A blow— what? - II

Brandon's body jerked and his head snapped up. It took him a few blinks to get out of the delirious state that he was in. The first thing he noticed was how quiet it had gotten. How extremely quiet. 

"Wait," he whispered, standing up from his spot and going over to the balcony that now showed the twinkling lights of New York. "what the fuck? Where is everyone?" 

He looked around him, before he started to work around to see someone, anyone up with him. That's when he came face-to-face with the lift that showed not working sign. 

Not working? He turned around. So, the lift is not working, but then where is everyone else? How the fuck am I alone in the Empire State building? Is this even real?! 

had they evacuated the entire floor without even checking if it was entirely empty or not? Was he invisible when he was sitting down? 

Brandon stepped closer to the edge, keeping his hands on the balcony before putting them in his hair. He pulled on his strands, finding it unbelievable how he was just left alone. 

"What the fuck is wrong with people? They closed the entire floor for tourists, and they did not even check if everyone was gone?" He huffed. " and there is no camera. What the fuck am I supposed to jump down?" 

"Jumping down would not be a viable option. There is a huge possibility. You would end up dying instead of landing on your feet." 

Bran's eyes wide didn't, as you just a possibility could just as he recognised the voice and turned around. "K— Mr. Archer." 

Killian Archer nodded. "Wallace." 

His mouse opened, taking a shape to form the words with Brandon stopped. What was he going to say? Wait, why was Mr. Archie here to begin with? Was the entry not closed off? 

"What are you doing here?" 

"What are you doing here? He asked instead. "I believe I'm in the position to get an answer from you, not the other way round." 

That was extremely rude, and had Killian Archer not been his boss, Brandon would have called him out. 

But since he was in an answerable position and not a questioning one, brand answered, "I got stuck. Apparently, everyone left and the lift is no longer working, and I do not know if there's any other exit here." 

"Stuck," Killian tsked. "How unfortunate. You will have to stay here until tomorrow morning, then." 

The entire night? " now. Wait, you here too. It means I'm going to be stuck with you." 

Killian's lips moved but since it was dark, Brandon could barely make it out. "I am not stuck here, wireless. I'm here because I had the section booked off." 

"A—" he paused, "you had a tourist attraction booked off, and they let you do that?" 

"Money and political power can make you do a lot." 

"I see." Brandon nodded before he tested what was on his mind. "Since you had it booked and I was not clearly invited, can you point to me which way to go. I'd like to leave."

There, he said. Hopefully, he would not be sure because anyway, this was not his fault.

"You cannot leave." 

Brandon felt his ear perk up. "What? Why?" 

He did not want to be here and obviously if his boss had closed off a section to which he was not invited, he did not want him there either. Then what was the bloody problem? 

Instead of answering him, Killian took a step closer to him that made Brandon take a step back. They repeated the action twice before Brandon felt the balcony over his behind. Following, he flattened himself against it because his boss did not stop moving towards him. 

"Are you aware that you are trespassing?" Killian was made away from Bran when he said that. 

He was close enough that Bran could smell his cologne, and it was the most delicious thing he had ever smelled. In fact, his body wanted to inch closer to him, just to get an inhale more. 

Stopping himself, he focused on not being sued. "I did not know, in fact, I fell asleep sitting on the ground. No one woke me up, so basically, I'm not trespassing. I'm just stuck here." 

"Just another explanation for trespassing that suits you." He murmured. "You don't understand this is going to get your Visa canceled, rigut?" 

"What?" Shit. 

"Yes," He nodded, almost looking, like he was amused from the entire situation, "going to get canceled as quickly as possible because you trust passed on someone's property. It's not going to help that you missed one of the most powerful people in the country, no?" 

That was not something he could fold. He had to be in the country, if they threw him out of the continent, brand was going to be out of the race, and if his cousin said on the chair to the Wallace constructions, the company was doomed for. 

"But I did not trespass! I was stuck here, they forgot—" 

"I don't care." Killian cut him short. "Would you like to get out of here?" 

"Yes, absolutel—" 

"Then get on your knees and suck me off, like a good boy."