Johnny is standing on the beach, next to the same guy Alfonso saw in an earlier photo.  The caption reads “The sexiest guy who knows how to make my heart sing.”  In this picture Johnny was standing at a height of 5.10ft, the perfect height for a 6’5ft Alfonso with bulging muscles to dominate and throw around in bed.  Johnny was a beautiful olive colour, with babylike skin consistency.  Johnny had long supermodel legs.  To top it all off his calm and lovely personality shone through in this particular photo.  Alfonso was staring googly eyed at this photo.  Not before long, Alfonso was as stiff as a rock.  He was gently massaging the bulge that had formed in his pants due to a half-clothed image of Johnny.  He was in a trance.  Alfonso’s imagination was running wild.  He pictured Johnny naked, lying next to him.  Their combined body temperatures heat up the bed.  As Alfonso was fondling his penis, he then was imagining Johnny going down on him.  Alfonso was now moaning with the image playing through his head.  He was close to his climax.  Alfonso was screaming out profanities “fucking suck that massive dick.”  “Your beautiful face is making me close.” Finally, Alfonso managed to spurt out strings of cum onto his chest, his last string managed to bullseye hit him in the face.  He lay in his bed catching his breath.  Recovering from the best climax he has ever had; he was now determined to come up with a plan to make Johnny his.