CHAPTER 211: CHOATIC WORKDAY.

Tenderly, Augustine laid Charles on the bed and pulled the blanket up to his neck, making sure his body was fully shielded from the cold.

Afterward, Augustine made his way to the bathroom, took a quick shower, then stepped into his walk-in closet.

He dressed in a pair of tailored brown suit trousers, a matching blazer, and a fitted black long-sleeve shirt beneath.

Grabbing his briefcase and slipping his phone into his pocket, Augustine returned to the bed and sat down beside the sleeping beauty.

"Baby boy, I need to get going," Augustine whispered, rubbing gentle circles on Charles’s back.

"Mmm?" Charles murmured, his lashes fluttering open as he adjusted to the morning light.

Once his eyes fully opened, he frowned. "Why did you get dressed without me?" Charles questioned, his voice husky with sleep.

Augustine let out a soft chuckle. "I’ve been trying to wake you for a while now."

"Oh," Charles purred. "I wanted to shower with you..." he added, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck.

Sliding off the bed, the blanket used in covering Charles fell to the floor, revealing his naked body.

He stretched and yawned, then glanced at Augustine. "Wait for me. I need a quick shower."

Without waiting for a reply, Charles rushed toward the bathroom, moving carefully because of the lingering soreness between his thighs and likewise his asshole.

Before Augustine could say a word, Charles had already shut the bathroom door behind him.

The sound of the shower soon filled the room, water cascading over Charles’s body.

"Not again..." Augustine groaned, running a hand through his hair.

He could never seem to control himself whenever he heard the water running with Charles inside.

"Ugh," Augustine muttered, stepping out to the hallway, standing by the staircase while trying to calm himself, quietly waiting for Charles to finish talking his bath.

After some minutes had successfully passed by, Augustine made his way back inside the bedroom.

"Hey," Charles purred, waving his hands at Augustine as he took some clothes out of the wardrobe and tossed the clothes onto the bed, water still glistening on his skin.

"Pookie," Augustine called out, using Charles’s pet name as he closed the distance between them.

Charles had a white towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his neck, water dripping from his hair onto the fabric.

"Don’t you feel sore? You’ve got every right to skip work today. I’ll give a reasonable excuse to your coworkers."

Charles shook his head as he shut the bathroom door, then turned to meet Augustine’s gaze.

"I can’t keep skipping work, babe. If everyone acted like me, no one would show up after a night of sex with their partner."

Augustine sighed and nodded. Charles had a point.

"But you don’t have to compare yourself to the others," Augustine said. "You’re dating the CEO of the company you work at so you have many privileges."

Charles couldn’t help himself but to scoff at the statement of Augustine. He slipped his arms around Augustine’s waist, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Charles intensely stared deep into Augustine’s eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally let out a loud breath before proceeding to speak up.

"I’m only going to accept boyfriend privileges at work when you come out of the closet that you are gay. Besides, accepting special treatment while no one knows we’re dating feels wrong—it just doesn’t sit right with me."

"H-huh?" Augustine stammered, fluttering his eyelashes as he tried to process Charles’s words.

"You heard me, babe. Show me off to the public, when everyone becomes award of your sexuality, and maybe I’ll consider skipping work by that time."

Augustine sighed. He wanted to argue, to explain why skipping work wouldn’t raise suspicion, but he kept quiet.

Charles always won their arguments, so Augustine knew trying to change his mind was pointless.

"I need to get dressed. We’re already late, and we would be more later if we keep standing here admiring each other."

Augustine chuckled but nodded in agreement as he took a step back.

Charles let go of Augustine’s waist and made his way to the bed, where he grabbed a purple boxer brief.

Charles didn’t care about Augustine’s presence as he allowed the towel wrapped around his waist to loosely fall onto the cold bedroom tiles.

Swiftly, he picked up the towel, put on the boxers, and then dressed himself in a pair of blue shorts and a white T-shirt.

Charles grabbed his backpack and turned to meet Augustine’s gaze.

"Let’s go," Charles purred, his voice sounding delighted.

"Umm, are you feeling sore?" Augustine asked, his eyes roaming over Charles’s body with concern.

Charles nodded. "I won’t lie, I feel sore when I walk," he whispered. "But my body will be back to normal by afternoon."

Augustine’s shoulders dropped in exhaustion as he sighed. "I’m sorry for putting you through so much pain."

"Pain?" Charles scoffed, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "I enjoyed every moment of yesterday—you didn’t put me in any pain, babe."

Augustine’s lips curved into a brief smile; Charles’s words were reassuring and it seems to have uplifted a weight on his shoulder.

Augustine grabbed Charles’s right wrist and winked. "Let’s go," Augustine whispered playfully, leading the way.

They stepped out of the bedroom and headed straight to the kitchen, where Charles grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge as he swiftly began to drink it content.

"Pookie, since we’re already late, how about we just eat dinner? That way, we can regain some strength after last night activities."

Charles cheeks instantly turned a crimson shed of red as he scoffed, gulping down the entire bottle of water without a word.

After tossing the empty bottle into the trash, Charles let out a heavy breath. "I can’t afford to be any later than I already am," he said, then without waiting for Augustine to respond, he strode toward the exit door of the sitting room.

Augustine followed silently, unable to justify why he wanted them to eat first. Besides, if Charles said no, it was final.

Augustine closed the sitting room door behind them as Charles made his way to the garage and once more, Augustine followed from behind.

"So, what car will you take?" Charles asked, raising a brow.

"Let’s go with the usual."

Augustine’s usual was his sleek black Ford. He opened the door for Charles, then slid into the driver’s seat, firing up the engine and after that, he drove smoothly out of the mansion compound.

All the way to Gyapm Corporation, Augustine and Charles both teased and chatted effortlessly, wrapped in a bubble of bliss.

"Hey, stop here," Charles suddenly blurted out, noticing they were just a few blocks from the company building.

Augustine arched his brows in confusion. "You want me to stop here? Is it because you don’t want anyone to see you getting out of my car?" Augustine asked, eyes on the road.

Charles nodded. "I have to be careful in public. Besides, we both need to come out of the closet before it gets late. If we’re seen together by your employees, they will start speculating."

"Pookie, no one would think like that," Augustine assured him. "Since no one knows I’m gay, they won’t jump to conclusions when you’re with me."

Charles exhaled, grabbing his school bag and adjusting his medicated glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. "It’s better to be cautious." He stared out the window, his voice low and steady. "Besides, no employee has ever seen you dropping off any worker while resuming work. You are cold to everyone so they would begin to question themselves what I did to be able to get in your good side."

Augustine sighed, pulled over to the side of the road, and looked at Charles with a frown. "Pookie, would it be wrong if I came down from the car to help you open the car door from the other side?"

Charles smiled warmly. Augustine’s concern always melted his heart.

Turning to face his lover, Charles reached out and placed his palm gently on Augustine’s cheek. "I know I seem tough and cold sometimes, but I love you, babe. I’m just trying to be careful so nothing messes things up for either of us."

Charles paused, biting his upper lip and fluttering his eyelashes softly. "I hate that I can’t even show you off to the whole world," he whispered, frowning.

Slowly, Charles withdrew his hand, opened the car door, and stepped out.

"Have a good day at work, babe," Charles purred, waving as Augustine gave him a warm smile.

The door shut with a loud thud, and Charles began to jog toward the company building.

Augustine let out another heavy sigh. "How can I come out to the world that I’m gay without ruining Charles life?" Augustine wondered aloud, starting the engine and driving toward his office.

As Augustine pulled over at the front of his company building, he handed his keys to a security guard who drove the car to the garage, while Augustine headed inside and straight to his office.

Upon opening his office door, he was welcomed with the burning gaze of...