James massaged his tempo and sighed. The boy is a lost cause, "Mr.Storm asked that I gift you with cars to ease your transportation. It's in the garage, please let's go now, "James uttered and led the way.
The twosome followed behind him, their eyes flickering with expectations. After walking for a while they arrived at Storm's car haven and their mouths dropped. Different brands of cars were arranged on a single lane ."Woah," Cassandra's voice echoed as her eyes scanned all the cars.
Bash walked to James who was afoot before them and poked his shoulder, asking, "So where is my car?"
James cursed him inwardly but still replied, "over there," he pointed.
Bash and Cassandra's eyes followed his finger and they gasped coherently.
Cassandra was the first to run to the spot the two cars were parked, standing in-between them she stroked the one that caught her eyes and asked, "which is mine?"
James sighed as he walked to her, the one she was stroking is not hers. He joined her in rubbing the car and muttered, "the Cadillac CTS sedan is not yours, that is yours," he pointed at the car beside them and handed her the keys.
Staring at the Subaru WRX STI Cassandra's eye stung, she wasn't a fan of fast cars and the car looked ugly to her. Blinking away her tears and smiling she said, "it's, it's fine, I will thank Mr. Storm when I see him again."
Bash who was watching her, narrowed his eyes and puffed up his cheeks trying to hold in his laughter but failed after a few seconds. He laughed so hard Cassandra's tears came rolling down. "I like my car Cassy am glad you also like yours," he said in a jest, stretching out his hand he added, "keys please."
James frowned as he walked up to Bash, handing him what he asked. He didn't know why his boss asked that the better-looking and more expensive car be handed to Bash and it was not a decision made today, it had been the plan even before they arrived.
Bash strode to his car and cried, "I love you very much, " He got in and started the vehicle, pumping the accelerator and screaming.
After playing around for some time, he got out of the car and took photos of it. Texting and walking away he waved his hand at the frowning two, asserting, "see you later loser and James."
James took out a handkerchief and gave it to Cassandra who wiped away her tears then said, "am not crying because I hate the car but at how Bash is maltreating me."
James felt pity for her and patted her shoulder saying, "just be of good behavior and the boss will reward you. That boy's attitude will get him kicked out of this house soon."
Blinking her eyes and shaking her head, Cassandra responded faking integrity, "no! Please I don't want that, I will talk to him."
James shook his head sadly, ' the girl is such a sweet soul.' "It's inevitable my dear, you look drained why don't you come with me to the kitchen so that I can offer some ice tea," he said, smiling with his eyes.
Cassandra replied with a nod and followed behind him, she wiped the last drop of tears and smiled cynically as she stared at the back of James's head. 'One down, one to go.'
*
Tired from sitting for long hours, Storm went upstairs to his room to relax. Glumly dragging his feet, he sat on his king-sized bed and cracked his neck that seemed stiff. He ran a frustrated hand up to his hair, letting his back hit the soft mattress.
The moment he closed his eyes the memory of the occurrence between him and Bash flashed, vividly a scene of Bash's buttocks fronting his face. He snapped his eyes open and he rose partially, balancing his weight on his V-bent arm." why did you have to come back into my life," he uttered staring down at his pants that a little tent formed between his legs.
He got up and stripped off his clothes before steering to his bathroom to take a shower. For minutes he stood under the shower letting the cold water drench his skin but it didn't stop his semi-erection. "Aggggggh! So this is me getting turned on by man. Months of sexual starvation are taking its toll on me," he grunted in frustration.
When he got tired of standing under the shower and seeing the progress he made with his bulge was minimal, Storm dressed up in shorts and t-shirts then left his room to get some air. Walking through the hallway myriad of servants greeted him and he replied to them with a hum.
On getting to the garden he paused in his tracks as his eyes met the bareback of Bash who was painting a picture. This particular garden was he's so he was surprised to see Bash in it. He is a lover of art so he couldn't bring himself to stop the boy.
Narrowing his eyes at the painting, Storm's eyes widen, the art was a painted drawing of two shirtless men hugging. The bigger male resembled him and the smallish male had Bash's hair and statute.
Feeling a presence behind him, Bash turned to find Storm staring at his painting. He beamed, without warning he walked to Storm and pinched his nose then muttered, "hi Stormy, do you like my painting?"
Looking down at Bash with a frown Storm said, "I don't like the likes of you touching me."
Bash's eyes squinted and his pupils move from side to side in confusion. He asked, "what do you mean by the likes of me?"
Storm took a step backward, staring at Bash from top to bottom, his lips twisted in a wicked smile, "simply because we had a one night stand you have the disgusting gusts to think of a future with me, "he chuckled with mock intended as he continued, "you are beneath me in every way, in status, you are nothing but a piece of rag Roseline rescued, "Storm snarled with anger in his eyes, subconsciously Bash stepped back, "I hate the likes of you, bloody faggots."
Bash's eyes turned red and his mouth quivered, he did not anticipate Storm's attack. When he spoke to him in the study he was quite a gentleman compared to the monster before him now. His only line of defense was saying, "you didn't hate me that night when you---"
Storm interrupted him replying, "that night was a mistake that I will forever regret, your dwelling in the past will not help you, " Walking past Bash he grabbed the paint, "this will never be us, foolish that you think I will be with a person like you, an abomination, " he said and smashed it on his knees "and I never want to see you in garden."
With Storm gone Bash walked to the broken pieces of the painting and knelt by it, stroking the half that was Storm's, he soliloquized," was I coming off too strong? why would you hurt me like this? Do you hate me that much? How could you say that to me!"
Pushing back the tears, he got up and picked up the two pieces of broken art and his tools before leaving the garden.
Meanwhile, Cassandra revealed herself from behind the door she was hiding. She stalked Storm after he came down his stairs and saw all that happened although she couldn't hear. She smirked and rubbed her palms as devious plans cooked up in her head." your plans failed Bashy, now it's my turn, " she said.
Bash went to his room, feeling dejected he opened his door and dropped his tools on the floor near his bed, and climbed in afterward. Feeling his phone vibrate, he pulled it out of his pocket and tapped on the notification he got from I*******m that automatically logged him in.
He exhaled and smiled as he went through his I*******m story, he watched a GIF his friend posted of himself wagging his middle finger at the camera. He messages him and went back to his home page to like pictures the same friend posted.
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