Page 61 of Alfie: Part Two

No more Delco. Waiting to hear back about Wister. Are you sure that’s not too snobby for you, my boy?

Look, I couldn’t explain what was too snobby. It depended on the house and the street. I was complicated that way. Because I was a man of culture, but I also wanted something chill. Balance was key.

West texted again before I had the time to respond.

I have a phone conference in twenty. If you’re in the area, we could grab a coffee before.

I hummed and checked the GPS. It would be a tight fit to meet up at the coffee shop next to his building, but I could be his delivery boy.

At the next red light, I messaged him back.

I have a better idea. Sit tight. I’m coming over for a two-minute date.

Seventeen minutes later, I strode out of the elevator on the top floor with two cups of coffee and a pastry treat for my man.

Past the bullpen of writers and investigative reporters, down a hall for the nice suits, till I reached the very end and West’s PA, Camilla.

“Hi, Alfie. He said you were coming by. You can go right in.”

“Thanks, hon.” I smiled when I saw the drawing Ellie had made her hanging on her bulletin board. “I’d like to claim sidekick credit on that one.” I nodded at the drawing. “I had to hose her down to get rid of all the glitter after.”

She laughed. “She’s adorable. I love it when Mr. Scott brings her to work.”

Which happened about twice a year, after Ellie’s dentist appointment. She hated going to the dentist, so we didn’t take her back to kindergarten after.

“She, um…mellows Mr. Scott out, if I’m allowed to say that,” she added sheepishly.

I chuckled. “Your secret’s safe with me.” I knew West could be…on the uptight side before a deadline, and they had four now. So yeah, he came home moody and annoyed after work.

Camilla was one of four people I liked on this floor. We had talked shit about most of the others during office parties and network functions, mostly because they’d looked down on us.Excuse me, Magda from Creative, but you live in fucking Nicetown. You can’t look down on anyone from a pile of shit. There was just something about the entertainment crowd. They landed a decent job, and suddenly, they became Hollywood.

What happened to brown-nosing? I was with the boss, for fuck’s sake. They should have their heads stuck so far up my ass that I could taste them.

I pushed the door open with my hip and strolled toward the big boss, sitting there with his river view in the background. Big desk, big window, big dick.

He was currently on the phone, but he smiled when he saw me.

“That sounds good,” he was saying. “Just make sure Antwon is on the call. I have to go.” He ended the call and rolled back his chair a bit, and I saw my cue. “You weren’t kidding about the two-minute date.”

“Well, when you said phone conference and not a Zoom call, my mind went to filthy places. Maybe our date can run a little longer?” I set the coffee and the pastry bag on the desk before I grabbed on to his armrests and dipped down for a kiss. “Hi.”

He hummed and cupped my cheek. “Sometimes you have wonderful ideas.”

I thought so too, and I had no time to waste. I gave him one more kiss, a deep, hungry one, and then I dropped to my knees.

“Have you gotten any work done yet?” he asked, loosening his tie.

“Yeah, this morning before I went to Ma’s.” I undid his belt and pants. “I have a delivery to oversee tomorrow night, so I met up with a crew boss.”

“Same procedure as usual?”

I nodded. I waited in the condo, my makeshift office, with Colby while the delivery went down, and then we headed home once all the shit was distributed. Colby had turned into my wingman and an extension of Eric. In other words, I had eyes on the whole operation through surveillance.

“Nothin’a worry about.” I pulled out his cock and locked eyes with him as I leaned in and sucked the head into my mouth.

His jaw ticked with tension, and his fingers disappeared into my hair. “I fear I will always worry on delivery days, but the reunion when you come home is worth it.”

Fuck yes.

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