![]() ![]() He was completely content with riding as many cocks as he could to get to the top, or staying pretty at someone’s side while he controlled all of the bank accounts in the person’s name. Xephos was the kind of person who was all too good at what he did, and what he did could hardly count as accounting (He was good at that too, come to think of it.). “I know.” Sips sighed, and he definitely did know. They were such a contrast to Sjin’s soft baby blues, Sips couldn’t help but get lost in them. Brilliant royal blues that seemed to study and analyze Sips and every step he took. He most dazzling thing about him, however, was his eyes. His hair was a dark chocolate color that Sips wanted to ball up in hands and pull on. Long legs covered by thin cut pants that hugged his ass nicely, a pristine button up shirt that complemented his eyes, and a smooth blazer. But then Xephos came over for an interview. The feelings of complacency could’ve been avoided. Sips said nothing and didn’t even look at Sjin. “W-we could’ve talked this out, done something about it, but no you decided to fuck around with your secretary!” He yelled, throwing the drink on the floor, shards of glass scattering everywhere. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally choked out. Getting caught was always a threat that kept the edge up.” The secrecy of it all made everything so fast and every moment count. “I thought I made you happy.” Sjin whispered, sliding back onto the seat and covering his mouth to hold back sobs. Sips didn’t say anything for a second before he sighed. “How could you? What does he have that I don’t?!” “Cut the shit, Sips, please.” Sjin choked out, tears dribbling down his face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered. “He was bent over your desk and you, you were-!” Sjin couldn’t even finish his accusation. ![]() “I fucking saw you!” Sjin yelled, slamming the wine glass back on the table. “I come home to find you drinking yourself to death and then accusing me of some kind of bullshit-” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sips sighed angrily. “Don’t fuck with me Sips,” Sjin hissed, his hands clenching around the wine glass. ![]()
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