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"Lizzy! I'll be late for work! "

Timothy tried his best to smoothly dodge Elizabeth's advances , he gently kissed her and pretended he was upset he couldn't sleep with her when fact was he was more than happy to go to the job he hated so much rather than satisfying his wife's sexual needs. Lizzy pouted and reluctantly covered herself with the blanket, Timothy watched his wife head back to the bed as he closed the button of his pants and made sure he looked decent.

"You don't have time for me anymore " she said bitterly. She had a point of course, Timothy knew he was neglecting her but now was definitely not the time to make up for that.

" Lizzy darling, you know I have work on my head, I can't just drop everything. Where do you think the money comes from?" He couldn't recall the number of times he said that to her.

" I know ," she sighed " by the way I'm going to do some shopping with Ali today so I probably won't be home when you'll be back and my credit card needs to be renewed babe okay?" And just like that her mood brightened, Timothy couldn't help but chuckle, when it came to his money being spent by her she was committed soul and body to make sure her cash supply was steadily flowing. He only nodded at her and left hearing her yell a ' good day Tim!' behind him, he flinched at the short name.

Timothy worked as big lawsuits attorney, representing mostly major corporations and the likes.

To say he didn't like the job would be an understatement - he despised it. The money was good but it was boring and required iron nerves and efforts to deal with some of the cases.

He was good at what he did though, breaking the office record for winning cases, he was soon to be promoted but he could care less about that.

One thing he did like about the job was the work hours that were pretty convenient most of the time aside for a few meetings in his schedule, that allowed him free time which he used for the sake of his dirty secret habit. Adding the fact the law firm belonged to his father helped the situation , but it only heaved on him the responsibility of representing and standing up to the name of Jacobs.

At the age of 27 any man would be jealous of him and his so called achievements, a gorgeous wife, big house and more than decent job that paid him nicely, However he wasn't happy nor satisfied with his life. He didn't want a wife , he didn't want to be married and he certainly didn't want to work under his father's authority at a job that made him sigh more than once per a day.

Timothy lived a life that made him feel dead inside , all for the sake of his parents, the only times he felt alive were on his little secret escapades with men.

"Good morning! "

Kristen the receptionist greeted him with a tooth full smile, batting her eyelashes his way.

For some reason the fact he was a married man didn't interrupt her plan to conquer him and raise her status, it was admirable though considering he flatly rejected her so many times.

Well it was definitely a morning, a good one? Timothy held doubts.

He entered the elevator pressing the button for the fifth floor, it was recently that he was given this floor as his base, a gift from his father for his achievements, his dad thought his son needed a floor of his own in this extravagant building that formed Jacobs' firm , Timothy could only smile and nod in appreciation while he could care less. In this floor he was in charge of five lawyers, two of them interns.

"Morning Alicia "

he greeted his secretary once he reached his floor and stepped out of the elevator, "Morning boss!"

She grinned and he sighed, she always called him boss even though he explained here on numerous opportunities that he didn't like that.it was hopeless.

He greeted the rest of his people and entered his office, ready to dig into work. He had as usual lots to do and little time but he was determined to finish it all so he can leave work at reasonable and convenient hours. Going through his computer, he built his own schedule for the day and on which cases he should work.

He put on top the more pressing issues that were to deal with immediately, after that he would go over the upcoming trials and their arguments, he'd make sure everyone were prepared. He had absolute trust in his team, they were capable and never failed to deliver. Timothy's office telephone ringed and he answered.

"Yes Alicia? "

He questioned.

" Your father wants you to go up on your lunch break" she informed him and he only hummed his approval, knowing that words would give out his irritation .

What could his father possibly want from him now? He was handling his cases more than well so it probably wasn't a scolding but with his strict father he could never know. He loved his father so much but it was ironic that his dad was the number one source to his problems in life.

When lunchtime came Timothy dropped his work and took the elevator up to the sixth and last floor , he politely greeted his father's secretary even though he hated her and then he knocked on the wooden large door and stepped in.

"Tim!nice seeing you son, I don't get to see you lately! "

Timothy groaned, he hated to be called Tim.

"Dad it's Timothy " and of course his father ignored him.

"How's Elizabeth? "Timothy sighed and sat on one of the two sofas that were there separated by a glass coffee table.

"Lizzy is fine, we're doing great" he said without elaborating, sadly he had nothing more to say about his wife.

"That's good, she's such a sweet and kind woman! Melissa and I are so happy you two met each other, I told you you can be cured of that disease you had, didn't I? Now we only expect grandsons! "

Timothy clenched his jaw and willed himself to calm down, he didn't want to fight with his father , as long as his father was happy and well he should shut it and suffer even for a bit, arguing would only lead to his dad stressing and that was something he didn't want. His father's health was poor.

"What did you call me here for?" Timothy asked through gritted teeth, hoping it didn't came out too sharp. His dad came to sit next to him, his face turned serious.

"There is a chance, it's not a closed deal yet but I still think the odds are in our favour. I worked hard for this for a while now and it finally paid off, even though the details aren't determined yet--" "What is it?" Timothy cut his father, tired already. "Carmichael " was the one word his father said. Timothy took it in and blinked surprised. "You mean..." his father nodded with a sly grin. "The Carmichael? " Timothy asked to be sure. It couldn't be, could it? "Yes. The Carmichael! I succeeded in convincing them to have a meeting with us!" His father laughed madly and even Timothy let out a broad smile.

'Carmichael enterprises' was the biggest player in the economics market, rolling unimaginable sums of money each year and known all over the world. Representing them was every firm's dream!

"What...How? Dad this is great! Good job!" His father grinned " Thanks, but it's not a closed end yet, only the meeting will determine that and that's where you get in, I want you to be our representative! " .Timothy gaped "What? I can't. " he panicked. "Of course you can! The meeting is in a month, you have enough time to prepare for it! Johnson and Collins would also be there to help you. I trust you with this one son, there's no other man more capable to this job than you." Timothy swallowed , he didn't want to be the capable man for this job. He was so screwed.

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Timothy went through his contacts list the minute he stepped out of the building, he had no power to deal with the search after a fuck with the hope it would be a decent one.

He needed a mind blowing sex as soon as possible and for that there were exactly four people in his phone that could fit.

He called them the chosen ones, those were men he decided he wanted to keep hooking up with, that was rare of him considering he kept it at one night stand mostly.

However some men made him crave more than just one night. He contemplated which one to choose and settled on the one he thought would be likely free at those hours.

'I need a good fuck' he texted subtly and got in his car.

A few minutes later his phone buzzed, the answer that displayed on the screen couldn't be more satisfying. Timothy made his way to Harvey. He needed to blow off some steam, his father's announcement kept him on edge all day. He needed a stress reliever and what could be more good as stress reliever than sex?

Timothy parked infront of Harvey's loft and climbed his way to the artist's place, he didn't have to knock the door was always open, not once did he scold Harvey for that but the man only mumbled some excuse about welcoming any stranger plus the fact he held a gun in some place.

Timothy left it at that,pressing on that matter would bring nothing, Harvey was a free spirit of some sort according to his words, it was ...unclear but as long as the sex was first rate he could care less.

"Harvey!"

Timothy called as he stepped in to the mess of apartment, paintings were all over the place, on the walls or leaning on them, unfinished ones laid on the floor waiting for their creator to bring them to their own unique perfection and completion.

This mess held some calming sensation, the colorful abstract masterpieces could fit any mood. Harvey made good money selling them .

Timothy sighed and released the tight necktie, at the same moment a pair of hands embraced him from behind and the familiar intoxicating scent of Harvey filled his nostrils.

"You came just in time" the man behind him whispered and grinded onto him, Timothy's eyes widened before a smirk played on his lips. Harvey was butt naked.

"I wonder what would you do if someone stepped in..." Timothy muttered and turned to peck that gorgeous man. At the age of 32 ,he looked a bit older but it only made him more attractive, with his chestnut messy bed hair look ,honey brown eyes, light beard that he refused to cut and lean muscled body . Timothy for a change didn't meet him in a shady club or bar of some sort, they actually met when he was looking to buy paintings to decorate his house and it was fuck at first sight as Harvey liked to joke.

"It would make it kinky don't you think?I'm sure that person would appreciate the sight of me fucking you " Harvey chuckled and kissed Timothy back, he deepened the kiss and playfully sucked on Timothy's tongue earning him with a satisfied moan.

Timothy however needed much more than that and he needed it now. He bit on Harvey's lower lip and licked it before he moved his lips to attack the man's neck in hunger.

He then grabbed Harvey's already hard member and started to stroke it,the man he pleasured groaned.

"Guess we're not taking it slow today " Harvey said while panting.

"Correct" Timothy muttered and dropped to his knees.

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"Leaving already? "

Harvey asked as Timothy got dressed, more relaxed than the stress ball he was two hours ago.

"Ah! The wife! Forgot about that, that woman is lucky " Timothy grimaced, he hated when his hook ups mentioned his wife, he tried his best to hide the fact he was married by taking off his ring when time called but some were more clever than others and exposed that fact.

Harvey knew for his dismay, that's why he kept the ring on with him. "Yeah I need to get home, thanks for the good time" he said while making sure he looked decent in the mirror. "Anytime for you! " Harvey smiled " hope whatever is bothering you will be solved " Timothy paused before mumbling a thanks and leaving. When he got home the house fortunately was empty, he cooked himself a light dinner, took a shower and went to sleep knowing that tomorrow his problems in life would still be.