"What are you doing, young master?" Lars coldly looked at the man in front of him. His forehead creased in slight annoyance at his current position.
Being trapped in the wall by one of his employer isn't such a good thing.
Trent's eyes were hard as he stared at him without any expression on his face. Lars didn't know what the other's deal was. The envelop he was ordered to deliver was now on the floor, having dropped it in surprise earlier when he was roughly pulled inside the office upon opening the door.
"It was you." There was a quiet tension in Trent's body, one that made him feel like something was about to go wrong.
He didn't even have the slightest clue what he's talking about. He roughly pushed the other out of his personal space and made sure that they are several steps away from each other. He took the envelop on the floor and walked decisively towards the other's table and put the said envelop there.
He did not even ask what Trent was talking about. He just lightly fixed his tie and gave the man an indifferent stare.
"There are important documents inside the envelop, young master. Master wants you to analyze it for further discussion in his office later."
Lars didn't know why he was the one asked to deliver the supposedly important documents inside the envelop to the current vice president as he isn't exactly employed in the company. He was employed as Master Killian's personal assistant.
Or more like someone who would keep an eye on Trent's father's health. He wasn't even the main caretaker. He was just the temporary replacement. Still, he accepted the said order. Now that it was delivered, he has nothing else to do here.
He was about to leave the office when Trent spoke once again.
"Why did you say that it was your twin who saved me when it was in fact you who did?"
He froze for a few seconds in surprise hearing the question, but it was plenty enough for the other to move. He pulled him back inside, lock the door and trap him on his desk, all in a seemingly smooth fashion with no movement and time wasted.
Now he stared at Trent's face above him, his back pressed on top of the office desk. It is an uncomfortable position, not only for his body but also for his peace of mind. They are too close for his comfort. He could even see the thick lashes and the fascinating shade of blue in the other's eyes.
"I did not lie, young master."
A lie, he thought absently to himself. Something that shouldn't have mattered in the grand scheme of things even if known. Yet, he had to make sure it remains as valid truth.
"Why do you keep on pushing me away?" Trent's face finally revealed his anger. Yet there was an uncontrollable desire glinting in his eyes as he stared at him.
This was the exact reason why he had to maintain his distance, why he wanted the original helper of Master Killian to come back and finish his personal business as soon as possible.
That desire he could see. The way he looked at him. The way those eyes lingered. The way Trent's entire demeanour seemed to soften in regards to him. The care he has for him.
It's not something that he could tolerate.
His right hand that was just lying beside him, hidden in the other's eyes, tightened into a fist before loosening.
It isn't something he could accept.
"Let me up, young mas-"
"Go out with me."
Lars stiffened up in surprise, eyes widening at the sentence. He was completely unprepared. He did not even see that coming.
"Young-"
"I am not that young. I'm already 25 years old."
Yes, and I'm 35. What 'go out with you?' I'm already too old for that idiocy. Although he felt that way, he did not voice it out.
Trent may seem mature and already an adult, but he is still an unreasonable fellow and quite stubborn. If he tells him those exact words, he felt like something out of his control would happen.
Instead, he regained his balanced and gave the person pinning him a cold look. He pushed the other away but Trent was immovable. He repeated, this time giving more pressure to no avail. He frowned. He isn't a weak person and though he is not a body builder, he has strength that was enough to move anyone he wanted, enough to protect himself yet this person seemed to be a wall. He could not even budge him.
Displeasure clearly on display, he spoke. "Let go." He did not bother trying to be polite. This person already seemed to think he could do whatever he want. That attitude only makes him irritated.
He knew that he had only managed to push Trent away earlier due to the other letting him, but he did not think he'd be this useless even when he put in his strength.
"Go out with me."
"Let me up!" he demanded sharply. Being manhandled like this is humiliating for him. It's unacceptable.
Both of them are of the same height and his body built aren't inferior to this person. They both have the same physique, with him having broader shoulders than the other, yet he was treated as if he was extremely light.
Thankfully, Trent finally relented and stepped back from him. Though it's only one step away, it's enough to free himself. Quickly standing up, he gave the other a poisonous glare.
Trent only looked at him intently, blatantly ignoring his irritation.
He really, really hated being in the same room as this person.
He doesn't even show respect for his seniors! He is 35! He's ten years older than this brat, yet he was being treated as if he's much younger than him.
Kids these days are simply too much!
"I'm leaving, young master," he said a few seconds after he managed to calm himself. "Please study the documents and come to Master's office at five." he sharply have a facsimile of a bow before checking around the table and briskly walking towards the door.
When his hand finally touched the handle and was about to open it, Trent ended his silence.
"I'm not giving up." The quiet sentence was filled with determination and sincerity. It made him pause for a few seconds. He snapped his head to look behind him and saw Trent giving him a look that screamed of his stubbornness.
"I'll break down your defenses. I will love you like you deserve. You won't ever regret giving me a chance."
Hearing those words, a shiver ran down his spine. He could actually feel the other's strong belief. It's potency is strong. His hands tightened its hold on the door handle.
Trent Raizer is extremely dangerous to him.
He currently might not feel anything for the man seemingly trying to win him other than annoyance, but that could change.
He knows himself. He's strong, but he's also weak. Although he doesn't want to, given time, he knows he'd eventually want to try. Again. And again. And again. Repeating the cycle he swore he would never even visit again.
He doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be a fool again. He doesn't want to drown and destroy himself once again.
Besides, he's too old for romance. It's time to fully resist its allure. Anyway, he already knows what it would bring him.
Romance is only suitable for his lovable brother, not for him.
"Good day, young master."
He opened the door and walked out of the office, not even showing the man inside a glance as the door slowly closed on its own.
It's better to leave and avoid the temptation than to be tempted again.
He wasn't new to running anyway.
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A/N:
Well, I kinda like the flow of this little story. Huh. I'm unsure if I should continue or not though.
Me: -_-||