Work was done for the day, and he hardly ate anything. Dealing with many customers has been hazardous and critical, and problematic. He let out a heavy sigh as he flung his bag over his wide shoulder, gripping it tightly to his chest with the trash bag in his other hand. He always threw it out on his way home but halted at the door when he heard his boss's ugly voice yelling behind him.
"Don't resume late tomorrow Jason or your paycheck will be split into two this time. And I mean it" his potbelly bald-headed boss cautioned. But he ignored, storming out in a hurry.
His long legs felt heavy on the ground, dragging like an exhumed horse as he sauntered home. His head seemed to be obfuscated with thoughts— if only he could get another job, his eyes squinted like he was about to cry. That was how tired he was.
Working at a fancy fine dining restaurant always drained the last strength in him, lots of customers flocked in day in and day out, and dealing with his aggressive boss was another strain on its own. He barely saw the road as his legs stretched so fast to meet the next bus. He needed to get home before dinner, else that's another bombshell from his aunt waiting to explode.
After hours of struggling to get a seat on the bus, he was eventually home. The doorknob suddenly felt pudgy as he tried to push the door open. He was already three minutes late for dinner, but he wasn't prepared for what was about to lash out at him. As expected, dinner was served and Aunt Aida was seated at the table arms crossed over each other waiting for him to come in.
"I'm sorry Mama, work was hectic," he said, his eyes lowered down, he preferred to call her mama, she had taken care of him until he was done with high school and he only knew her to be his mother and the only family he had but he dared not look into her eyes for any reason.
"Shove your sorry down your throat, you're going to leave that stupid job of yours if it's going to stop you from getting home early, I'm too old for stress and I didn't think saving your life was a bad thing. You owe me and you will do all I want" she screamed. Slamming and pointing her hand at him at each opportunity she got. He tried to hold his frustration from flaring out but he couldn't.
"With due respect Mama, no, I do not owe you a thing, I've laid down my whole life and childhood to your maltreatment and it's enough! I had to struggled for everything I ever wanted since high school without complaints even though you were capable of doing it for me. I am done!" he yelled back, battling his bright blue eyes furiously. That was new, because Jason has always been a good and loving boy since childhood even with Aunt Aida's cruel treatment. Everyone in the ghetto neighborhood loved him for his reserved and respectable behavior.
"You DARE yell back at me?" emphasizing her words harshly, she screamed, her nose flaring at every word she spoke. It was the first time Jason looked at her in the eyes like that. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as she landed a vigorous slap on his face. Raising her hand to land the second one, he grabbed her hands tightly, and his small cute nose flared at her, his face frowned rendering her speechless for seconds.
Silence engulfed the air as they both stared at each other for a minute. She snatched her hand off snappily, pointing to his face.
"You have twenty-four hours to get your stupid ass out of that worthless job of yours, else you'll get out of this house for good" she concluded as she slipped back in her chair to eat. Those words pierced his heart but he kept mute, stormed past her to his room in annoyance, his bag still glued to his back like his life was in it.
"You'd better get back here to eat this food now" she yelled, standing sharply to follow behind him.
"I'm not hungry" he answered, his voice now subtle and calm, he seemed to have eased his long hidden frustration on her and that felt surprisingly amazing for him. She thugged his thick arm, twice as big as hers, and yanked him to face her.
"I'm talking to you Jason and you will listen to me"
"I said I'm not hungry!" he yelled harder. Startled, she left his arm, standing frozen in one spot flabbergasted.
"I'm heading out, since I can't have peace in here," he said, and rushed out before Aunt Aida could say another word.
Soon, after a long walk to the busy area of the neighborhood, he practically didn't realize he had walked that far. He stepped into a room that enveloped him with a warm, inviting glow, casting soft ambient lighting on him as he walked to the bar section, the slender bartender looked at him, his face bright and smiley in his neatly ironed white shirt and brown blazzer, he flashed his teeth softly as he wiggled a shaker in his hand.
Jason slid into the red bar seat in front of him, eyes glued to his face—enjoying the subtle feeling his face deposited in his body and squelching all his frustration as they melted off just by staring at him. That felt off but he didn't pay attention to it.
"How may I serve you, sir," he asked.
"Your best mix" Jason answered, smiling back at him as he pulled out his half-scattered phone from his pocket, and scrolling endlessly through his mail, he had submitted a job application offer to NOVA Tech Inc. One of the biggest and popular tech companies in California. Known for its prestige and hot staff, especially the CEO who according to rumor was said to be very arrogant but handsome as hell.
What's Jason's bother about how hot he is anyway, he just wanted a job as a tech expert that he had always dreamt of. He paused sharply, stopping his scroll at one of the mails, his eyes widened as he pulled his phone closer to his face to get a better view before reading out loud.
"Congratulations… you have been selected as one of the few people to be interviewed at Nova Tech Inc tomorrow, make sure to be early. Ah! Wonderful" his face brightened up immediately. He grabbed the drink that had long been placed in front of him to his pink plump lips, and gulped all at once.
Suddenly, the door flung open, and all eyes were drawn to the club entrance as a strange man walked in, and two men bounced behind him, his presence commanded respect without a word. Jason felt a thick oppressive aura as he stepped in, his eyes glued to him as he walked closer and nearer, the air suddenly felt thick, hot, and choking, it was as if he had just seen a god on earth. His body tensed up and somehow his shaft twitched in response and he gulped.
As the strange man walked past he could swear he saw a smirk curve on his face, ignoring him he turned back to his drink, facing the bartender who also seemed carried away by the beauty of the strange man before finally speaking.
"He always comes here every weekend and I heard he is gay," he said.
Jason turned in his direction, trying to steal a glance, and surprisingly their eyes met again and he quickly looked away.
"I see" he answered, raising his glass to his lips to gulp another drink before standing up, he walked firmly to the gent, heart pounding heavily as he eased himself.
"Why am I hot?" he groaned and stepped out of the gent, bumping his chest into a hard broad chest he looked up, tracing the body to his face only to find the strange man standing in front of him. Tension forged his skin, and his breath increased.
"I'm sorry," he said. The man stared deeply into his eyes, pinning him against the wall, and raised his other hand to cup his face, his hand felt soft and warm, his cologne engulfed Jason's nose sending a shiver down his spine. He pressed his lips between his teeth as he stared back at his hazel brown eyes.
"Watch where you're going kitten," he said, his voice deep and brazen trussing Jason's breath. He gasped, finding himself slowly melting into his palm.