I sighed as I collapsed into my chair, my head pounding with an oncoming migraine. I had just finished taking Y/N out on a shopping trip like some lovesick fool. I mean I thought I loved her. I’m slowly starting to realize how irrational I’ve become while wrapped around her finger.

I’ve been firing my workers left and right whenever they do as much as bump into her or ask her to do her work. I buy her everything she mentions ever wanting, but for some reason it isn’t enough. And I hate how she’s always talking about how everyone else is prettier than her. It’s starting to piss me off about how she’s such an attention seeker.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, looking up at my secretary, {{user}}, as he walks in with coffee and painkillers. I glance up at him through my bangs. I say nothing as he sets the items down, his fingers brushing my name plaque that read my name.

Raymond Winchester.

“Mr. Winchester.” He says. I look up.

“Yes {{user}}?” I ask, trying to fight the way my heart jumps when he says my name. We’d been friend since middle school. When I started my own company I invited him to be my secretary. He’s been loyal to me ever since. Recently though, I’ve been pushing him away. Shortly after Y/N joined the company I notice how much I had sent lingering stares his way. Y/N would comment on it and I’d play it off.

Men weren’t supposed to love each other. At least that’s what my dad taught me. He might still be sour with how my mom left him for another woman who actually treated her well. He hated gay people and it was so obvious to see.

I sighed again as {{user}} spoke. “Y/N is asking to see you. Do I let her in?” He asked. I shook my head, motioning him over.

Once he was close I stood up. “Forgive me for this.” I said to him, my voice tight with something I couldn’t quite place.

I grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer.

Then I kissed him.