Titus Zane started his job at Wesley Foley’s electronic components company.
Position, CEO assistant.
Speaking of his role, Titus Zane felt sowhat insecure.
Apart from wielding a paintbrush, he had never worked in a company before. With zero work experience, he beca a CEO assistant as soon as he joined the company. He wouldn’t believe it himself if it weren’t for Wesley Foley’s influence.
Only after starting the job did Titus Zane realize that the role of CEO assistant wasn’t that frightening.
His duties involved delivering docunts for the CEO, reporting the schedule arranged by the secretary to Wesley Foley, and accompanying him to als with clients...
At the end of the day, apart from the initial panic, he managed to handle the work quite competently.
What gave Titus Zane the most peace of mind was that Wesley Foley didn’t bring up last night’s incident. Wesley was very professional at work, a qualified manager who kept work and personal life separate. Such a man was highly admirable to Titus Zane.
When it was ti to leave work, Titus Zane was held back by Wesley Foley, who then drove him towards a certain location in his luxury car.
As a CEO assistant, working overti and accompanying the CEO to social events was the norm, so Titus Zane didn’t ask further questions. He quietly sat in the passenger seat, feeling a bit sleepy.
It was only when the luxury car entered a residential complex that Titus Zane suddenly beca alert, looking at the uniformly designed apartnt buildings with confusion and asking, "Where are we going?"
He couldn’t be planning to take him back to his place, could he? After all, the man was so straightforward last night, even bluntly stating his desire to kiss him...
"You’ll know soon." With those few indifferent words, Wesley Foley focused on the road ahead as the luxury car ca to a stop in front of an apartnt building.
Seeing Titus Zane staring blankly out the car window at the high-rise in front of him, Wesley Foley unfastened his seatbelt, "Get out."
"Oh," Titus Zane ca to his senses, hurriedly unfastening his seatbelt and following Wesley Foley out of the car, still curious about the building in front of him.
There was a warmth in his hand; it was Wesley Foley’s hand covering his own, grasping his wrist and leading him toward the apartnt block.
"Press, 1808."
Titus Zane...
He turned to look at Wesley Foley with a puzzled expression, not responding.
Feeling a sudden grip on his wrist, Wesley Foley took hold of it, lifting Titus Zane’s thumb to press the digits on the keypad one by one. After the beeps, the entrance door buzzed open, and with his wrist in Wesley Foley’s hold, Titus Zane was led inside passively.
Entering the elevator, Wesley Foley pressed the floor number, then holding onto Titus Zane’s hand, stepped back into a corner. Standing there as the elevator ascended, Titus Zane could feel his heart rising with the numbers.
Although his feelings for Wesley Foley were different, he was not ready, and the swift developnt of the situation had caught him off guard.
It was too late to call his friend Little Wild for advice, and she had already left Banyan City. Even if she were here, facing such a shrewd man, she doubted she could continue pulling the wool over his eyes.
As the elevator halted its ascent, Titus Zane’s heart jolted with it, stuttering as he tried to speak when the doors began to open.
"Um, I... just rembered, I think..." Watching him, a gentle smile seed to reside on Wesley Foley’s warm face, halting the words in Titus Zane’s throat.
Any excuse would seem farfetched, as he was staying in a hotel. Whether he’d forgotten to unplug sothing or whatever, it was clearly just an excuse.
If he were dealing with just an ordinary man, he could simply decline. But this man was soone he had gone to great lengths to get close to, and now that the opportunity had arrived, he actually feared it.
Rejecting Wesley outright was worrying, fearing that he might be fired on the spot. If he let things take their course... he was truly unprepared.
Each ti he faced a critical mont with a man in the past, Titus Zane would run off to the bathroom to throw up. He wondered how Wesley Foley would react if it happened in front of him.
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