Nb: hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this chapter! I apologise for the shortness of this one (and the lack of...Romance) but I hope that you will enjoy it anyway
'You can't strategise falling in love, can you? It's never worked.' - Maryl Streep
(Alfred's Pov)
Alfred Ashford spent the rest of his afternoon seething, he returned to his residence far earlier then normal and locked himself in his bathroom. He splashed water on his face over and over in an attempt to dislodge the thoughts of his secretary from his mind, as well as the events that occurred in his office.
Up until now, Richard Dorson had being everything that Alfred expected from a secretary. Mild mannered and weak, easy to push around and fun to torment. Whenever Alfred had a bad day, he made certain that his secretary would as well.
'And Dorson was so easy to psychologically torture.' Alfred mused to himself. 'But why did I never realise how bloody handsome he was!? I literally have seen the man every single day since I hired him and I never noticed-' His thoughts stopped abruptly and he felt his face flush slightly. He undid his shirt and placed his fingers on the first spot where the other man had kissed him, he could still feel the sensation of the other man's lips on his skin.
"What is wrong with me!?" He hissed out loud in disgust as he looked at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror as though it held all the answers. He hated not being in control and he needed someone to blame, someone that was not himself.
"That is it! I am getting the transfer form signed and I am sending the pissant to the prison! I will make an example of him and amass a collection of photographs far greater then ever before!" He declared to himself. "No one takes control away from me!"
"Tut, tut." A familiar voice whispered. "My beloved Brother, could you really bare see him destroyed?"
Alfred's eyes widened in shock. "Alexia?"
"Don't be angry, Alfred. You enjoyed him, didn't you? He's quite skilled with his lips, don't you think?" Alexia purred.
"I..But.. My sweet Sister, you know that you are the only one I will ever love." Alfred felt his face blush an even deeper shade of red.
"My beloved brother, if it's my jealousy that you're worried about.. Then I give you my full primisson to enjoy him in every way possible!" Alexia laughed softly in his ear.
"But... I was going to send him to the prison for his insolence.." He mumbled.
"Well, you won't be doing that anymore! Listen to me, Alfred. We. Are. Keeping. Him." Alexia breathed into his ear and he felt as though he could feel the touch of her lips. "After all, my beloved Brother.." her voice lowered seductively. "I enjoyed watching the two of you."
He sputtered in embarrassment. "You were...Y-Y.."
"Alfred. Do you want me to be bored. Do you want me to get annoyed? Most importantly, do you actually want to deprive me of something that I enjoyed watching? Don't bother answering, my beloved Brother. I already know the answer."
Alfred sighed. "So..You want me to... Enter a relationship with him for your enjoyment?"
"Don't sound so put off, you were enjoying yourself as well! Do it for me, Alfred. Do it for your dear sister!"
"And...When you get bored of him?"
"Then we throw him away. But Alfred, my beloved Brother.. I do so hope that you won't disappoint me in the mean time. Am I clear."
Alfred nodded. "Yes, sister."
He looked back into the mirror, and for a brief second he saw Alexia standing behind him.
...
He readied himself for bed, Alexia's words still floated through his mind. The fact that he heard her outside of their normal sessions indicated to him that he had no choice but to enter a relationship with Dorson, at least until Alexia got bored. If it helped his beloved Alexia, then Alfred was willing to do anything.
As he lay in his king sized bed, he knew the greatest issue he had was that had lost control of the situation. That annoyed him greatly. He would need to do something about it.
"I could drug him with a stimulant and have my way with him." He mused out loud and laughed at the idea. "Yes, that would be...Interesting. " He paused as an uncomfortable thought entered his mind.
'What if he..Spiked my drink..?'
"No." He said out loud. "The fool lacks the guts to do that, and I would kill him if he did. That is not the way to treat a good employer like myself." He tossed the bed sheet off his body in annoyance. "After all, I have being nothing but kind to the man! I am an extremely kind man at heart!"
He looked around the room in contemplation and his eyes focused upon his typewriter. In that instance, Alfred Ashford knew what he needed to do.
He smiled in satisfaction as he thought.
'Yes, I am kind.'
...
(Robert's Pov)
Robert had not gotten any sleep all night due to worry.
He paced his small room and bit his lip as the twin demons called 'Guilt' and 'Fear' whispered terrying thoughts into his mind. He hated that he had drugged Alfred and took advantage of the situation, he hated it that Alfred had forced him to result to those measures in the first place. It went totally against his nature to hurt another person or deceive them in anyway, and Alfred's face afterwards flashed through his mind when he thought about it.
He did not know what his employer was going to do to him, what his fate was going to be. He was petrified of the uncertainty and all that would follow. He thought back to when Alfred had first hired him, and dispite everything, Robert smiled to himself. Before he could dwell on the memory, the door swung open and he found himself face to face with a grim faced guard.
The guard spoke without emotion in short, clipped sentences. "Lord Ashford wants to see you. He's in his office. He said that it wouldn't be wise to keep him waiting."
...
Robert knocked on the door and tried to keep himself from fainting when he heard Alfred shout. "Enter!"
When he walked inside he saw Alfred at his desk, tending to some paper work. At a brief glance, Robert thought that they might have being documents about the security on the Island. He was thankful that there were no Polaroids on the desk this time.
"Shut the door behind you, Dorson." Alfred said in an unreadable tone without looking up.
Robert shut the door and stood quietly, he could feel his heart race. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, he found that he could not get any words out. He flinched when Alfred placed the paper work down and opened one of the draws on his desk, he thought he heard the blonde man mutter. "The new desk will be comming out of your wages, Doorson."
As Robert blushed a bright shade of crimson, Alfred pulled a sheet of paper out of his desk. He regarded Robert with a sour expression as he spoke in a brisk tone.
"Keep your mouth shut and listen, Dorson. At the present time, I am unable to find a decent secretary so I have decided to keep you." He felt up the sheet of paper so Robert could see it. "This is your new and revised contract, the main thing that you need to note is that I am granting you a level of privileges that no one else has ever being given. You will, of course, keep your silence about them. The most important one at present is that you will be accompanying me into my private manor."
Alfred placed the paper down and stood up in a languid motion. "Your new contract also gives you a new set of duties." He smirked coldly. "Your every duty will be performed at my pleasure, so if I tell you to kill yourself.. You will do it with a smile, and even a preppy little smile on that adorable face of yours."
Alfred was silent for a few moments before he continued, a faint blush had begun to form on his cheeks. "If I want you to...Pleasure me.." He cleared his throat slightly before he continued in a more forceful tone. "..You will do it. Without question and at my pace!" He collected himself before he added. "If you displease me at any time, you will be sent to my prison. As I am sure you are aware, to be sent there is a fate worse then death. Do you agree to my terms, Dorson? You may speak now, if you are able."
Robert took a deep breath, he knew that he was trapped. Alfred held his life firmly in the palm of his hand, and clearly enjoyed the fact immensely.
Yet Robert could not deny that he found it cute when Alfred got flustered, he hoped that his employer would be easy to seduce when need be.
Robert nodded and smiled weakly at him. "I a-accept the n-new terms, sir."
A grin creeped across Alfred's features. "You act as if you have a choice, Dorson. In that case, you will accompany me to my home now."
Robert jumped when Alfred spoke again in that high pitched, not quite right tone. "Do try to be kind to Robert, beloved Brother!"
"Yes, Alexia. But please remember, my Sweet Sister, that this is all your idea." Alfred responded to himself in his normal voice, as he spoke he had walked across the room to the corner where Robert had seen him last and seemed to be pressing parts of the corner. Robert almost screamed when he heard a clicking sound and saw part of the wall slide away behind Alfred's desk.
"Come along, Doorson. The door will not stay open for long. Stop standing there with your mouth open, you twit!" Alfred snapped sharply as he grabbed Doorson by the hand and began to pull him to the passage.
Robert looked down at Alfred's hand and smiled to himself, Alfred's hand was warm and strangely comforting. Dispite his verbal abuse.
As the two men walked into the passage, Alfred Ashford's voice echoed through it. "And Dorson? Stutter again and I will kill you."
As the passage way closed behind them, Dorson's soft spoken voice echoed in response. "Yes sir..Whatever you want."
(Chapter end)