Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Cliff's POV

After she said that, everything seemed to quite down quite a bit.

"Well, that sure explain that you are mad, but I don't believe I had sex with anyone for quite a while, now if you please, the door is right behind you," It made me mad, and uncomfortable when he said that. And another feeling... Jealousy? Not it can't be.

"No! The worst part is, she wants to keep the baby!" That might not be good on Dustin's part.

"I am not the father," he still denied.

"Is something I want to believe too, but she keeps saying it's you!" I looked at Dustin, to see what his reaction to this would be. He just looked annoyed.

"She may say it, but did you do a D.N.A test? Are you guys positive that I am the father? Have that done first before you come barging in my office building now leave," I couldn't help but to grin, then stopped realizing why.

"You have to-" She was cut off by Dustin.

"Security," he said in a calm voice. I was about to open my mouth and say I don't think anyone would actually hear you. In movies the person always says it loud.

You know, before 2 security men came out of no where, okay the door, but that's beside the point. I didn't even notice them. They came in, big and tall, and took the girl by her arms.

"No, LET GO OF ME!" She was kicking and thrashing.

"Er.. D- Mr. Tyrone," I said correcting myself.

"Yes?" He turned his attention to me, completely ignoring the girl that was now out of the hallway, cursing at him.

"If you are the father, wouldn't that-" Mr West interrupted me.

"He never is the father though, you shouldn't be worrying about it, this happens oh every other day," he told me. I looked at him. Did I just hear that correctly?

"Except you know, they are usually not pissed or the sister, they are usually the pregnant ones that come... It's annoying really," was all Dustin had to say.

"How are you so sure that you are not the father though?" I asked, "Never mind, I'm being noisy, sorry,".

"Don't be, I am your boss, this is something that people that work in this building get used, actually a few of them find it highly amusing," at this Mr. West laughed.

"Well, doesn't every woman want to bear the child of Mr. Dustin Tyrone?" He chuckled more.

"Sadly yes," Dustin laughed.

"Are you one of those people that find it amusing, Mr. Tyrone?" I asked. He looked at me then laughed.

"Of course, I find it amusing what woman would do just to get their hands on money," He laughed more. I don't understand how he can take this so lightly. He used to make a big deal out for everything! Like when he failed a simple history quiz, he was depressed for at least a month! And in that month, I had to cheer him up every time I saw him.

"Remember that one woman, who told you she would do anything for you, so you told her to-" Mr. Hansen interrupted him.

"I think you frightened the new employee quite enough Mr. West and Mr. Dustin Tyrone,".

"I'm getting tired of everyone interrupting somebody when it's just getting good!" Dustin suddenly complained.

"Well, I suppose when it get's out of hand, but I agree with you, always miss the best part," Mr. West nodded along with Dustin.

"And if I may say so, weren't you going to talk business with Mr. Dustin Tyrone, not remember what happened in the past with what Mr. Tyrone once did with a woman?" for a butler, he's pretty bold.

"Aww, do you have to remind him?" Dustin complained some more.

"And Mr. Sean, if you please, just come with me, you don't officially work until tomorrow, so I'll show you out," I looked at him. That's right.

"That's alright I'll find my way out, I think I remember, thanks though," I told him with a smile, which he returned. I walked towards him and the door, and once I was out, as Mr. Hansen closed the door, I heard the Mr. West and Mr.- Dustin, laugh about something, I wasn't focusing on what they were saying, but their laughs came as pain in my chest.

I can't believe this, I was jealous because... No, I am not, I must have chest pain. I placed a hand on my forehead. Seems to be okay.

"Believe me Mr. Sean, if you just stay in your office, you won't have to see any drama that enters the building," Mr. Hansen told me with a laugh.

I laughed along with him, even though I kind of hoped to see the drama. Just to see Dustin's reaction.

Mr. Hansen went down a hallway and into what I suppose was his own office, giving me a wave. I nodded with a smile before turning the other way towards the elevator.

Once I was in, I pressed the button with a star on it, main floor and lobby.

I never would have thought that Dustin would become a billionaire. Or that I would be jealous over him after years.

Sighing, I smiled at the receptionists at the front desk and walked the the revolving doors. I entered the streets, heading towards my 2003 Ford truck. It was a black truck.

It was a simple truck.

Before I hopped in, I looked around trying to find; ahh, of course he had an expensive looking Porsche. Right out front.

I wonder if he remembers me. Back at the office, it seemed he didn't, and I don't blame him I suppose.

If I were him I would try and forgot painful memories too.

What the hell am I thinking? I don't care what he thinks or remembers! What the f**k?

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Dustin, what the hell are you doing to me?

When I got home, I wasn't surprised to see Lake sitting on my couch, eating my chips, watching T.V.

"Don't you anything better to do that steal my food?" I asked him, a smile playing in my voice.

"CLIFF! How did it go? Did you too reunite with passion and-"

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous Lake, that was in the past," I said plainly. He seemed put down at this, but I noticed a glint of happiness in his eyes before it was gone. Made me doubt that I even seen it. 

"So, what's up Lake, and why are you in my house?" I asked him. I wasn't surprised like I said before, just curious as why he was here.

"Well, I got home and felt lonely so I decided to come here and wait for you," He sounded like I was his father. How is this guy 25 again?

"You're such a child," I sighed and he smiled.

"Not my fault," was all he said.

"How is it not your fault?" I asked him. He looked at me like it was obvious. Which it wasn't. How was I suppose to know exactly?

"Well... When I am around certain people, people who I feel... Well not sure how to put it, how I feel... like they won't care how I truly act, but care enough to see past that and still be my friend for me just being me... I just go all out," he told me with a huge smile.

I guess that's right, we've known each other for two years now, and over those two years, he's just been getting crazier and more childish. He's was becoming more relax to the point he's in my home, eating my chips, my doritos, watching on my t.v. Eating MY doritos.

I snatched the bag away from him, successfully surprising him enough to loose his grip on it.

"Go ahead make yourself at home, I thought you learned not to touch my doritos," once I said that he smirked. Little devil.

Dustin's POV

"With you around Vernie I may never get anything done," I told Vernice who laughed.

"Well, I figured if I use the ole' I want to buy you business excuse, I will get to chat and visit my old pal's son," yeah, they were pals, but Vernice was much more rowdier than my father.

"Of course," I laughed. He sure was something.

"Plus, much more drama in this building than my own," he just had to say it eh?

"Not funny," I had to chuckle. There was a lot of drama that arrived every day.

Annoying? Hell to the yeah! Amusing? Insanely!

I mean I hate my life...?

"Well, I suppose I stayed long enough," Verice said. I looked down at my silver watch and noticed it was 3 in the afternoon. Three hours just went down the train.

"Yes, you took a lot of my time, I didn't even get the chance to... uhh, to... To see that new movie," I stated like it was the most important part of business, making Vernie laugh.

After he left, I went to my office room. So unique if I dare say myself, the name of my office. The Office Room.

I sat down at my desk, not taking anything out because I'm pretty sure Gregory is going to be coming in saying I'm late for something.

Sure enough, I heard a knock on the door.

I quickly took out my accounting notebook, and a pen.

"Come in," I said.

I was looking down at my notebook doing 'work'.

"Well Gregory, what am I late for- oops, sorry, thought you were Greg... Which by the way, didn't he pretty much tell you to leave just before .r. Cliff?" I clearly remember him leaving.

""um, y-yes he did, sorry to intrude you b-but... Well you s-see,".

I think I have an idea where this is heading...

Cliff POV

Get it together man!  

But i could not, I just kept on talking nonsense until I stuttered to a stop.

I wanted to know! Does he remember? Does he have feelings? ugh, I hate this feeling, but... I kept help it. I can't help but feel jealous. Not after something like today.

I saw him stand up, then her was right in front of me, invading my personal space.

When the hell did he get so tall? He was taller than me!

"I'm quite sorry, but I didn't quite catch that," he said in a low suggestive voice. What is he doing to me?

I felt my breathing hitch in my throat as I took a step back only realizing the door was right their.

He took a step forward, his hands against both sides of my head, blocking any chance of escape.

"I w-wanted to a-ask..." s**t there the stutter was again.

My heart was fluttering, I had butterflies in my stomach.

F**k, I'm behaving like a teenage girl! I'm a 23 year old man for Christ sakes! Ge it together Cliff!

That when I felt his hot breath on my face, and realized just how close we were. His lips were inches from mine, and my eyes betrayed me as I looked down at his lips before returning to his green eyes.

"Thought so," He murmured before ever so softly placing his lips on mine before pulling away completely returning to his chair behind his desk.

"So, Mr. Sean, what was it that you wanted to ask me," I was still recovering but a glare formed on my face as soon as I saw him smirking.

That b*****d!