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Jonathan Ruskin patiently waited until his secretary, Mr. Milverton gently did the tie on his neck. The sensation always caused butterflies in his stomach and his heart to beat faster. Ruskin never ordered Mr. Milverton to help him dress up, but the older man insisted on doing it. And Ruskin secretly very much enjoyed the process. For him, it was one of the best parts of the day.
An appearance was important for a businessman, especially for someone in such a powerful position like Ruskin. He owned several newspapers and marketing companies and he was the so-called King of Media of the country ever since his father's death. It was a great loss and an even bigger responsibility to bear for Ruskin. He knew that he would be his father's successor, but it happened too early. He was not ready for this weight and he was too young to make the necessary wise decision. He would have already been devoured by his business rivals if Mr. Milverton wouldn't be on Ruskin's side.
Mr. Milverton was the same age as Ruskin's father and he had good leadership skills. He didn't just assist Ruskin in the work, Ruskin also heavily relied on his advice. But Mr. Milverton was even more than that. He slowly, but steadily found the way to Ruskin's heart as well, but not in a fatherly role. One day, when Mr. Milverton's touch almost caused him a heart attack, he needed to come to terms with the fact.
That he fell in love with his secretary.
Ruskin knew deep inside that this was wrong. He was Mr. Milverton's higher-up, their relationship as boss and employee made it impossible for anything good to come out of the situation. Ruskin needed to hide his true feelings - yet, he couldn't and didn't want to get rid of them. After his father's death, his love for Mr. Milverton was what gave him life and Ruskin kept clinging onto him like he was air which he was unable to breathe. For Ruskin, he really was. As much as it hurt him inside that there couldn't be more, that he could never express his feelings, he was happy that Mr. Milverton was on his side. He was the light of his days with his charming smile and bright golden eyes. Mr. Milverton gave him comfort and for that, Ruskin decided to stay blind over the fact that some of Mr. Milverton's advice was dubious or even straight up evil - he gave in to them just to make his secretary happy. He knew that he would do anything to make Mr. Milverton happy and see his smile even if it was occasionally malicious. Ruskin lived for it, just like he lived for his touch what he was lucky to feel every morning.
Despite his age, Mr. Milverton's skin always felt smooth when he touched him and especially when his fingertips caressed his neck. Ruskin wished if he could feel this touch in a different situation, but he was content even with the dressing up. He blushed when, as Mr. Milverton fixed his tie, his hand ran down his throat. It tickled Ruskin who let out a chuckle.
"I am sorry, sir." Mr. Milverton murmured an apology, but his voice sounded provocative - like he knew exactly what feelings he caused in Ruskin's heart and he was completely satisfied with the situation.
"It is fine." Ruskin answered and turned over to his secretary. "Do I look well?" He asked with hope. He didn't really care about his appearance otherwise, only that Mr. Milverton would find it good.
"Yes, Mr. Ruskin." Mr. Milverton nodded and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were shining brightly. "You know that I will always make sure of that. If I may do one last thing." He said and he reached out, sweeping the hair lock off Ruskin's face. Ruskin felt that his cheeks turned even redder while Mr. Milverton's fingers touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the warmth and the closeness of the other man... and the stolen intimate moment.
"Perfect." Mr. Milverton winked at him. "We can start with the day."
Ruskin was sure that it would be good. After this beginning, it could only be.