A week passed without any interesting events occuring. I cleaned. Mark and Thomas made the house a disgusting pigsty again as soon as I left. I came back and cleaned. It was a repeating cycle. Of course, you had to enter in the periods of time where I ate, spent my cash on useless sh*t like weird frog paperweights that I'll never use, sleeping, and my actual job at the magazine firm.

       Then one night, everything just felt off. And to me, that was something  to be on edge about. Rarely was my gut wrong. When I arrived at Thomas and Mark's place, the door was unlocked and no one was to be seen. My Spidey senses were seriously tingling.

      I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong. It felt like I was stuck in some scene from a creepy horror film. The maids are always the first one killed in those! B*tch, I was not ready to die yet. I'm too sexy to die! Not. I swallowed thickly, biting my lip as I pushed those thoughts away. I wasn't going to die, I assured myself.

    That's what all the dumb blonde wh_res think in horror flicks before they're killed...

     Yeah, well I'm not a dumb blonde wh#re. I'm a dumb brunette wh#re. I sighed internally. I needed to stop holding conversations with myself inside my head, especially when I just ended up insulting myself.

     I slowly strode forward into the kitchen, swallowing the excess saliva that had collected in my mouth for like the fifth time. You know what they say. Straight guys spit, gay guys swallow. The kitchen wasn't too dirty today, some dishes in the sink, some spills on the counter, and sone cereal spilled on the ground from this morning.

     I checked the living room. Things looked exactly the same in there. Something was messed up here... The flat not a complete mess and Mark's obnoxiously loud voice not heard as soon as I stepped inside? Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

     I crept towards the bedrooms. Mark's bedroom door was agape, the bed a ruffled mess and some clothes on the floor, but nothing else after that. I about bolted at that. Mark's room always looks like sh*t when I come to clean. Cautiously, very cautiously, I slinked closer to Thomas's door.

     My nerves felt like they were on fire. I honest to God felt like at any moment a serial killer was going to jump out of a closet and stab me to death. That would seriously suck a$$.

     I took a deep breath, trying to relax myself yet again. I got too nervous too easily. Sometimes it was a real pain.

     Wiping my moist palms on my work slacks, I pressed my hands against the wood that felt sticky on my hands. My pulse jolted when I heard quiet murmurimgs coming from inside.

      I gnawed on my bottom lip, contemplating my options. I could barge in their unannounced and accidentally stumble into something I might not want to be a part of I'm the process. I could just hightail it right out of there and tell Mark I got sick. Or I could just... Listen in for a little.

       F*ck, I'm such an awful person.

     Quietly, I pushed my ear up against the door, careful not to press too hard and open it. I felt the slightest bit relieved when I recognized the two voices inside Thomas's room as his and Mark's. So they hadn't kidnapped anyone and murdered them. That was good.

       I strained my hearing as I struggled to understand what they were saying. Cracking the door just the slightest bit, I listened hard.

       "Thomas, there's a reason why we ended this the first time," Mark's hushed voice sounded.

      End what? What the f*ck was he talking about?

       "And what reason was that, M? I know you love the thrill of it. Come on, baby, I miss you..."

      Woah there! Did Thomas just say that? Or did I hear him wrong? Was someone else in the room? Were they talking to them?

     Well, Thomas did say M... For Mark... And didn't sound as if anyone was in there...

      "... It's different without Wesley. I hate bottoming. You love topping. I hate to submit. You love to dominate. We're both big and bulky and can barely fit in the same bed together! I'm sorry, Thomas, we just... We just clash to much."

      Oh sh*t. Without Wesley? Who the f was Wesley? And- and were Mark and Thomas previously in a relationship?

      D*mn. Have to say, I didn't expect that one...

       D*mn again. That's f*cking hot.

     Just the thought of them together, having some steamy sex together was enough to get me hot. On top of that, I imagined some twink being between them.

      A spike of jealousy coursed through me. Why though? Thomas and Mark held no interest for me, nor I them. I admit they're both pretty hot, but that's besides the point.

     My attention was brought back to the conversation as I heard my name.

     "What about Keenan?  He is- he could be the one. Come on, baby. I love you," Thomas said softly.

     My heartbeat picked up in my chest. I could be the one? What's that supposed to mean? And Thomas loved Mark? I was totally shipping them hardcore now. I waited for more, but I was only met with silence.

       That's when a I heard wet smooching noises. They we're loud and kinda sexy. I peeked through the crack in the door, pressing a single eye to it as I watched in awe.

      Thomas had Mark pushed up against the wall opposite from me, obscuring some of my view of Mark. He ran his hands down Mark's body as Mark did the same to him. It was obvious that they were both fighting for dominance over the other. Something about that had me almost soaking my panties.

     I tried to get a better look, pushing the door open a little wider when it gave an obnoxious squeak. What the f*ck?! I literally just oiled those hinges up yesterday!

     
     I let out a yelp as I stumbled forward, falling to my knees. Mark and Thomas pulled apart quickly, there eyes immediately landing on me.

F*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*ck f*-

     "Keenan? What the h*ll are you doing?" Mark scoffed, pushing away from Thomas.

     I blushed. "Errr... I was just coming in for work and was going to the bathroom when I tripped and fell. Into here."

    I was a pro liar. Had the best poker face this planet had ever seen, could lie my way out of any situation. Not.

     Mark and Thomas saw right through me. "You were eavesdropping on us, weren't you?" Thomas said, his voice low and dangerous.

      "No! Never!" I answered, lying profusively.

     Thomas took a step closer and I gulped. "Do you know what I do to little boys who like to me?"

     "What?" I whispered, my voice shaky as I took a step back, cornering myself against the wall.

     "I punish them."

     Those three words sent a wild fire running throughout my body. My knees buckled and I felt like bowing down at his feet, sobbing and admitting to not telling the truth. But I didn't do that.

    "You must be really sadistic. Bet you're one of those dudes who get off by hurting other people," I said softly.

    The words just slipped from lips. I had no filter. And now I was going to f*cking die. Great. Knew I shouldn't have taken this job.

     "You bet I am," Thomas growled, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

      Holy f*ck. I swear I about c*mmed in my pants. Geez, I was too kinky sometimes.

     "Woah there, Christian Grey! This ain't some gay edition of Fifty Shades of Gray. Hands off!" I stuttered.

     Thomas smirked crually down at me. "And who are you to think you can tell me no? I'm your boss. I practically own you."

     I shuddered. I kept telling myself it was in repulse, but I knew I was just lying. I was so getting horny over this.

      "N-no you don't! I-I don't give co-consent! That me-means anything you do to me i-is considered sex-sexual assualt!" I whimpered.

     Mark came into view on my side. He leaned in close, dragging his nose across my collarbones. His lips barely brushed against my skin.

    "You mean you don't want us to devour you whole?" He murmured.

    I shook my head 'no', although the tent that was getting pitched in my pants was screaming 'yes'.

    Thomas took his place at my other side, still holding up my hands. He nipped at my earlobe with his teeth, taunting me.

    "Are you sure, sl*t? You don't want us to f*ck you into this wall, have all the neighbors hear you scream? You don't want us to rip those clothes right off of you, don't want us to completely use you like the wh*re you are?" His dirty words made my vision go blurry with lust.

     Usually I hated when my lovers called me demeaning names, or when they did all that dirty talk. But when Thomas did it, I just went wild.

     "Please!" I moaned, not being able to stop myself.

    "Please what, kitten?" Mark asked, kissing up my throat.

    I gathered my wits and strength. I worked for these guys. Although the boss/bosses and employee screwing sounds appealing, it wasn't something I was ready to deal with. Besides, I was still getting over Danny.

    I pushed them both off of. "Please back the f*ck up! You're both perverts who should be f*cking ashamed of yourselves, trying to come onto me! I may clean up after you, but I am not just some easy lay for you two b*stards! Be professional, for f*cks sake! My Lord, you idiots need to learn to keep it in your pants!" I huffed.

    I dusted myself off, ignoring the astonished looks on their faces. Guess they weren't used to being told off.

     "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to show myself out. And you will be still paying me in full for having to deal with you buffoons," I said sharply.

     And with that, being the bad a$$ motherf*cker that I am, I left without another glance at Tho.as or Mark.

♪Keenan is my b*tch. I love him. Sorry for the delayed update, I've had a lot on my plate recently. Hope this chapter was well worth the wait!♪