The smell of freshly brewed coffee came rushing in when the elevator door opened on the sixteenth floor. I took a deep breath and took my sunglasses off as my step brother Logan Henderson walked over to me handing me a cup of coffee, just the way I liked it too, and a manila folder. I raised an eyebrow at the sight of the folder as I took a sip from the steaming cup.

Logan narrowed his eyes at me, causing me to roll my eyes in response. I let out a clearly annoyed sigh as I turned my attention to Logan. "What is it Logan?"

He shook his head and lightly pushed my shoulder, "James…you have messy sex hair, and your new intern is waiting in the break room." He smiled as he walked past me and headed for the elevator, "Good luck bro."

I smiled and waved goodbye to Logan as the elevator doors closed. Logan was always there for me, ever since we were little. Our parents had gotten married when we were both seven, and we have been together ever since.

Fixing my hair with the help of my reflection from the elevator door, I was about to make my way to the break room when the elevator opened. I jumped a little when I came face to face to with Kendall Schmidt, my mother's little prodigy or whatever she liked to call him. I adjusted my posture as I stepped aside for him to get passed me. He chuckled as he walked passed me, "Fixing yourself up from a late night James?"

I narrowed my eyes to his back as he continued towards the lobby area where his desk was located. This fucker had a to learn a thing or two about respecting his boss. I know he has technically been here longer than I have but I am his superior, and he needed a constant reminder. I cleared my throat loud enough for him to hear, "Excuse me Mr. Schmidt?"

He stopped and turned around, giving me the fakest smile I've ever seen, and spoke. "I said good morning Mr. Maslow,"

"That isn't what I heard," This little liar.

"Well that's what I said Mr. Maslow. If you misheard me then I'm sorry," Without another word he turned around and continued towards his desk. "Not my fault you need to clean your ears!" I heard him say as the doors to the lobby area flew open.

"Good morning to you too!" I yelled out as I watched him walk away. Luckily for him he was wearing those slacks that hugged his ass nicely. I enjoyed the view of his behind before it disappeared from my range of sight. I smiled to myself as I made my way to the break room.

As I walked into the break room, I scanned the area. A few people were in here, but I was able to spot the intern easily. One because I have never seen him here before, and two he looked rather nervous. I waved him over and walked out, giving a wink to a blonde female that was checking me out. "So what's your name intern?"

I could hear footsteps behind me, him trying to catch up with me, as he spoke. "G-good morning sir, my name is Carlos si-"

"Nice to meet you Carlos, the name is James. James Maslow," I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. That was a asshole thing to do, but I do not like to hear meaningless chatter that I would not benefit from. A simple 'Carlos' would have been a fine answer. "So I'm pretty sure H.R. already discussed all the details for working here correct?"

Uh-oh. Maybe that was the wrong way to make a first impression. The little intern looked rather scared now. "Yes sir, bu-"

"Good, now that's all you really have to know."

"Ok sir, but I have a couple of que-"

"Now some stuff I need to know….why are you interested in working for Maslow industries?"

He looked rather surprised by my sudden question, but he quickly recovered and cleared his throat. "Maslow industries is known as one of the biggest international trading firms there is, and it'll open many doors and opportunities for me elsewhere."

I gave Carlos a smile as I placed a hand on the doorknob to the lobby. Good answer. "I like that answer Carlos, now how much do you want this job?"

He calmed down a little before answering, "H-how much sir?"

"I didn't stutter, but I mean how bad do you want this job? Are you willing to do whatever it takes to keep this job?" I saw the nervousness rush back into his expression as he began to stutter himself.

"O-oh, I-I really want this job sir! I am willing to do anything and everything it takes to keep this job,"

"Good." I smiled as I turned the knob and opened the door. "Now please become accustomed to your desk," We walked in and I could see Kendall sit up straight and pretend to look busy, as if he wasn't watching us. I rolled my eyes as I placed a hand on Kendall's desk and pointed at the empty desk across, "You will be sitting across Mr. Schmidt here." I glanced at Kendall in time to see his death glare directed at my hand on his desk. I don't know what it was, but he hated me touching his stuff.

I smiled to myself as I flipped through the pages on a clipboard that Kendall had provided for info on the job duties the new intern needed to do. "Now Mr. Carlos Pena…" I skimmed through the pages but none of these things listed sounded fun to teach. I know…I'll just dump him on Kendall. "Mr. Schmidt?"

He stopped typing on the computer and put on that same fake ass smile he did this morning. Could he at least give me a better fake smile? This guy really hated me…but it's ok because I love being an asshole to him. Knowing I have the dominance over him made his behavior tolerable for me. I like when they have a little attitude. "Yes sir?" He spoke through that fake smile. This immature behavior wouldn't be tolerated if it was anyone else.

"I'm leaving Mr. Pena in your care…"

The rest of the day went rather slow, but it was finally five minutes until five. I loosened my tie and took a deep breath. Why not let the offices go home five minutes early? Letting them leave early would give them a little head start over traffic.

I walked over to the door but stopped when I could hear Carlos and Kendall's conversation. They were talking about me, and even laughing. Those little shits. If only I could fire them on the spot, but talking shit wouldn't be a good enough reason. I bit my lip in frustration as I heard Kendall and Carlos get up from their seats. So these fuckers think they're better than me? I'll show them.

Kendall knocked on the door and I walked away and headed for my desk, adjusting my tie back to the way it was before I loosened it. He knocked again and I readied myself for a confrontation with the bastard. A few seconds passed and I heard something slide under the door. I glanced over to see a manila folder on the floor. I jumped up from my seat and rushed passed my desk, "Mr. Schmidt!" I could hear the footsteps on the other side of my door stop and come back towards my office.

So Kendall, you think you're smarter than I am? Another knock on the door and I find myself smirking and adjusting myself, "Schmidt…come in here please." I demanded more than asked.

"…have a nice night Mr. Schmidt." I flashed him a smile as the elevator doors closed. I knew that would drive him crazy, and anything to piss him off even more than I already had. Loosening my tie again I pulled my phone out and began browsing through my contacts, and luckily for me I had the name under 'assface' on my contacts.

The phone dialed the number and I waited for the other line to answer. I wasn't a very patient person and hung up usually after the third dial ring, I mean…sound travels fast; how can one not hear their phone ringing? I answer my phone as soon as I hear it ringing because I don't want to keep the person on the other line waiting.

I was just about to hang up when I heard a voice on the other line, "Hello?"

"Hey Stetson, I hear you're in town…what do you say about meeting up at a bar for a couple of drinks?"

"Hey James….Are you crazy? It's barley passed five and you want to grab a drink right now?"

"Oh come on assface, I want to catch up with an old friend." I could hear the whiney tone of voice escaping my mouth. The same tone of voice I used to use on Jett to get what I wanted.

"Alright fine, lets meet at The Draft?"

"Cool, see you there." The elevator doors opened as I hung up the phone. Walking out of the building has never felt better. After a long stressful day of work, I was ready for a drink or two.

The bar was only fifteen minutes away from the office, but with all the stoplights and traffic it took me twenty minutes to get there. I know it was pretty early, but I couldn't help but order a pizza and a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks.

With nothing to do but browse through the internet, I found myself downing my drink. Before I knew it the glass was empty and I was ordering another round. Man what the fuck was taking Jett so long?

By the time Jett arrived, I had already downed two glasses and ordered a third and fourth already. I couldn't stop. I wasn't sure what it was…but that damn Kendall Schmidt kept popping up in my head. Trying to drink him away from my thoughts was a mistake. I was already buzzing when Jett came up and took a seat beside me. "So been here long James?"

I shrugged, "Nah just got here. I called this pizza order ahead of time so it'll be ready when we got here." Just then the bartender arrived with the two glasses of Jack. I smiled and took the drinks, sliding one over to Jett.

"Wow, already huh?"

"Nah, I just ordered these….first drink of the night. Cheers!" I raised my glass and gazed into Jett's eyes as he smiled and raised a glass of his own to clink with mine. His eyes…they were the same shade of green as Kendall's.

Jett sipped his drink and raised an eyebrow as he waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You ok there James?"

I shook the thoughts out of my head and sipped my Jack. "I'm fine Jett…just a long day at work."

I blacked out after a couple of more drinks. The rest of the night came into my memory in flashes….

"Wooo! Another round of shots over here bartender!"

….

The floor was cold against my face. I could hear bits of laughter coming over me as Jett tried to help me up. "James, shut the fuck up! The cops are right there!"

…..

"Yeah can I have a number one with a Coke?"

…

"Ouch James, you're bleeding!" Jett pulled my shirt off of my torso and examined my chest for any cuts. Apparently blood was all over my shirt, but it came from my nose when I fell at the bar earlier. Jett placed a warm wet cloth on my nose to wipe the dried blood away.

I glanced at his eyes again. Slowly getting drawn into them, and before I knew it I was placing a hand on his cheek. He froze and gazed into my eyes. I was aware it Jett…but in my drunken state I saw Kendall. Our breathing became heavy as I brought my face closer to his. Staring into each others eyes for a moment before smacking our lips together, he wrapped his arms around my neck as I brought myself closer to him.

…..

I came back into reality when I hit my head on the headboard of the bed. I felt something wet and warm on my dick and quickly to see Jett's head moving up and down my cock. "Fuck that feels good," I wrapped my fingers around his hair and forced him to deep throat my cock.

…..

"Ah fuck James!" I awoke again when Jett was moaning loudly. He was riding my cock and after coming back to reality I didn't mind because his tight ass felt good. I found myself smacking his ass and pinching his nipples.

"Come on ride that cock Kendall,"

Jett gave me a confused look before being slammed onto the bed on his backside for me to get into a position to pound his ass. I'm afraid…in my drunken state I was imagining I was fucking Kendall.

The annoying buzzing sound coming from my alarm clock woke me up as I hit the snooze button. I rubbed my head because of the major hangover that kicked in as soon as my eyes opened. Groaning as I got up I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock.

'9:13 a.m.'…wait, what?! I grabbed the clock to make sure it was the correct time. Shit. I was late for work. Shit fuck. Oh shit…what happened last night? Shit fuck god damn it.

I quickly got dressed and rushed out of the door. As soon as ii was out the door of my condo I pulled my phone out and started a text to send Logan. 'Hey Logan, running late. Long night last night, please have intern make coffee and have it ready by the time I get to office. Thanks.'

Hitting send I rushed to my car, which luckily survived my drunken night with no scratch, and hopped in. I started the car and rushed towards the office.

The brightness in the building didn't help and I had to wear my sunglasses as I entered the elevator. I made it to the office, ignoring nasty death stares from Kendall as I grabbed the coffee Carlos had ready for me on his desk side.

"Thank you," was all that came from my mouth as I entered the my office. Hearing footsteps following. Oh great…it was too early to be dealing with Kendall's bullshit. I sat down at my desk and turned to see Kendall slam a folder on top of my desk and give me a rather angry, yet sexy, look before turning away to exit the office. "The reports you wanted this morning…"

Oh that's right, I had him redo the purchase order reports last night. I stared at his ass as he walked out, that boy had a nice firm bubble butt that I could only wish to have my way with. Shaking the dirty thoughts away, I took a sip from my coffee and opened the file ready to review the files…that bastard. I stared at the files with a bit of frustration boiling up. He turned in the exact same reports he did last night.