Alice: New chapter! I'm surprised at how many reviews I got for this. Thank you!
Emily: Well enjoy the next chapter which does have a lemon in it.
Alice: I won't have one of those line things that says lemon starts here because to me that has always disrupted a story.
Emily: So you'll have to figure out where it starts or stops on your own! Well, have fun reading!
Chapter 2
When he awoke, enormous relief flooded his body. His alarm clock managed to go off at the exact time he set it to. Part of him was worried the damn thing wouldn't work the night before. That would be just his luck. Thank goodness it did work though! He turned it off, showered, and prepared himself for the day. He didn't want to rush and look sloppy, but he also didn't want to take too long and look overly prepared. When he finally decided on a light blue shirt with black dress pants, he walked out of the apartment feeling proud. He wouldn't lose this job. He was determined not to. This was his last option.
And he wouldn't let Wayne-Wayne win.
With that thought in mind, he took a cab to the building. The man stared at him questionably, as though wondering why a man working for Knight Enterprises would be using a taxi. Logan only offered him a bright smile. The man shrugged and started driving. Logan glanced out the window and grinned. The city really was beautiful. If the busy cars and scattering people disappeared, it would be even more gorgeous. The man announced their arrival, breaking his train of thought. Logan thanked and paid him before rushing out and walking into the building.
He was immediately greeted by Jo, who smiled at him. "Hello Logan," she smiled with relief. He wondered why though. "It's nice to see you again. You're early."
"Likewise," Logan grinned. He glanced at his clock and realized that he was early by an hour. They shook hands briefly before Jo turned around, her heels clacking on the floor. Logan shrugged and decided to follow her. Looks like that was what she wanted when she began talking.
"Kendall has decided to hire you because you wanted a challenge," Jo informed him truthfully. "But I must warn you Kendall is very hard to work for. He's a genius but difficult."
As Jo continued her speech, Logan noticed the workers staring at him with immense pity. Logan frowned at that but continued to listen to Jo. She started with the history of the building and how Kendall rose from nothing to everything in the matter of six days. That remained a mystery to everyone, including her. She mentioned to only refer to him as Mr. Knight since he hates informalities. "Then why do you call him by his name?" Logan piped up.
Logan barely caught the light tint of red on her cheeks. She was blushing. "I am different," she went with. "I knew him when we were kids."
Logan blinked, clearly stunned. Jo quickly changed the subject and went back to the building. She pointed to an almost hidden room. It was small with a fridge in the corner, counters, and a sink. "This is where you'll get Kendall's coffee," Jo stepped in the room. She pointed to the coffee machine. "He likes it black. No cream. No sugar. Mess up his coffee and you'll be dealing with a lifetime of nightmares."
"He must really like his coffee," Logan joked.
Jo's expression turned dark. "Yes. He does."
Logan gulped but nodded. Okay, black coffee. Don't mess with his coffee. He repeated that in his head a couple more times. Jo's grave look vanished after a couple seconds. Logan continued to trail after her until he reached a desk right outside a seemingly important room. "That's Kendall's office. This will be your new desk. You can personalize it if you want. But I suggest waiting a few weeks to do that."
The hidden implication was that she didn't expect him to stay long. Logan didn't seem to catch that as he smiled politely at her. She explained the specifics of his job as the last part of the "tour". It was only thirty minutes until nine. His mind flashed to the phone call when Kendall demanded his coffee. Once Jo left, wishing him good luck, he walked back to that hidden room. Black coffee, he repeated to himself. Black coffee.
When he walked into the room, a woman was inside. Logan's mouth dropped at the sight of her. If I was straight, he thought to himself. He promptly closed his mouth and entered the room. She had dark, curly hair that reached her mid back. Her face was perfectly shaped with just the right amount of makeup. She wore an office skirt just slightly shorter than Jo's and a white blouse tucked under.
"Hello," Logan said politely. She glanced back and smiled back. "I'm Logan."
"Camille," she introduced, holding out her hand. Logan shook it graciously and made his way to the coffee maker. He blinked at it. This was way too high tech to just make coffee. How was he supposed to work this thing? Camille must have noticed and giggled. Logan blushed in embarrassment. "It's hard to figure out." She reassured.
"It is," Logan grumbled. He stepped out of the way as Camille showed him how to work it. Turns out it was extremely simple. One just had to press all the right buttons.
"So who are you making the coffee for?" Camille's brown eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Kendall Knight," Logan answered. The twinkle instantly disappeared, replaced by a look of utter horror. "I'm his new secretary."
"Oh," Camille sounded surprised and even disappointed. "I thought he would hire another girl. You know? Like a blonde bimbo or something. Those seem to be his favorite."
Logan laughed, unable to stop his mind from wandering to Jo. She was blonde but certainly not a bimbo. "No, he hired me."
"I'm sorry," Camille whispered. "Mr. Knight can be a bit… scary."
"I guess," Logan shrugged, having still never met the man before. A beep went off that signaled the coffee was done. Logan quickly poured it into a white mug. Just before he made his way out, Camille grabbed his arm.
"If you need any help, just go to me or Jo," Camille smiled. "Jo is the-"
"I've met her," Logan affirmed. He smiled. "Thank you, Camille."
More pitiful stares were thrown his way as he walked towards Kendall's office. He stood outside the door, gulping. He hoped he made a good first impression on his new boss. He knocked lightly and heard a gruff "come in" from the other side. Logan opened the door, relieved to see it was exactly nine.
He sauntered in, trying to appear more confident than he felt. Kendall was standing at the window, his back facing him. Logan placed the coffee on his desk and patiently waited. The man turned around and once again Logan had to hold back a gasp. This man had stunning green eyes and dirty blonde hair. His body was surprisingly built. Logan's mouth nearly watered at the sight. No wonder all those girls were dressed so out there in the interviews. This man was gorgeous. "Logan Mitchell?" Kendall's voice was a bit rough around the edges but otherwise smooth. His smirk and his stance just screamed power and assurance.
"Yes?" Logan was relieved that his voice didn't reveal the lust he felt for the man before him. Kendall's smirk widened as he walked around the desk, his eyes examining the boy in front of him. His legs felt like jelly under such an intense stare. Kendall appeared satisfied. He walked back to his desk and opened a drawer, taking out a large pile of files.
"Sort and organize these," Kendall demanded. "Also fix any mistakes found in them. I expect this task finished in three days."
Logan nearly gaped. What? No way could he do all that in three days! A week or two, maybe. But three days? Kendall noticed his shock and smirked. "What's wrong, Logie? Can't handle the challenge?"
His own words thrown back at him. Logan forced a tense smile and glared at the man in front of him. "I can handle it," he said through clenched teeth. "Mr. Knight," he added.
"Good," Kendall practically shoved the papers in his arms. Logan stumbled back a bit, stunning by the heaviness of the papers. "Get to work."
Logan nodded, giving his boss a dirty look. He turned around and was about to walk out. "Oh and Logan," Kendall called out. "Thanks for the coffee."
It was sarcastic. "You're welcome," Logan forced out. He walked out of the room and dumped the papers on his desk. He huffed and glared down at the massive amount of paperwork, as though it would disappear. After five seconds of attempting to will it away, Logan sat down and began working.
Jo stormed into Kendall's office without warning. Kendall raised an eyebrow at her but said nothing. She was a lucky one. If anyone else but her merely thought about doing what she did, they would be fired in an instant. Kendall wouldn't say he was soft on the girl. No, he just needed her. What she did in her job made his life so much easier. There were lines she couldn't cross though, and she knew that. She stood at the end of his desk with crossed arms and a scowl.
"What?" Kendall feigned innocence.
Jo rolled her eyes. "You know what. Giving Logan that much work? You never give anyone that much work! Not even the new sluts you hire."
"Sluts?" Kendall laughed. "Such language, Josephine."
"Shut up Kendall," Jo glared at him. "Is it because I like this one? Is that it?"
"You think I'm jealous?" Kendall looked amused. "Believe me, I am not. He wanted a challenge. I'm just proving he can't handle it."
"I didn't say you were jealous," Jo corrected. "I'm saying that you have a tendency to fire people just to make my life harder. And the fact that I like him will make my life much harder."
Kendall mused over this and grinned. "Well that's a new point. I guess that's two birds with one stone. How about this? Unless he does something wrong, I won't fire him."
"Define doing something wrong," Jo narrowed her eyes. She knew his games. Simply putting the papers in a wrong place could be doing something wrong to Kendall.
Kendall rolled his eyes. "You know me too well. It won't be for something stupid. If he truly does something wrong, I'll fire him. But I doubt I'll get the chance. He'll quit before the three days are up."
"I doubt that," Jo mumbled. "He seems very determined."
"They all do at first," Kendall cackled. At the way he looked at her, Jo knew what to expect. His eyes offered a challenge. "Want to make a bet?"
Jo debated this. "What's the wager?"
"If he doesn't quit or get fired in three days," Kendall held up the number three with his fingers. "Then I'll give you a week off."
"Two weeks," Jo cut in.
Kendall frowned but didn't object. Again, she was lucky he needed her. "But if I win then I get to sleep with that friend of yours. What's her name? Jennifer?"
Jo crossed her arms with narrowed eyes. "Which one? I have three friends named Jennifer."
Kendall smirked. "All of them." When Jo opened her mouth to object, he interfered. "If I get three of them, you get three weeks off. One week for each Jennifer. Deal?"
Jo mused this over. She didn't really like the three girls anyway. Getting their hearts broken by Kendall Knight didn't seem too bad. She grinned. "Deal."
It was nearly night time now. Most of the employees have gone home but not Logan. Since he had no one to go home to, he could easily spend as much time in the Knight building until they completely shut down the lights. He finished a very small portion of the papers that were filled to the brink with mistakes. He bet Kendall did that on purpose just to stall him. Organizing them was a pain as well but that's what he started with. He organized them first before starting on the edits. He cursed Kendall in his head the whole time.
"Still working, Logie?" a voice sneered. Logan glared up at Kendall, who smirked down at him. "Don't you want to go home?"
He was teasing him. The damn bastard. Logan snorted before smiling and with a sweet voice said, "Mr. Knight, I am perfectly fine with staying here and completing the work you so kindly offered me. I hope to help you in vastly improving Knight Enterprises."
Kendall raised an eyebrow with a slight frown. In the end, he just shrugged and walked away. Not even a goodbye or good luck. Logan clucked the pencil in his hand so hard he thought it would snap. Now he understood the looks of pity and why Jo didn't want him to personalize the desk. They didn't think he would last long. Well, he went back to the papers, he would.
"Logan?" a voice interrupted. Logan's head whipped up, about to yell at whomever interrupted his work only to calm down when he saw it was Jo. She glanced down at the work and slightly narrowed her eyes. Logan grinned. So he wasn't the only one who disapproved at this amount of work. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," Logan told her. "I just will be going home a little later."
Jo nodded in understanding. She approached the edge of his desk and sighed. She mumbled, "You wanted a challenge."
It wasn't meant for his ears. But he still heard it. Logan grinned. "Yeah but I didn't think the challenge would be such an ass."
Jo chuckled, grinning at him. "He is. A royal pain in the ass is what I used to call him."
Both laughed. Logan grinned. "Thanks. You and Camille were the only ones who made me feel welcome. I guess everyone else just thinks I won't last."
"I had my doubts too," Jo admitted. "But I don't think you'll give up. You don't seem like the type."
"I'm not," Logan confirmed.
Jo paused for a moment. "I'm going to tell you something that I don't tell people too often." At Logan's raised eyebrow, she continued. "I used to be Kendall's secretary."
Logan's brown eyes popped out of their sockets. He flashed back to Camille's words about Kendall only hiring blonde bimbos. "You?"
"Yep," Jo grinned. "I used to have the biggest crush on him when we were in high school. When I found out he was running this place, I had to get the job. I dressed like a total tramp to get it."
"You?" Logan's eyes travelled down her body. She didn't seem like the type to do that.
"Who do you think started the trend?" Jo smirked. "I got the job which encouraged other women to try that. I can't say I'm too proud of myself for that. It's actually why I started conducting the emails. Kendall seems to think with his dick rather than his brain sometimes."
Logan could see that. He let Jo continue. "So I started the job. He went easy on me. Probably because he knew me from school. Eventually we slept together."
"You did?" Logan gaped.
"I loved him," Jo shrugged. "Sleeping with the man was one of my goals. Since he kept me around, I thought he loved me too but was too afraid to show it. Everyone hated me then. I dressed like a tramp, acted like a tramp, and they couldn't wait until I left."
"What happened?" Logan knew Kendall's reputation. He had no heart and would break a woman in a matter of minutes.
"He dumped me," Jo rolled her eyes. "I was being too clingy. He set me straight, saying he never loved me. He just liked the aspect of sleeping with someone whenever he wanted even in work. That's when I changed. I decided I was going to be someone worth respecting. I dressed differently and moved up in the ranks. He found a new girl to torment as his secretary, and I moved on."
"Why are you telling me this?" Logan questioned.
Jo smiled. "Because I wanted to. Good luck, Logan. I would help you but I doubt Kendall would appreciate that. I like you so don't get fired."
With that, she walked off. When Logan couldn't hear the clacks of her heels on the floor, he leaned back, taking in all the new information. So Jo used to like Kendall? But the difference was she was determined. She didn't want to lose the job, and she didn't. Now everyone respected her. His brown eyes widened with a whole new willpower. He would show up Kendall. He furiously began working through the papers. He would complete this task if it took him all night.
Kendall frowned. It had been two days since he gave Logan the pile of work that would take an average man two weeks to complete. Yet here Logan was, handing him the giant pile of papers, completely organized and edited to the point of perfection. All a day early. His brown eyes burned into Kendall's green ones almost bragging that he completed the task. Kendall clenched his fists. What the hell? This boy wasn't supposed to be this quick! Or efficient. Even the damn coffee was next to the papers in perfect condition.
Logan smirked. "Anything else for me, Mr. Knight?"
That damn brat! Kendall snarled. He would not allow this boy to outsmart him! "Tell me, Logan. When were you supposed to hand these in?"
Logan blinked, the confidence draining from him. Suspicion was replaced with it. "Tomorrow?"
"Exactly," Kendall glared at him. The boy didn't even flinch. "You handed it in a day early. That was not what I asked."
Logan's mouth dropped at just the absurdity of what his boss just told him. "Excuse me?"
"That's one strike against you," Kendall smirked. He couldn't fire Logan considering he had that bet with Jo. But he could allow Logan to think he would for something this simple. "You're lucky I'm being so considerate today."
Logan barked out a bitter laugh. "I'm lucky?! I gave you these damn papers early! You can't put a strike against me for being early."
"I can and will," Kendall frowned. Was this boy arguing with him? By his personality and looks, Kendall thought he would be pissing himself with fear by now. "You will not complain."
"The hell I won't!" Logan raised his voice, stomping over to his boss. They were so close that Logan could feel the taller boy's breath on his face. "I did a good job, and I'll be damned if you punish me for that."
"Are you arguing with me?" Kendall laughed. "I could have you fired!"
Logan smirked. "But then I'd win."
Kendall frowned, narrowing his eyes. "What?"
"I beat you at your own game," Logan grinned. "I finished those papers a day early when you thought I'd quit or not finish them at all. I won that round. You firing me is just you admitting you don't want to lose. You firing me means that I won and you can't handle failure."
Kendall growled, grabbing the boy's wrists and hurling him against the wall. The boy didn't even show any pain. He just smirked up at his boss as though telling him that he was wining. Kendall leered. "Want to repeat that, pretty boy?"
Logan didn't back down. "I won, Kendall. And you can't handle it. Who knew the great Kendall Knight was such a-"
He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence. Kendall slammed his lips against the smaller boys. Logan's eyes went wide. He didn't kiss back. Instead he tried to wiggle his way out of Kendall's harsh grip. Kendall didn't allow that though. He bit down on Logan's bottom lip harshly, making him gasp. The moment Kendall's tongue entered Logan's mouth, he realized it.
This was just another game.
Logan smirked into the kiss and fought for dominance. If Kendall wanted to play games, he'd go along with it. And he'd win. So he closed his eyes and fought. Kendall won, roaming the boy's mouth. Using his knee to part Logan's legs, he grabbed Logan's groin and began rubbing him through his pants. Realizing now that Logan wouldn't try to escape, Kendall realized his wrists. Logan took this opportunity to unbutton Kendall's shirt. He felt the smooth skin underneath the shirt which made him only want it off faster. Kendall took his hands off of Logan, making him groan in protest.
Kendall's mouth moved to Logan's neck as he took off his own shirt. He bit down harshly at Logan's pulse point, even tasting a bit of blood. Logan hissed in pain as Kendall's tongue licked the now bruising skin. Logan quickly joined their lips in another passionate kiss, tasting his own blood in Kendall's mouth. Kendall nearly tore open Logan's shirt trying to get it off. "Hey," Logan protested his voice deep with lust. "I need to wear that!"
"Ha," Kendall snickered before tugging at Logan's pants. He understood the meaning and quickly took them off, as did Kendall. Logan took in Kendall's naked form in front of him. His cock twitched in anticipation at just the mere sight of him. Without warning, Kendall grabbed the back of his neck and forced him onto his knees. He smirked down at Logan, as though telling him his role of being the submissive bitch. Logan glared back up until his eyes caught sight of Kendall's hard member. Licking his lips, Logan began to work.
Kendall groaned when Logan licked the very tip of him, tasting the pre-cum. After a few seconds of this, Logan engulfed his member into his mouth. He gagged trying to fit it all and eventually settled with fisting the parts that weren't in. Kendall's breath hitched as Logan hummed. Right before he released, Kendall yanked Logan away and kissed him harshly. Much like Logan tasted his own blood earlier, Kendall could taste himself in Logan's mouth. He parted the kiss and smirked, satisfied.
Forcing him to turn around, Kendall stared down at his back side. "Lube," Logan gasped. Kendall rolled his eyes and walked over to his desk, unlocking a certain drawer and pulling it out. Logan smirked. "Geez, how many secretaries have you fucked?"
"A lot," Kendall smirked. In a few seconds, Kendall's fingers were covered and he placed on into Logan.
Logan, though not a virgin, could never get used to that feeling of the first finger in. Though not painful, it wasn't pleasurable. It was simply just there. A second finger was soon added. "I'm going to use extra fingers," Kendall growled. "Cause you're going to need it."
Logan nodded, clenching his fists and shutting his eyes tightly when a third was added. They stretched him out and soon something much bigger was at his entrance. Oh God, he thought to himself, that's Kendall.
With one quick motion, Kendall shoved himself into Logan making Logan gasp. Pounding into the boy, Logan found himself going along with it, even moaning when Kendall hit that spot. Kendall smirked. "K-Kendall," Logan cried out.
"You wanted a challenge," Kendall growled, grabbing Logan's cock and pumping it. Logan only moaned in response. "Well here you go."
With one last thrust, both men came with a moan. Panting, the two men stared at each other. What shocked Kendall was that Logan's stare still screamed defiance. Soon they found themselves dressing and trying to clean up the mess they made.
"Logan," Kendall called out right before Logan left the room. His voice was cold once again. "You called me Kendall."
Logan shrugged. "Would you prefer Mr. Knight?"
Really, he only called him Kendall in the heat of the moment. He didn't really care if Kendall wanted to be called by a certain title. Kendall raised an eyebrow. "No," he answered after a long pause.
"So then Kendall it is," Logan rolled his eyes. Kendall took his time to stare at the boy he just thoroughly fucked. Maybe he was worth keeping around after all. With that, Logan exited the office without any further words.
Kendall frowned, tilting his head to the side. Something was telling him this boy was much different from all the others. "Logan Mitchell," he mumbled to himself.
Alice: Wow, that was long! Over 10 pages.
Emily: Sorry if the sex scene wasn't that good. I'm still getting used to writing those.
Alice: Thanks for reading and enjoying the story!