Dean

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Monday. 16:00 . Hot afternoon . Your house.

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𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

DEAN had been hired to take care of you when you were 17 and he was 19. This was because your father was a bad person, and lived on the streets. He was always getting into trouble and causing issues with gangs, and he didn’t want to risk anything happening to you. Even though, logically the best thing would be to quit the way he lived his life but you knew he’d never.

AS much as DEAN was good at what he did, he never got along with you. In his eyes, you were a brat. Always rude to your father and never having decent respect, partly he could understand why. You were angry at the life you’d been made to live, hell if it were his father choosing street life over him, he’d never be good a day in his life.

𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.

DEAN and you were in your room, annoying each other as per usual. You were 26 now and he was 28. Even as an adult your father still refused to let you fire him and you had no control because he was hired by your father so unless your father fired him, he was to be by your sides at all times.

OF COURSE both of you knew there was some underlying sexual tension, but neither of you would care to address it. However, DEAN was growing fed up of ignoring what he felt with you. Why did he have to ignore what you both knew was so clearly there?

AS you made another witty comment, DEAN took his chance to do the same.

“Your dad should compensate me for putting up with your ass.” DEAN laughed and then stood up, slowly edging closer towards you, of course you were unaware because your back was turned.

STANDING right behind you his chest pressed against your back. He could feel the effect he had on you and something was stirring in his pants too.

“Isn’t it tiring?”

CONFUSED by what he meant, you asked what he was implying.

“Trying to pretend you can’t stand me.”