NSFW-Owned by the Contractor Pt 11

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 11

Tom

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I stormed down the hall and reached the foyer just as Carlos walked in the front door. The look on my face must have shown the rage and confusion going on in my mind, because he stopped in his tracks and his smile vanished.

“Hey, boss,” he said. His body tensed like he was ready to run away. “I was just coming to look for you guys.”

I wanted to assure him that my mood had nothing to do with him. Hell, I wasn’t sure what it had to do with. If I even mentioned it, he’d ask what was wrong and that was impossible for me to answer.

“We’re wrapping up early,” I barked.

His eyes widened. “I’m sorry, boss. I took too long eating, I know, but—”

“Stop.” I sighed and tried to shake the rage. “Your old lady’s out of town, right?”

He nodded. “At her mom’s.”

I tried to smile, but the frown seemed to have set into my facial muscles, so I gave up.

“We’re wrapping up early so we can all go home and pack a bag before we hit Frank’s football party  tonight. The kid’s offered to give us the run of the house for the week. I figured we’d just spend our nights here. Save time and stuff.”

foyerJose’s eyes widened. “Here?” He looked around the foyer like it was the first time he’d walked in the door.

I’d seen his place. He and his wife shared a one bedroom apartment with her mother. It was smaller than the kitchen we’d been working on all morning.

The proximity had caused some tension in their relationship, which was shy we’d been more than willing to switch to the job where he’s get to fuck all day. And, why he’d been as disappointed as me and Owen when it didn’t work out.

Anger flared in my core again. Fucking Owen. That fucking kid. My brain hurt. Chad. I tried to correct myself. He was no damned kid. From the less than two minutes his mother’d talked about him, I knew he was starting college after the summer. And after what I’d just watched him do, ‘kid’ really felt wrong.

“Hell, yeah!” Carlos said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Hell yeah what?” Owen swaggered out of the hall.

I had to look away.

“Spend the week here!” Carlos beamed.

I watched the floor as I spoke. “We’re heading out, Owen. Give ourselves time to rest up before the party tonight.”

“Uh, yeah…” Owen rubbed the back of his head. “About that…”

I stared at him, waiting.

He seemed to shrink a few inches. “I know football on Monday night is sort of a tradition, but I was thinking…”

I almost joked about how dangerous that could be for him, but I was afraid that time I’d actually mean it.

“The tv in the den’s even bigger than Frank’s. I think I’m just going to hang out here.” Owen’s cockiness faltered, and he wouldn’t make eye contact with me.

“We need to go grab clothes and stuff for the week,” I said flatly.

He shrugged and smiled again. “I don’t think I’ll need them.”

I wanted to punch him.

He straightened and he looked straight at me. It was a challenge. Physically, I might could have taken him. Professionally and as a man in general, I didn’t have a leg to stand on.

For a second I thought about taking Chad with us, but that would have been admitting out loud that I had a problem with what he just happened. No way in hell was I going to do that.

“Fine.” I pulled the van keys out of my pocket, tossing them up and catching them casually. “Carlos, we’re out of here.” The poor kid was on his own.

“And, Owen…” I stopped at the front door and turned around. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

His eyes glinted and a corner of his mouth twitched. “You got it, boss.”

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