The Perfect Holiday: A Bad Boy New Year Romance

by Mia Ford

  “I know that you’re young and him and I both were as well, once upon a time. I don’t expect you to spend your life at the office. I want you to live your life. I just don’t want to sell his hard work, not yet.” She shook her head and looked back out of the window. “I never thought this would happen so soon.”

  We drank our coffee and sat together in silence for a while, looking over the buildings.

  CHAPTER 4

  Brent

  I woke up to the alarm Monday morning, rolling over as I sighed. I had to pull out my suit and go into the office to learn the ropes today. I’d been there as a kid and seen some of the operations, but it was mine now, as well as Brandon’s. I knew that we’d both been out this weekend, drinking and working the stress out of our systems but I felt guilty every moment. I knew that I needed to take care of Mom and Ashley, since our family happened to be small. There were a lot of friends and business partners offering help, making me feel the wonder of how many lives Dad had touched. I heard the alarm blaring through the room again and pushed the button to shut it off as I ran my hands through my hair.

  Once I was showered and partly dressed, I walked downstairs with my tie and jacket to get some coffee. Brandon was already there and we exchanged a long look as he poured me a cup. He was dressed in similar black pants and a crisp white shirt and I sipped the hot liquid gratefully. “Ready for this?” His voice was gruff from sleep and I nodded as Mom walked into the room, admiring us both as she gave us each a tight hug.

  “You boys look so handsome. Just like your father,” she sniffled a bit with those words, making slow work of preparing her coffee as we allowed her some privacy. “I think you’ll love everyone there. They are kind and welcoming because Dad wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  We talked for a bit, eating some toast before we got into the Range Rover to head over to the office. M&P stood for Moyen and Parker, the last names of my father and his best friend. They started the company together, but eventually Jim moved onto something different. I looked at the tall building as we pulled into the garage, feeling my heart palpitating in my chest.

  We got inside and went to the tenth floor, where the business took up the entire space. We greeted the receptionist, who gave us a sad smile before she directed us to the conference room in the right corner of the floor. I glanced around at all the offices along with Brandon and saw how many employees were busy with work in the generous spaces that offered beautiful views. Dad wanted nothing but the best for working conditions and I could see the expense of it all as I took a close look around.

  The conference room was large and there was already some fruit and pastries on the table. We looked at a man sitting with a folder, who glanced up at us and stood immediately. “The Moyen boys. I have heard so much about you.” He shook our hands and gave us a sympathetic look. “Again, I am so sorry for your loss but we are going to make this as smooth a transition as possible. Your dad ran a tight ship and we are all here to help you keep that aspect of this company. He was also so generous to all of us and the average career here is twelve years and going strong.”

  I looked at Brandon, all too aware that we never worked a job for a couple of weeks much less years. He showed us to the spacious break room that offered all the amenities and we made some fresh coffee in the machine before following him back to the conference room. Brandon and I took seats and watched as the room filled with a total of ten people, all shaking our hands and extending their condolences before we got to business.

  Dad had an impressive staff of three managers that handled the company, all intelligent and business savvy men. They went over the basics with us, assuring us that there would be a more private meeting many times to come. We spoke with a representative from customer service, a manager, who explained that process to us. I already knew that M&P was one of the best shipping companies due to their stellar customer service and now I saw the reasons why. She was professional and comfortable with her position, not to mention gorgeous.

  I noticed many attractive women walking through the offices and I knew that Brandon did as well. I also knew that we needed to keep business and pleasure separate when it came to this building. Dad was obviously a clearly well-respected man and we would never tarnish that image, though some of these people had to read the gossip column.

  We sat with the accountant who kept strict detail of the daily finances of the company as well as meeting with us for the taxes on a quarterly basis. I knew that Dad always told us how easy Mark and his assistants made that for him so he could focus on everything else. That part took a while and afterward, we were excused for lunch with an immediate invitation to join Ted and the other managers.

  Sitting at a table at The Modern, I looked around the bright room as the sunlight poured through the glass of the generous windows. Brandon seemed to relax beside me and I sensed how tense he was during parts of the meeting. He sipped water as we shared a glance, both noticing that there were a lot of stares in our direction. This would be a news story on close to the front pages, making me a little uncomfortable. I thought that I might be able to control some of my impulses but Brandon was the wilder twin. We sipped ice water over cocktails and ate the meals as we talked shop, though the managers were much more comfortable than the two of us. The lunch lasted over an hour and we headed back to the building, noticing a few cameras during the short walk.

  Yes, this was going to be news.

  We spent the rest of the day in my father’s former office, comfortable with sharing the space. Ted and the others came in with us, showing us the software on the computer and the ways that we could monitor every aspect of the business. It was fascinating and I marveled at the work that the IT team set into the system, feeling better that they were always available to us in case something went down. I was surprised to glance up and see the lights going off in the offices as people left, realizing that it was six at night.

  We walked to the car, quiet until we were alone. “That place was a trip,” Brandon said softly as I started the engine. “Did you see all of the pussy in there?” I chuckled, knowing my brother all too well.

  “I did but we have to keep it clean in there, Bran. It’s business and we have to do right by Dad.” I stopped at a light and gave him a firm look. “Shit, with the cameras I almost want to tone it down completely. This is a news story.”

  “Lots of business tycoons make it work with a sketchy lifestyle. Look at Trump. He’s going for the presidency!” Brandon quipped as we both shook our heads. That was mind boggling to us. “We’re just running a shipping business.”

  We got home where Mom heated up some chicken and vegetables, sitting down to enjoy a private family dinner for the first time in a while. She still looked a bit pale but listened to us with a strong smile on her face as we told her every detail. Ashley looked on as she took small bites of food, clearly missing Dad as she leaned back in the chair.

  I offered to take her out to dinner sometime this week, wanting to get into my sister’s head. She was a good girl, not anywhere near as wild as Brandon or I at that age. Ashley agreed with a weak smile, disappearing to do some homework after dinner was over as I sighed and stretched.

  I decided to work out in the home gym before shutting down for the night, putting in two hours before I looked into Brandon’s room to see him grinning as he sent a text to someone. I knew the look, having seen it for the past several years. We looked alike but he was the charmer, adding a few more notches to his bed than I had. He also put more effort into it than I did. “Who is your latest victim?” I asked as I walked into the room, causing him to look up.

  “Her name is Nadia. She’s a bartender at The Sports Corner. I met her the other night,” he replied as I shook my head and walked over to the window. “You work out?”

  “Yeah. You should try it sometime so you can be as hot as I am,” I joked as he gave me a smirk. “I’ll sleep like a good boy before work tomorrow. We’re going to be there a lot, you know. Just like Dad was
.”

  “I know. You can do everything since I’ll be tired from this girl,” he said as I shot him a look. “Shit, I’m kidding. I’ll be a big boy about this.”

  “I hope so,” I said as I left him to his phone and went to shower before bed. I dropped on my pillows and sighed as I wished that I could talk to Dad right now. I missed our talks and I looked out of the window at the bright sky for a long moment.

  CHAPTER 5

  Brandon

  I realized that the days at the office were going to be long early on. I was staying up late, sometimes texting and sometimes seeing a new girl here and there and I noticed my brother’s dark looks a few weeks in as I yawned yet again. “Brandon,” he said in frustration from the computer as I stood by the window. He was such a good boy and kept his recreational activity to a minimum and I felt the looks from my family every day.

  “I’m fucking here, Brent. What do you want from me?” I demanded after I made sure that the office door was closed. It was a private office and I thanked Dad every day for that.

  “Help? There’s a lot to do here even with the staff.” He barked at me, frowning as he read something.

  “Dad had an assistant sometimes, right? His own person to help him, not managers or anyone out there?” I was getting an idea as Brent looked at me. He nodded. “We could do that.”

  “What are you thinking?” Brent asked as he leaned back and ran a hand through his messy hair.

  “There are a lot of gorgeous women here and as much as they flirt, we can’t go there with staff.” He had a good point. Some of the women had gone far in their flirtations, even popping up in here half-naked to try and seduce us. “So, we get an assistant. We look for a hot woman that will assist us with everything.”

  “You think we need a sex slave for this place?” I asked, admitting that my cock twitched at the idea.

  “In part. She could be smart and help with other things, though we’d be less on edge here at the office.” Brandon’s eyes were gleaming as he spoke and I frowned at him. Dad would never do this, but he was a happily married man when he started the business. He had no reason too, since he had a loving wife at home. He still worked hard here and I wondered if we could do the same.

  It also wouldn’t be the first time that we shared a woman. There were a few times that happened, both in high school and afterward. Women like the idea of two hot guys fucking them, and being twins just sweetened the pot. I looked around the spacious office thoughtfully, complete with a sofa and an extra desk that would work for someone, as well as the desk outside of the office. The only windows that we had were looking over the city, with the office being at the end of the building and very private if we closed the door.

  The door also locked.

  “I don’t know, “ I said, even though I missed the nights with the women now that we were working. This was a sudden change for me, though I didn’t vocalize it as much as Brandon.

  “Let’s just do some interviews. Everyone knows how busy we are,” Brandon suggested as I gave him a long look.

  “Fine,” I agreed as he grabbed the spare laptop and typed something in. It was always busy around here and we didn’t always want to bother the rest of the staff, and if we had someone running the office that was well-trained, we could take a bit of time off here and there. It might be a great idea.

  The interviews started the following week and we interviewed a few women as people looked on in the office. The girls were young, close to our age and beautiful since we made sure of that fact before we went ahead with a meeting. We ended up hiring a beautiful Japanese American woman that had a college degree in business but also understood what we were interested in. Her name was Cecile Lee and she was twenty-three with a degree in Business, though that wasn’t the main reason that we selected her. In the final interview, we outlined clearly what we wanted from her and explained that she would be signing a contract that would not allow her to reveal anything that happened in the building. She raised a perfect eyebrow at the mention of sexual favors in the office but a long look at the two of us with her dark eyes ended with a provocative smile.

  Once we agreed on the terms, we hired Cecile and handed her a thick stack of paperwork to fill out for the job. She filled it out, reading it carefully before signing each paper. We told her that she could start the following Monday, high-fiving one another when she closed the door behind her.

  “Did you see that sweet little ass?” Brandon asked as I felt my cock stirring. I sure did. Cecile was petite but I could tell that she was feisty. I sensed that she was going to be a fun addition to the office.

  “I can’t wait to see those tits,” I agreed as Brandon nodded. We still had Friday and the weekend until she started but I was certain there was some women that would welcome us into their beds.

  Getting it at the office would make us both relax and it was quite the setup. There was the large desk, the couch, and even the bathroom that was attached to the office. My father liked to work and didn’t want to go far from that, and I thanked him for that. I was slightly ashamed of what we were doing in his former space, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t bring Mom in here a time or two. They were very much in love and highly affectionate towards one another.

  I pushed that idea out of my head, walking towards the computer to try and get some work done. I felt some nagging doubt about what we were doing, but we couldn’t get involved with any of the women here. We were owners of the company and that was not a possibility, no matter how gorgeous or willing they were. Cecile knew the deal and seemed more than eager to please us, and I knew that work was going to get that much better now.

  Brandon and I left the office with smiles on our faces, answering vaguely about the new assistant. I assured the managers that we were swamped with work and she was just going to lend a hand. We didn’t want to bother them with every little thing.

  Dad had assistants so it wasn’t new and they seemed to accept that. We got into the car and shared a long look and grins before heading home for dinner.

  We didn’t tell Mom our plan. She just needed to know that we were working hard in the company and that we were going to take care of her and Ashley. With a woman in the office, we could spend more time at home with them. It was a perfect situation.

  We left the office Friday night to go and meet some friends for drinks and dinner, since Mom and Ashley had plans that night. The sports bar was packed and we sat at a table with a great view of the hockey game in the background, eating some appetizers and sharing a pitcher of beer.

  Brandon finished the night by leaving with a leggy brunette on his arm, looking ready for a little action. I’d noticed a blonde and once we got to talking, I decided to leave with her for a little fun.

  After a wild Friday and Saturday night, we were able to sleep in on Sunday and get back to the tradition of supper with Mom and Ashley. It was bittersweet and Mom shed a few tears through the meal, but we kept sitting there and talking through the hard emotions. We sipped beers on the open porch once we were alone and Brandon looked over the lights of the city.

  “Tomorrow is the day,” he said gruffly as he looked at me. “I think it will be the best thing. Mom needs us and we can work and play throughout the day. It’s perfect.”

  “I think so as well,” I agreed, ready to try and balance our lives. We needed the touch of a woman but we also needed to run the company in Dad’s memory. We needed to take care of our mother and our sister.

  CHAPTER 6

  Brandon

  I rose early on Monday morning, showering, and dressing in a crisp suit before I went down for some coffee. Brent was already there, looking as eager as I felt to be going to the office and he talked easily with Mom as she sat at the breakfast bar with her own cup of coffee. Today seemed to be a good day and I felt some sense of pride that I’d managed to come up with the idea of Cecile.

  We left for the office only slightly early, arriving before our new assistant. We went into the office and lef
t the door open as we warmed up the computers, waiting for her to arrive as we nibbled on the bagels that we’d grabbed on the way in. Cecile was in perfect shape and though she might not appreciate the carbs, she would have to appreciate the gesture.

  We looked up as someone filled the doorway, seeing the petite woman looking in on us. She was dressed in a fitted black pencil skirt and a crisp white shirt, and Cecile had accented her wide eyes with dark liner and mascara. She wore red lipstick and I stared at her lips for a moment, wondering what it would be like to have her wrapped around my cock. “Good morning,” Brent greeted her as she smiled and walked inside towards us. “Welcome to M&P.”

  We showed her the break room and all the amenities that it offered, as well as the public restroom. We also assured her that we had a private one attached to our office as heat flushed her flawless, pale skin. Cecile looked around before she led the way back to the office and I was glad that nobody was around to see her pink cheeks at that moment.

  Brent took her into the office and started showing her the software and how it worked. She did need to know the business as well as everything else, at the very least for appearances. I came around the desk and looked over her shoulder as I took a long look at the slit in her skirt, just in the side. It showed off her toned legs and I licked my lips as she looked at Brent with a slow smile. I pulled up a chair and slipped my hand over her skirt as she stilled, underneath the slit to rub her knee gently. He looked at me and then his eyes ran down her body as I stroked her a little harder with every moment that passed. “You two don’t waste any time, do you?” Cecile asked in a low voice as I glanced at the locked door.