Master (MxB) novel Chapter 2

Hayden's POV

"Kendall, please come to my office real quick." I ask my assistant and I cut the call as soon as she agrees. I look through the papers on my desk, till I find what I'm looking for, just as she walks through the door.

As usual, she is immaculately dressed in a knee-length shift dress and a pair of her ridiculously high heels. Her make-up is always perfectly done and her hair is hanging down her back in a silky black curtain. If I was straight I would definitely have gone for her, but as it was, I was very gay and she was only one of my very best friends. She knew everything about me, even the fact that I was a Dominant, and she never judged me for any of it.

She goes to sit in one of the chairs in front of my desk with a slight smirk on her face. "See something you like boss man?" She teases, and I can't help but chuckle and retaliate.

"Maybe if you had a flatter chest and a nice package down there we could have come to some sort of agreement sweetheart, but you lack the right equipment." I tease back and she bursts out laughing. This was very usual for us, since we became friends in College, and back then our closeness used to come in handy. She kept the girls off my back and I kept the boys off hers, because she just wasn't interested in a relationship back then and I wasn't out of the closet yet.

We eventually stop our joking around and she looks at me, a smile still on her face, "So what did you need me for?" She asks and her professional mask slips back on. Yes, we were friends and we teased and joked a lot, but she was seriously the best at her job and she did it with dedication and she was a really serious and hard worker.

"Right, I wanted to get your opinion on this Mr Reylan and his request. I'm supposed to go to a dinner party at his house tonight, but I'm not going to waste my time with him, if it's not going to be a viable use of my time." I say as I hand her the folder. I probably should have asked her opinion sooner on this matter, but I've been swamped and I actually forgot about it, till I got the reminder just now on my calender about the dinner party tonight.

I sit back and wait for her to browse through the papers in the folder and make up her mind. I see her frowning a few times, but keep silent till eventually she looks up at me. I cock an eyebrow at her and she just sighs, slightly shaking her head. "I honestly don't really know Hayden. It says here that his company is doing really, really well and by the looks of things, he would make a valuable asset to our company, but as for the man himself, I don't know. From what I have read about him in the papers as well as what I saw for myself when we met with him, he seems a bit off." She stops and bites her lower lip, like she is contemplating about something before she looks at me again.

"What is your main concern with him then?" I ask, knowing that she is a really good judge of character.

"Well, according to the folder and some other articles, it says that his company is a very family oriented firm, same as ours, but if that is the case, why is there practically no mention of his son? I mean, I can understand that he might want to keep his son out of the limelight and protected, but he doesn't ever talk about him at functions. The boy is eighteen years old now, but he doesn't even attend any of the dinners or anything with his parents. Then there is the fact that he seems to be one cold bastard, and I know what you are going to say, Hayden, but yours is just a mask. He just seems like a cold hearted and hard person. Plus there is also that scandal that happened a few years ago, about his son landing in hospital with a broken arm. Apparently he was on the verge of being charged for child abuse, but nothing was ever proven. Do you really want to associate yourself with someone like that?"

She makes a very valid point. My company is well known for our strong family values and if the rumours about this man is true, then there is no way in hell I would do any kind of business with him, nevermind still offer him a very lucrative contract to make up some of our more common tech that we supply to the Government.

I sit back and contemplate this for a few minutes, before making my decision. "I think I will go tonight. The dinner is at their house, so the son is probably going to be there for this one. I want to sit back and watch their interactions and see for myself if there is any tension or anything off between them. If I spot anything out of place, I will just tell him that his firm isn't the right fit for ours." I tell her and she smiles again.

"Good idea, your observation skills are quite scary, so I'm sure if anything is out of place in that family or if there is even a tiny sign that there is something off, then you will be able to spot it immediately." She praises and we both laugh again. She always said that the Government could make good use out of my observation skills and that I would be able to detect an intruder or terrorist way before any of my tech could do it.

"Okay, so now that this is confirmed, can you ask Greg to collect my tuxedo from the dry cleaners and make sure that the car is downstairs at about 5;30 tonight. That should give me enough time to go home and get ready for this circus tonight." I sigh, not looking forward to any of it.

"Will do, boss." She says cheekily as she gets up and walks out my office, leaving me to my thoughts. After a few minutes of silence, I turn to my computer and start my search. What Kendall had said about the son was really bothering me for some reason, so I decide to do a background check on him. After a few minutes, I manage to bring up everything that concerns the young man, as well as a photograph.

The image seems to be about two years old and shows a boy with very pale blonde hair and pale green eyes, and even though he must have been only sixteen at the time, I felt a jolt go through me at his beautiful face. The information under the picture said that he was only 5'7 in height, eighteen years old and he seemed to be a really bright young man if his school records are any indication. The only class he seems to have lower marks in was gym, the rest are all A's and A . The article that Kendall had mentioned also came up, so I quickly scanned through it.

It said that Corey Reylan was taken to hospital when he was about fourteen years old, with a broken arm. According to the article, the doctors had wanted to get social services involved due to suspicions that it was the father that had done it and that he was being abused at home, but it didn't stipulate why they had thought that at the time. All it ended up saying, was that Corey had denied all charges against his father and without actual evidence that Mr. Reylan had done this, they couldn't push it. So they had to let it go and let Corey go home. Apparently Corey was hardly ever seen with his parents after this incident.

Something was off about this whole situation and it was really bugging me, so I was now even more determined to see this for myself. I don't know why I was so adamant to do this myself, but I wasn't about to fight it. There was just something in those luminous green eyes that seemed to be screaming for someone to see him. I felt my heart thump even harder as I stared at his photograph and it took me almost half an hour to pull myself away from it and continue with the work I was busy with before.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur and before I knew it, I was getting into my car and Greg was driving me home. The young Corey seemed to haunt my mind since I looked at his picture and I actually felt myself feeling a burst of anticipation at seeing the young man tonight.

Once home, I went straight to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothing, till I was in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs and walked into my bathroom.

No money was spared when it came to decorating my house, but this bathroom was definitely one of my favourites. I've had a lot of fun with subs in here, because I loved playing with water. I loved feeling their smaller hands gliding over my wet skin and mine over theirs. I found it very erotic and sensuous, so I had decorated the room accordingly. There were a lot of toys in small drawers as well as chains that came out the ceiling with the push of a button. The cuffs for the chains were non-slip, so no one could get hurt and of course there was the massive mirror on the wall opposite the bath and shower.

As always, I felt myself relax once I was inside this familiar room and I quickly stripped out of my boxers and stepped into the shower, switching on the water and adjusting it to the perfect temperature. I stood under the blast of water and let it to it's job to sooth my tense muscles and ease the ache that had developed in my neck over the last few hours. I loved my job, don't get me wrong, but I had to keep my mask in place there, so it becomes a bit much after a few hours and I loved coming home, where I could relax.

Please, don't get me wrong and think that I'm like this just because I want to keep people at a distance. That's not the case at all, I did it, because I NEEDED to keep people at a distance. I couldn't afford to let people get to close to me, because the last time I did, the fucker almost ruined me and I swore that I would never allow that again. So now, I keep my face cold and impassive around everyone, except Kendall and my friends at the club that I belong to.

It's a BDSM club, called Leather Dreams and it was owned by two of my closest friends Leo and Dean. Leo also owns a few other businesses as well as his job at the College as a Professor. We loved teasing him about it and Dean often told him that he was only doing the teaching thing so he could perv over young boys all day long. This usually resulted in Leo flipping him off and telling him he was just jealous, and then a playful argument would break out between the two.

I shake my head at the thought of my two friends and finish off my shower, before stepping out and drying my body. When that is done, I make my way into my bedroom and into my walk-in closet to find a shirt to go with the tuxedo that Greg had left on my bed while I was in the shower.

I quickly got dressed and finished getting ready. By the time I was done, I only had about half an hour to get to the address where the dinner was being held. So I quickly made my way downstairs and out the door, where Greg was patiently waiting for me.

I got in the back and he quickly closed the door and made his way to the drivers side and got in. We were quickly on our way and I used the time to scroll through some emails on my phone. It helped to pass the time and soon we were pulling through the wrought iron gates of the address I had been given.

Greg pulled the car up the the front steps of the beautiful house and pulled to a stop. He let me out and got back in to go park the car. I looked up at the huge double doors and sighed. I was really not looking forward to tonight, but I still felt compelled to see it through. I would have much rather spent the evening at the club, enjoying the company of my friends and maybe a cute little sub or two, but here I am, dressed up like a monkey and already hating it all.

I made my way up the stairs and they opened before I even got to them. Before me stood a man in his late forties or early fifties. His face held a stern look and his eyes were a cold pale green. Next to him stood a woman with darker blonde hair, a sharpish face and she looked like she had been sucking one too many dicks, with the way her cheeks were hollowed in. Both had fake smiles on their faces and I took an instant dislike to the two, but I kept the grimace off my face and kept my expression in its usual cold and hard mask.