This story is part of Project Cheaters (2020)
Trigger warning for future chapters: BDSM, violence, cheating, seduction, turning gay, trauma, PTSD. However, the first four chapters are quite mild, mainly concentrated on story development and self-exploration.
All characters are 18+
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MATT

I came home in such a good mood that Natasha frowned suspiciously the minute I walked into our living room. Well. My living room, but she has lived here for over two years, so her touch could be now seen all over the house.

"You seem happy."

"I am happy," I said as I leaned to her for a kiss.

"What happened?"

"I figured it out!"

"What have you figured out?" she started to seem impatient.

"I hired a new assistant. One, you will not make quit." I beamed with confidence, and her face froze in anger. 

Her growing concern was palpable. Still, I was in such a good mood that I didn't care. I could feel the workload from my shoulders lightening. If Dora believes he can take her on, I have high hopes! Plus, he is a man. What can she tell a guy to make him leave? Even though he is beautiful and gay.

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"What kind of slut have you hired this time?"

"Competent one," I said, ignoring the slut part on purpose. I didn't feel like fighting today. Today I was celebrating! I came over to her and embraced her, leaning for her lips, but of course she put her hand on my lips, obviously still not finished… Damn.

"How can you be sure she is competent from one interview?"

I kissed her palm and all the fingers on her hand before kissing her cheek, slowly moving to her neck.

"It wasn't much of an interview, more like a meeting where we discussed what needs to be done." 

I returned to the memory of Thomas's poised posture sitting in the chair with a confident look. He was professional by all means. It was precisely what I needed right now. I just have to find someone for official meetings.

"Was it?" 

She left my arms and sat on the cushion with hands and legs crossed in front of her. She reminded me of Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, except her hair and eyes are brown. But I always preferred brunettes. Because I knew her, I was sure there was a very slight chance she was wearing any underwear under that skirt, and I sat on the carpet in front of her.

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"Looks like someone is going to sleep on the couch tonight," she stated matter-of-factly.

This worsened my mood a little. I am by no means a pushover, and her ways of kicking me out of bed when she gets mad, are one of those things that I seriously despised in our relationship. I decided I had to stop teasing her if I wanted to keep even a sliver of my chances with her today. Damn, I was enjoying her worried look.

"Don't rush your decisions, woman. I hired a man."

She looked confused. "What?"

"Man. Dora recommended me her mentor from a job she had before she came to work for me."

"You, of all people, hired a man?"

"Yes, it's only part-time, as he is running his own business. But he will be there from four to eight. Of course, I still have to hire someone for regular work hours, but this will help tremendously in the meantime."

"So you will be there alone after everyone leaves."

"Are you seriously going to be jealous of a man now?"

"I suppose I could trust you with a man."

"This is getting more ridiculous every time. You have to let me hire someone. I will get crazy if I have to spend one more month without an assistant!"

"I already told you, Matthew, you could have the whole package right here," she spread her legs in a welcoming gesture. Damn, was I right about her not wearing any undies! I leaned close and touched her knees, caressing her smooth calves.

I knew then and there that I had a choice to make. We had this 'discussion' way too many times. It was taxing. Either I will be honest and again sleep on this couch by myself with blue balls or try and steer the topic somewhere else.

"I know honey, but how about we celebrate this small success and deal with rest another time?" I leaned closer to her legs and took her calf into my hands. I kissed her toes and bit the arch of her foot slightly. She put her thumb in my mouth, and I sucked on it with pleasure.

"You could have this every day while you work, Matthew," she said seductively, knowing me well. I leaned closer to her and traveled up her legs with kisses.

"If you were there, I wouldn't be able to work, dear," I kissed her thigh and raised her skirt slightly, reaching for her perfect hips and butt.

"I would give you plenty of time for that when I'd go shopping."

I arched my eyebrow. "When would you work then?"

"All you need is a pretty face with you on your meetings. Then, I would be perfect."

"It's not all I need, honey." I was kissing her inner thigh now, but this conversation was getting really annoying.

"I know what you need, Matthew," Natasha put her second foot on my crotch, massaging it slowly into the full mast.

"Let's talk about something else, Natasha," I was about to dive into that sweet pussy when she took my head and raised it away from it. I growled with disappointment.

"Why? I want to work under you," she kissed my lips, and I embraced her body.

We made out for a while. Natasha then laid me on the couch and sat on top of me. I was hard and ready to rip those clothes off her when she stopped and looked at me seductively.

"Make me your assistant, Matthew."

"Take off that top, Natasha."

She playfully raised it below her firm breast and smiled, holding it there. "You can see it all, baby. Just tell me what I want to hear."

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I signed. She was really ruining this for me. Firstly I saw now that there was no way she was letting this go. Secondly, I knew that if I promised her something like that, even in the heat of the moment, she would never let me off the hook. There wouldn't be any way for me to back up. It was the same with her moving in and engagement. Thirdly my work was too precious to me to let her ruin it, and no sex was sufficient reward.

"Natasha, I don't want to work with you. We already talked about it many times."

"Yes, I know, but I told you I wouldn't mind seeing you so much, and I wouldn't be there all the time. You would have the breathing space you need. I still would go out with friends, to the gym, shop, or to the salon. Don't worry. We won't be like the pairs which are always together."

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Is she seriously not seeing what I was avoiding telling her all this time?

"But I don't need you to be there and look pretty. I need someone who would actually work."

"I would work, of course."

I had had enough. I sat and made Natasha sit next to me.

"What amount of time do you think you would spend working?"

"Define working," she tried to seduce me again, but that was ruined now.

"Aside from sleeping with me during work hours and going to meetings with me."

"I would make your coffee just the way you like it?" Her sweet tone was now more annoying than arousing.

"Do you even know how I like my coffee?"

She blinked in surprise, probably realizing she never saw me drink one. I don't blame her. I wake up and leave long before she gets out of bed, and I come home long after I drink the last one at 2 o'clock. But still.

"Well, I could learn."

"Sure, coffee is nice. What next?"

"I would pick up the phone and schedule your calendar. Then, I could ask Dora to teach me all the rest."

"Natasha, Dora worked from 8 am to 6 pm every day. If there were important issues to be dealt with, she was there till 9 or even 11 pm. Dora wasn't shopping, going out with friends, or to the gym. And there were just so many calls she needed to pick up and coffees to make. The rest of her day was hard work."

"You keep talking about her as if you love her. She is lesbian. Stop it already."

I just put my face into my palm in disbelief.

"Not this again! I love Dora as a person and as a friend. I never had any sexual feelings towards her, as I told you so many times, woman! I respect her because my work life would be a mess without her, and that is not something she can teach you in those few minutes you would decide to spend in the office. Especially now with her baby on the way."

Natasha seemed hurt. She sulked a had been silent for a heavy moment. I knew she was aware I hated it, and this would often work. But this one was too important for me. I cannot imagine loving my work if she was part of it. No matter how much I like Natasha.

"So you think I wouldn't be a good personal assistant."

"Is that not evident yet, Natasha? I've been telling you that for weeks now! I was trying to be nice about it."

She looked menacing. If I weren't mad, I'd probably be scared of her.

"Fine!" She stood up and left.

"I suppose I am sleeping here tonight," I said to her, leaning back.

She looked at me like at a slimy bug on the road and went away.

Great… And this day could be so good.

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I went into the laundry room and picked up fresh linen to make the couch. I was considering buying another bed in the gaming room at this point. This was really annoying.

I went into the shower, thinking I should have just been quiet and enjoyed her body. I washed and started stroking my still semi-hard cock, thinking about her smooth legs and firm butt. As I imagined her moaning, Thomas's stern face popped into my head for some reason. My cock twitched in my hand, and I watched him sitting in that chair in front of me. Looking at me jerking my dick with that stern professional look, and I felt enthralled by that intense masculine beauty. I remembered the vein on his neck, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to lick it. I imagined as ropes of cum sprayed on the shower tiles in front of me.

Damn… I have to be pent up!

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The next day was crazy, and I didn't have time to think about that beautiful help that would come in a few hours. So when he knocked, it took me a couple of moments to notice the sound. Then, I came over and took his hand in a handshake.

"I am sorry, I totally forgot. It's crazy today; we are launching a new app soon, and many things still refuse to function properly." I said that more to myself than to him as I walked to my desk.

"Right, I just came from HR. I signed the contract and got my entry card."

"Damn, I forgot to tell them I am so sorry."

"No worries, Dora took care of that. She was assuming you won't have time for that. I am pretty caught up, so I won't have to bother you much."

"That's amazing, thank you, you are already more competent than most if you managed that. You can use Dora's desk."

"Sure. But I already went into IT, and no one was there, so I will probably come tomorrow."

"Yeah, I came today to work and found out they have been working for the second time the whole night for one pitch we have. I told them I appreciated it, but they will need to leave latest at noon to rest. I, of course, told them I would pay that overtime. But no one can work constantly, and they have been at it since the previous Tuesday and spend most evenings here. So they won't be here until Monday."

"Ow.. haven't you said that you have lots of work as you are launching that app?"

"Yes, but that doesn't give me the right to ask them to work Monday through Sunday without a break, and they are workaholics, so if I didn't make them leave, they would burn out sooner or later. In this company, there is always something to bust your ass on." I smiled calmly.

"Right." I couldn't read his expression, but the slight smile I detected gave me a nice chill.

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"So I won't have a computer until Monday?"

"No way, come with me." I went out and took the keys from the IT department. There I found one for storage and looked inside at newly bought laptops. Given that he will mainly be dealing with people, emails, and calendars, I decided that to give him a workstation is a bit excessive.

I took one I deemed suitable for him and started it.

I then logged onto one computer from IT and created his account. I gave him access rights and did everything he would probably need. Then I left a note for Tim about me doing that and to contact me about it Monday. Thomas just sat there and watched me work with something I decoded as admiration. I liked that look. I smiled for myself.

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"You are good at this."

"Yeah, when we started this company, it was five of us, and I was the whole IT department." I smiled nostalgically. "I have to say it was fun back then."

He smiled at me, and my lips curled even higher. We just looked at each other, smiling. He really is pretty, I thought. Is that wrong? To say about a man that he is pretty? I should say handsome, but for some reason, I found him beautiful in a manly way, and handsome just hasn't done its justice…

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We looked into our eyes probably longer than usual. Thomas then turned away and blinked slightly, and to be absolutely honest; he seemed like he was blushing a little. I handed him his laptop and we went up.

It took me a little while to start again, but the workload was compelling.

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It was already half past nine when I decided it was time to go. I was exhausted; I had been here since 8 am. I stretched my back when I realized Thomas never came to say he was leaving.

Perplexed, I opened the door and watched the mesmerizing movement of his fingers, writing something in a dark brown leather notebook. His long sleek fingers danced with the pen, and I don't know why but I couldn't help but look further at his muscled arms. He has pulled the sleeves of his button-down shirt up just below the elbows. Now, I could see more of the shape of his arms without the suit jacket on. Thomas had nicely defined biceps and there were a few really attractive veins traveling down his forearm. From this angle, his jaw looked even more pronounced. I never thought about checking out anyone's nape and neck, but he gained my attention.

Why are those bulging veins so hot?

I never noticed that on other people before. He looked up, and it took me a few moments to realize that he was watching me checking him out.

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I got nervous and tried to come up with a good reason.

"I didn't want to disturb you. I should finish today. You didn't have to stay this late."

"There's a lot to do, and I got kind of stuck, to be honest."

"Right. I am sorry I made quite a mess of things."

He chuckled. "A little, but we can work it out, don't worry."

"I am sorry, but I need to turn on the alarm, so I kind of need you to go also. Would it be ok if you finished that tomorrow?"

He looked at his screen and into his notes.

"Would it be okay if you'd give me 10 minutes to finish things?"

"Sure. I will wait in my office."

"Thank you."

I left to gather my things and sat in the chair to read some news on my phone. Soon Thomas knocked on my door and came into my office.

"Thanks, I am ready." I heard behind me and turned around. His eyes found mine with some delay as if he was looking at another part of my body.

Was I imagining it, or was he checking me out? Why do I even think about something like that?

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We left the office. I turned on the alarm and guided Thomas into the elevator and the garage. We spent the way in casual small talk. I asked where he was parking, and he smiled, telling me he would take a cab.

"No way. I will drive you."

"You are nice, but it's not necessary."

"I insist. Come." Why have I insisted? When was the last time I drove someone home?

He smiled and followed me. I saw my car and turned around to tell him we are here, but I got quiet as I realized he was looking with a small smile at my butt. I felt a weird hint of confusion but also some kind of satisfaction, or was it pride?

He realized I had seen him and got a bit startled, but we both tried to act normal.

"This one's mine. Come."

"Nice car."

"Thank you, I don't really care about them, but Natasha insisted that I cannot drive her in my old Toyota."

He smirked and arched his eyebrows. To which I just shrugged my shoulders. "It gets me from A to B. But with this, I can at least think I am doing something for the environment and helping with the space program."

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We grinned at each other as we sat in.

"Put your address into the navigation, please."

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I drove him home. We had a friendly chat that seemed a bit forced, but it was ok. When we got to his house, he turned to me and thanked me before stepping out.

"Sure, have a good night." We both smiled as we left.

I may have checked him out as he was striding to his door.

Just a little.

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>> Chapter 3 – I never believed in this "tension" between protagonists

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