#phyrek

      How embarrassing...

      Part of him was relieved he wasn’t going to get his pay cut for that autocorrect. But now he was finding himself slowly leaning back in his seat, in the living room. Luckily no one was there, not even Rude, to see him looking awkwardly at his phone. He slid down, lounging, slouching, his phone placed to his chest while he had a flustered—’oops’ look on his face.

     Reno just picked his phone up and texted back before things got way too awkward.

[text] nvm [text] I’ll handle that [text] uhh [text] stay cool, Boss

“I never took you as someone who visits graves.”

A woman stood by the wheel chair. She was just far enough to be noticed, but out of arm’s reach. Face hidden by chestnut hair, only a smile could be seen, glimmering softly like the light reflected upon water’s surface. She was facing that water, hair softly grazed by a breeze and otherwise undisturbed.

Her image was real. So real, one could swear they could touch. In fact, any onlookers who didn’t know her would assume she were living. This had been the place she was put to rest, and so had a stronger connection to the world, making it easier to communicate with anyone who bothered to come by.

* 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝙿 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚁𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴. // @phyrek

     RUFUS, THE BLOND BOMBSHELL.

       Reno in the bg, making money rain on the President for the effect.

       His palm collided with the wall yet his front frame remained a few inches away from the President’s. It was like he could go this far but stop himself at the closest point not to touch him. His chin hovered upon the man’s shoulder, his neck only visible for him to look at. He warmly breathed down on it, almost obvious that he was resisting to misbehave. Yet he’d done a lot to capture his boss’ attention and corner him in an inappropriate position.

       His other hand rested against his own side, and the arm up the wall he’d sustained from making contact with the boss’ clothing or even his smooth blond hair. So close yet so far from satisfying his urges.

       The redhead’s hand slowly slid down on the wall with the President’s hand curled in a grip on his arm. This was what Reno liked most, however stern did Rufus sound he didn’t use physical force to pry him away. So he was shamelessly allowing himself to cross the line sometimes.

       ❝ You know what I want, Boss. ❞ he voiced with a whisper, turning his head but titled it back the moment he'd realised his lips were too close to his pale neck. He could yet again inhale the scent of the familiar cologne the President typically wore. He continued to slither his hand down the wall before removing it from the cold surface and rested it to his side as well, not minding the other's hand holding onto it knowing he'd no longer had him pressed against the wall with it. But even without the use of his hands, there was just a little distance between them. Reno found it amusing that he couldn't dare to touch him without permission since it'd be the only time he couldn't get himself such luxury. His lips formed a haughty smile as he moved back a tad so he could face Rufus.

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