Eric woke up tired and embarrassed. He directed his gaze to his underwear just to confirm what was causing him so much embarrassment. He had had a wet dream. And not only that, the protagonist of his dream was none other than Mark Kennedy, a man whose face he only knew from photos. “Damn it, Eric. What the hell is wrong with you?” he said scolding himself as he got out of bed and removed his semen-stained underwear walking to the bathroom. But that was not the worst. As if things couldn't get any worse, he had an erection. A fucking morning boner. As he let the hot water stream out of the shower, he took care of that. His shame was even greater when he realized that just thinking about that dream could calm his erection. Just thinking about Mark Kennedy hugging him from behind and thrusting his penis inside his ass could he climax.
He felt pathetic. He masturbated thinking of a man he would barely meet that day. How can he look at him now? How will he be able to work normally? His bad luck was hilarious.
He left his house a little calmer. He couldn't torture himself for his unconscious act. Yes, is not that he wanted to have dreamed that. Or at least he was trying to convince himself of that. I only masturbated using the resources I had on hand, nothing more. Mark Kennedy was just unlucky enough to cross my mind. Just as he was, it could have been another man, he thought.
The hustle and bustle of the city and the collective despair of the magazine's staff upon reaching the place where the photoshoot would take place, served as a distraction. He even took in a good way the bad mood of the editor-in-chief's secretary.
“Listen to me well, Eric. This is your first chance but it can also be your last. This opportunity is critical if you want to continue to be assigned big jobs like this. So don't screw it up, the man you're taking photos of is an important personality, a dominant alpha.”
The secretary was too nervous to take his words with fear, although that did not mean that they were not truthful. He nodded at his words as he checked that the lighting was in order, suppressing a sigh at his last words. In one night of investigation, he realized that Mark Kennedy hated being singled out for being a high-ranking alpha rather than a journalist. Realizing that made him feel momentarily superior, as if he were the only one who truly knew him. Although of course, that was impossible. Still, a smile appeared on his face, as if that little fantasy was enough for him.
the secretary went to vent his nervousness to other staff members until he was notified that Mark Kennedy had arrived. Eric was suddenly nervous. He tried to act calm, checking the lighting again and even supervising the wardrobe and makeup staff. The secretary returned, even more nervous than ever but this time genuinely hiding it with all his might. When he heard him say his name, Eric flinched and adjusted his glasses.
“He is here. Come, don't just stand there.”
Eric followed him, feeling a bit shy. Recently he felt confident, as if he knew that alpha well, but seeing him in person, it felt as if his lie had been exposed.
The secretary introduced him to Mark. And Eric, with a shyness that almost buried him alive, greeted.
“Uhm, nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy. It’s an honor to be the photographer who will portray you for the cover of the magazine.”
Eric's voice sounded somewhat shaky and he could only feel the secretary's displeased look. However, Mark greeted back with a warm voice.
“How about you just call me Mark? You don't have to feel nervous, I'm just a journalist, not a famous actor or singer. Besides, that you call me sir makes me feel old.”
Clearly Mark was joking to calm the mood, but the pressing look of the secretary and Eric's nerves were playing tricks on him and he took it as a scolding.
“Sorry, Mr. Kennedy, uh... I mean, Mark.”
The secretary sighed heavily at Eric's awkward words and said, “I am so sorry for Eric's unprofessional behavior. Like I told you, this is his first time working on something so big. If you don't like it, I can get another photographer right away.”
Eric was terrified. If Mark wants it, he can be left out. He can lose the opportunity to get to know him better and above all he can lose a great professional opportunity as a photographer. He knew the secretary could be a bit cruel at times due to his great position, but he didn't expect he would be able to kick him out just because he was nervous.
“Is it necessary to go so far for a little shyness? If we are talking about unprofessional behavior, maybe you should be the one to judge, don't you think? Or do you think I don't realize you are looking at him in a way that can easily be defined as psychological pressure?”
When exposed, the secretary blushed offended. Mark had a soft, smiling expression, but his voice was hard and forceful. Eric knew the secretary was angry at Mark's harsh words, but as always, he hid it well.
“Oh, I think you're getting it wrong, Mark…”
“I remember that I have only authorized Mr. Marshall to call me by my name,” he interrupted, in the same harsh voice from the beginning. “I understand that in a photoshoot, the photographer rules. What is your role here?”
“Eh... supervise that everything is done correctly.”
“Then supervise, but don't interfere with the work of others.”
If Mark were not a special guest, it was more than obvious that the secretary would refute with all his anger and even curse. But, holding back until he almost exploded, he nodded and withdrew.
Eric panicked now that it was just the two of them. Will he also be angry with him? But soon Mark cleared up his doubts.
“You can be calm now. Something that I don’t tolerate besides the superior behavior of alphas, is the abuse of power. You can trust me.”
“Yes, Mr. Kennedy.”
Mark laughed. “God, just Mark. Alright?”
Mark's laugh made his face look more handsome and Eric blushed at it, looking down trying not to let Mark notice.
“Alright. Mark then... But please you also call me just by my name, just Eric.”
Eric didn't know if such audacity was okay, but Mark's smile, even more radiant than before, reassured him.
“Of course, Eric. So... I'm in your hands. I have faith that you will do an exceptional job. Shall we start?”
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