Way Industries

I guess I could have stopped it. I could have. I wanted to, but deep down I wanted it to continue, and it did. I wanted him. My body ached for him; I’d see him across the room and lust clouded my mind. His eyes would lock onto mine and he knew. He knew I wanted him and that’s why he went after me relentlessly. I should have stopped it, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up like this. Maybe I would have met someone else who could have shown me real love, not just lust. Maybe I could of found someone who wouldn’t have utterly destroy me, and broken me. I still love him, I will always love him no matter how much he crushed who I was. I need him, every fiber of my being wants him. I am his. I will always be his...

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“So Mr. Iero, why do you want to work at Way Industries?” His assistant, asked me. She was pretty enough, with her mousy brown hair framing her roundish face, and big brown doe eyes, hiding behind her glasses. It was a common rumor that Mr. Way only hired the pretty ones, and by observing the other people in the office, the rumor was true. Not one average looking person was walking around; even the janitors I encountered on my way to the elevator earlier were handsome.

“Well, Miss, uh?”

“Bergstrom”

“Miss Bergstrom, I’ve always had a passion for music, since I was little boy and my grandfather tried to teach me the drums. I think that Mr. Way’s passion for music and his groundbreaking steps in the music industry, is one of the main reasons I would love to work here.” She looked pleased with that answer, and nodded as she wrote a few notes down.

“What can you bring to the Way Industries?” She said, taking her glasses off and watching Frank.

“I’m a hard worker, as I’ve I had to work for everything I have, and I’ve never been handed anything. I also enjoy organization, as silly as that seems, but if somethings out of place then I need to fix it. I also can assure you that I will be dedicated to this job, and be passionate about it.”

“Mr. Iero you're going to be passionate about getting coffee for Mr.Way?” She looked amused, a smile playing on her thin lips.

“Well I have an undying love for coffee, so probably.” I laughed out.

“Hm, okay now if you’d follow me I’d like to introduce you to Mr.Way.” She said standing and smoothing her pencil skirt down.

“N-now?!” I squeaked out.

“Yes, Mr. Iero, please follow me.” I stood and followed her nervously drumming my fingers against my leg. I was hoping to at least secure the job before meeting him! If he doesn’t like how I look I won’t get it. He could hate the tattoos on my hands or the scorpion on my neck, and I’d be back to looking for other jobs. I’m not ugly, but I sure don’t fit in with the beautiful people that flitter around his office.

She led us down a bright hallway, that had a large oak door at the end of it. She knocked before leading us in. His office was huge, complete with huge black leather couch against a white wall and a glass coffee table on top of a crisp white shag carpet. The back wall of his office wasn’t really a wall, but huge glass windows over looking New York City. He had his maple desk in front of the glass window with a large black office chair facing away from us.

I had only ever seen Mr. Way on the front of magazines, his hazel-green eyes reflecting the studio lights, and his sharp suits flattering every curve his body had. He was the image of power, and dominated the music industry with his ‘just got fucked’ black hair. Mr. Way was known for getting what he wanted, when he wanted. He was known for his charm, and being the most eligible bachelor in the city, as well as the richest. No one knew much about his past, it was well hidden from the public eye, but was said to be raised by one of the most prominent families in New Jersey. He was a legend, and untouchable. If you caught his attention, you were special, because no one had ever done that.

When his chaired turned to face us, I had the mixed emotions of wanting to puke and astonishment at how beautiful he was. Those magazine spreads didn’t do him enough justice.

“Ah! Bergstrom, do you really have to leave me? I need you to keep my life organized!” He said jokingly. I stood behind her, hiding from him as I wasn’t really ready to meet him.

She blushed at him, “Mr. Way, I want you to meet my possible replacement, Mr. Frank Iero.” She stepped to the side exposing me to him. His eyes flickered with something like hunger as his eyes raked over me. I resisted the urge to wrap my arms around myself and make a quick dash to the exit. I needed this job, and being self conscious was something I needed to avoid at the moment.

“Frank Iero, what a pleasure to meet you” He purred, then stood and offered me his hand. I shook it, his soft fingers brushing the back of my hand as he retracted it. I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, as he told us to sit in the chairs in front of his desk, his eyes never left me.

“So Mr. Way, Mr. Iero here has a passion for coffee, music, and organization. I can train him if you’d like before I leave, but I think he’s the best candidate for the job.” Miss Bergstrom said once she had sat, crossing her ankles and resting her clipboard on her lap.

“Oh, Les I think you picked a good one” he smiled gently at her, “You don’t have to train him go take care of your sister, thats all you need to worry about, okay? I’m going to keep sending you your paycheck,” She tried to protest, but he held up a hand and continued,”Don’t argue with me now, you have been a valued employee of mine and are practically family. Its the least I can do, and if you ever want to come back you're more than welcome. Now if you need anything, call me up and I will. Go to your sister.” She nodded almost in tears, and stood. It was an odd side to him, he was so gently to her. His words comforting, and just nothing like what he was portrayed as.

“Thank you so much Mr. Way, but I can train him it’s no problem, really” Her voice wavering with emotion as she spoke.

“Bergstrom get your butt out of my office and to your sister’s side.” He said sternly, then turned and locked eyes with me. “I can train him no problem” He said, his voice taking on such a hard commanding tone, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

Miss Bergstrom got to the door and quickly added a “play nice Gee” before closing the door quietly behind herself.

“So, Frank a few rules. First, you do I say, no matter what the request is. Second, if you feel uncomfortable with anything let me know. Third, I have a tight schedule and I need everything to be in order, so don’t mess it up or there will be…” he paused thinking, “let's call them repercussions. That is all I can think of at the moment, you start tomorrow at 7, be prompt Frank, I don't want to start off this relationship on the wrong foot.” I gave him a question look, a relationship? I wasn’t quite sure about the context he was saying it in, especially with those rules. I shook it off, as just Mr. Way being a businessman, and being stern.

“Frank, leave my office.” I blushed bright red before scurrying to the door.

I paused before opening it and said “Mr. Way how do you take your coffee?” His eyes met mine, and he smiled a boyish grin at me.

“Black, Mr. Iero” he purred out.

“Have a nice day Mr. Way, thank you for this opportunity. I won’t fu- er mess it up.” He looked amused before saying good and picking up the phone to make a call.

As I walked down the hall and to the elevator, I couldn’t help the grin that crept on to my face. Today went better than expected. Mr. Way seemed to like me, and in the back of my head a little voice whispered he doesn’t just like you, he wants you. I tried to shake that thought all night, but his hungry hazel eyes, wouldn’t leave. I wouldn’t admitted it to myself just yet, but I wanted him. I wanted him to say I was only his.

Notes

Sooo, its an idea in progress? but an idea that just been bouncing around my head, and I had to write it and see what you guys think??!?!? I also made a crappy cover because fuck it I was bored. I have so many plans for new stories but im foring myself not to write them because I have other fics I need to write. THis storys the exception though because I like it and it wont leave me alone. Even when I was being forced into dresses and skirts i'm like "i need to post that story, I really want to write more of it." Lemme just say I freakin hate dresses and skirts, and i hate my family for putting me in them. AND DOCUMENTING THE OCCASION!!

Anyways tell me what you think? thank! <3