6. jealousy?

YUVRAAJ SINGHANIA'S POV

I trudge into my study, my body heavy with fatigue. The weight of my responsibilities as a mafia boss bears down on me like a physical force. I've been poring over files and strategies all day, trying to stay one step ahead of my enemies. All I want now is to indulge in a rare moment of solitude.

As I shut the door behind me, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension in my muscles begin to ease. I walk over to my desk, my eyes scanning the papers and books scattered across it.

My mind is still racing with thoughts of business and power, but for a moment, I let my gaze wander to the one person who's been occupying my thoughts lately. Ayaan.

I sink into my chair, my eyes drifting shut as I allow myself a brief respite from the constant demands of my position.

The silence of my study envelops me, a rare luxury in my chaotic world. And in this moment, I permit myself to wonder what Ayaan is doing, whether he's thinking of me too...

As I sit in my study, I can't help but recall the moment Ayaan slipped from my grasp. It was an accident, but my body betrayed me, reacting in a way I couldn't control.

I try to push the memory away, focusing on the papers and books scattered across my desk. But my mind lingers on Ayaan, wondering what he's doing, if he's thinking of me too...

I press the intercom button, my voice firm and commanding. "Raj, send in the new guy. I want to...ah, discuss something with him."

My secretary's voice crackles through the speaker. "Right away, sir." I could feel his smirking through his voice

I lean back in my chair, my eyes narrowing as I prepare myself for the encounter. I need to focus on business, not let my mind wander to Ayaan again.

The door opens, and a nervous-looking young man enters. I gesture for him to approach, my expression stern. "So, you're the new one. I hear you have skills. Let's see if you're worth my time."

The young man approaches my desk, his eyes darting around the room nervously. I can smell the fear on him, and it only serves to heighten my senses.

"So, what makes you think you have what it takes to work for me?" I ask, my voice firm but measured.

He launches into a rehearsed speech about his qualifications and experience, but I'm not listening. My mind is still on Ayaan, wondering what he's doing at that moment.

I wave my hand, cutting the young man off mid-sentence. "Enough. I don't pay you to talk, I pay you to get things done. You'll do as I say, when I say it. Understand?"

He nods eagerly, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the potential in him, the hunger to prove himself. I'll use that to my advantage.

I took his waist, bent him over the desk with his face on the wooden desk and I pushed his shirt upwards.

His body is slender and skim just like him.

Oh god, why am I thinking about him. I need to focus on the workload bending in front of me.

I unfolded my tie from my neck and wrap it around his neck like a dog collar.

I slides his pants to his knees and then his underwear.

He seems clean and firm.

I took out a lube tube from my drawer and squeezed the tube on his hole, circling my middle finger around the rim of his hole.

He squirmed under my touch, arching his back.

I inserting my middle finger inside him, he let a small moan out.

His body is really the exact proportion of Ayaan body.

Even their hair colour are same.

Fuckkk.

I am getting hard at the sight.

My erection bulge from pants, ready to shot his load.

I inserted my ring finger too, inside his asshole, he started to moan loudly, screaming the whole room down.

Even the study room's door is slightly open, if anyone would cross the halway.

They would be able to hear his sinful voices.

The session ended quite soon with his fluid staining my floor.

Soon I took out my cock from my pants and gave it some stroke from bottom to tip aligning myself infront of his hole. Circling my tip on the rim of his hole.

He starts to hussing and making a 'O' from his mouth.

I inserted my wiener in his tight, little rear. He screamed top of at his lungs.

I fasten my pace inside him leading to him moaning and screaming loudly.

Suddenly the door of my office burts open.

There he is ,Ayaan Mukherjee.

The sole reason I have to do this in my office.

His face looked furious and disgusted at the same point.

He looks like if he will kill us both with his powerful stare.

But that's not what catches my attention. It's the way his eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of me fucking a random guy on my study desk, my arm casually slung over the tie i tied on the boys neck. Ayaan's eyes flash with a hint of jealousy, and I can't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction.

That boy, oblivious to the tension, keeps his ass wiggling upon my cock, but I'm focused on Ayaan. I can see the possessiveness in his eyes, the desire to claim me as his own.

He turned his shoes and left the room in anger. I smile, knowing I've got him right where I want him.

And with that, I turn back to that new boy, asking him to leave the room.

"But you haven't even cum once?"

He said nervously.

"Get out!" I said sternly.

He left the room in a hurry.

I sat on my chair looking at the ceiling.

I know that my sister's child doesn't belongs to ayaan?

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~ your problematic author

~to be continued