Page 12 of Sex, Blood, and Real Estate

"You don't have to move." His father's face looked pained, but there was nothing Wyatt could do about it. This was necessary. He needed to break away and get a fresh start. He turned away and left the office, not stopping until he reached his car in the lot. He got in and just sat there for a few minutes, thinking and wondering what the future held.

He drove to the bay and parked, taking some time to gather his thoughts and emotions. He'd studied the list of open positions that Sam had given him last evening and found a position open in marketing that he thought would be a good fit for him.

He assisted the marketing department from time to time, but his father had refused to give him a position saying it was better if he floated and learned all the aspects of the business before settling down in any one area. All he learned was that floaters were given little respect and garbage, throw away assignments. He tried to tell his father this, but he wasn’t listening he was never listening.

Sam felt his beloved's charged emotions; they were thick and heavy, and he could sense that Wyatt was working hard to control himself. He couldn't read what was happening, but it was causing an upheaval in his beloved's heart and mind. Wyatt was struggling with his calm but was maintaining a level reaction on the surface. Sam channeled calm and strength to him through their tenuous connection.

"Come to me, sweetheart," Sam called to him, and he felt Wyatt respond. Whatever was happening, he was suffering, and Sam desperately wanted him nearby. He felt his tension and sadness but also felt a sense of relief that he was trying to push through.

Sam needed to know what was going on, and he wanted his beloved to be with him. He sent a text and hoped Wyatt was in a position to answer. He focused and pushed his calm out to him, bathing him in confidence and security. "Come to me, sweetheart." He repeated.

Holden Grey stormed out of his office and over to Wyatt's cubicle. He stood there looking at it, and his face fell. It had all been a waste leaving his son in such a place simply because he was too busy to take his feelings into account or to treat him like any other employee.

He was the boss's son, so, therefore, he had to suffer. Where in the hell had he gotten such a ridiculous idea. Holden silently chastised himself as he stared down at the revolting little space that his son had occupied for over a year. He looked up and took in the faces of the people around him sitting at their desks and in their cubicles and wondered how many had taken pleasure in torturing his son.

There were five in the room with their desks close to Wyatt’s and two offices close by. Holden looked around the room with a steely gaze. “You’re all fired, get out.” One of the offices belonged to Griffen Humbolt and he did not have to guess whether he was involved in his son’s humiliation the man had the nerve to do it in front of him.

"But, sir, what have we done?" One of them stood and tried to question the others had the good sense to just start packing they knew what they did.

“My son has resigned, he has walked away, he has accepted a job elsewhere because of the treatment he received in this office.” His voice kept rising and getting louder with each word spoken. “Get . . . out!” He yelled and saw Griffen step out of his office with a look of shock on his face.

Holden pointed a finger at Griffen. “You, you made him quit, you acted like you were better than him. You are nothing and I will see to it that you never work in this town again. Get out you’re fired.” Holden spoke to security before returning to his office and closing and locking the door.

Security waited while those fired packed their things, and then they walked them out of the building. Griffen maintained a look of disbelief throughout. "I can't believe he's letting us all go because Wyatt got his feelings hurt." He snarled. The man walking him out just shook his head and pointed to the door.

Wyatt sat there in silence and suddenly experienced a calm much like he had during the run in with his father and Griffen. It encompassed him warming his heart and easing the tension that was building in his mind and body. He had the feeling that Sam was close by even though he was completely alone sitting in his car staring out at the bay.

The need to see Sam came over him even more powerfully than before. It was almost a compulsion, and he wondered if it was too early or if he would be seen as clingy or needy. Wyatt wanted to go to him, tell him his woes, and feel the man's strong arms around him but hesitated for fear it wouldn't be well received. They'd only known each other a short time. They were intimate, and many things were said, but did that warrant running to him for comfort.

Wyatt didn't want to ruin a good thing, and Sam was definitely a very good thing. He sat there weighing the pros and cons while feeling the pull to go to him when he received a text. It was brief but said everything that Wyatt needed to hear.

“My love, please come to me. I can feel your upset let me help you.” Wyatt didn’t respond but rather started his car and headed to the Cabot building. He didn’t know how Sam had known he needed him, but it was touching, and he wasn’t going to question the reality of the bond that they have.

He put everything except getting to Sam out of his mind his father, his job, the changes and challenges all were pushed aside. Thoughts of Sam filled him with hope and anticipation and that was all he needed right now.

Wyatt parked in the lot across from the Cabot building and started to run. The need to get to Sam kept building until it was raging through him. It made no sense, but it also made perfect sense. Sam was everything he ever wanted, and Sam wanted him. He sought him out and pursued him.

He saw Wyatt really saw him and he stayed he didn’t back away or change his mind or choose someone else. Sam chose him and Wyatt wasn’t going to risk or lose the feeling he got whenever Sam was close and whenever he looked at him like he was the center of his world.

Cooler, leveler heads might argue that it’s not real and it won’t last or that it is a fantasy. But with that said Wyatt was ready to accept whatever Sam was prepared to give. He wasn’t desperate or pathetic he simply knew what he wanted and there was no crime in that.

He rushed into the lobby, and standing there waiting for him was Sam, looking every bit as handsome and welcoming as he remembered. Wyatt didn't stop and rushed right into Sam's waiting arms. He buried his face in Sam's chest and held on, taking one deep breath after another. A sense of security and peace washed over him.

“I have you my love don’t worry everything will be okay.” Sam soothed him and held him as he directed him toward the elevator. There were people in the lobby, but Sam seemed to not care that they were making a public display. He gave Wyatt what he needed without question and Wyatt loved him for that.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Sam was beside himself with relief now that Wyatt was there in his arms, and he could take care of him. The tension that had engulfed Wyatt was slowly draining away. He held him and they walked to the elevators. Sam wanted to have privacy with his beloved so they were going to his apartment on the top floor.

He spoke to the receptionist and told her to clear his schedule for the day. He was staying with Wyatt, and they were going to get to know one another and secrets would be shared and expectations presented. He couldn't wait to have his beloved by his side and fully aware of the sanctity and the importance of their relationship. It was fast, but Wyatt was in a head space to listen, and Sam was not going to squander the opportunity.

Once they were in his apartment, Sam lifted Wyatt's face up so he could look at the gorgeous blue eyes. "What happened, my love. I felt your upset and sadness." Sam asked and brushed the hair out of Wyatt's eyes. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

Wyatt shared what had taken place with his father and Griffen. “I quit, I walked out, and I wasn't scared until I got to my car and began to think." He gripped Sam's sides and dropped his gaze. “I should have thought it through and given two weeks.”

“You did what you had to do what should have been done months ago. You gave him plenty of opportunities to treat you better to treat you equitably, and he failed. This is in no way your fault. You have a job here but give yourself a few days to relax and get settled.” Sam dropped a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I have to move by the weekend.”

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