Royal AffectionHarold Grism had been ignoring the constant stream of calls to his cell phone for three days now. It wasn't as if he thought he could run away from the truth, he wasn't a coward; he just wanted the respect of hearing the news in person. Too long had he put up with this company's bullshit, having to crawl his way through the putrid beginnings of tech support, all the way up to the top floor, his office and his prize. Even then, as he stood in front of the large plate glass window, overlooking the city (HIS city) it still felt overwhelming to feel the power that emitted from the faint glowing lights below. Here he was king, a god that could see all and reigned everything in this paved empire.Royal Affection by HardlySleeping
Instinctively, he reached out, almost shivering at the cold glass beneath his fingertips. They were trying to get rid of him, after everything he'd done for them. He'd pulled them out from debt, beaten down the competition and dealt with every single obstacle they could have thrown in his
Mistletoe SaleThe streets were alive with the hustle and bustle of daily commuters, tourists and local shoppers who pushed their way up and down the sidewalks and stores. Many of them sported the usual angry scowl of disgust at the sheer sight of the crowd around them. Others, frail and afraid, kept to themselves; avoiding contact with anyone who looked even the least bit human. But within the bunches of unhappy people, was one smiling face. Grinning from ear to ear was Finnegan Grey, holding back an excited giggle as he drifted aimlessly on his way.Mistletoe Sale by HardlySleeping
Something about city shopping set his heart a flutter. Perhaps it was because his job as a producer was so demanding, or that he'd kept his flamboyant side suppressed during his now failed marriage; now able to express himself as a happier-more open individual. Whatever the meaning behind it all, it was exhilarating.
"Fin,Sweetheart..." Came a voice from his wake. He turned around to meet the eyes of his lover, Jamieson Stone who looked both worn out an