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Remove the Empty Spaces
Finding a solution for his boss brings Ion to the point of having his deepest fantasies come true.
Being a mailroom clerk is a stepping stone for Ion Vasile. He doesn’t plan on working in the basement at Bellamy International forever. Ion spends a lot of his time fantasizing about Adrien Bellamy, CEO and President of the company. He’s sure Adrien doesn’t know he exists.
Adrien Bellamy does know Ion exists. Even with all his money and power, Adrien isn’t sure Ion would want to go out with him. So he keeps his distance from the gorgeous mail clerk.
After Ion finds a solution to a troubling acquisition, Adrien takes a chance and asks him out. Their attraction runs red-hot, and a serious relationship becomes a possibility. But first they have to deal with their families and the differences pointed out between them. Adrien must find a way to convince Ion his lack of money and name doesn’t mean anything because Adrien loves him no matter what.
Close the Distance
Being in love isn’t always roses and sunshine.
Ion Vasile and Adrien Bellamy start dating and fall in love quickly. As their relationship grows stronger, Ion discovers the fragility of his family ties. As his mother turns against him and his brother seems to be supporting her, Ion begins to lean more and more on Adrien.
Adrien wants nothing more than to be strong for Ion and share his own family with him. Yet he’s afraid they’re moving too fast. He doesn’t want to scare the most marvellous man he’s ever met away.
When tragedy strikes, they both realise life is too short to let fear rule their choices.
General Release Date: 28th March 2014
Excerpt from: Remove the Empty Spaces
“I want you all to fucking think of a fucking solution.”
It was going to be one of those days, Ion thought, as he pushed his mail cart off the elevator onto the executive floor.
“Why the fuck do I pay you bastards such fucking ridiculous salaries if you can’t come up with one fucking good idea?”
Ion winced before sending Patrick, his best friend and Mr Adrien Bellamy’s executive assistant, a sympathetic grin. “Sounds like he’s in rare form today.”
“You have no idea. Bellamy’s been like this all morning.”
Adrien Bellamy was the CEO and President of Bellamy International, a multi-national company that acquired failing businesses and tried to make them successful again. Well, it was just one branch of the business. Bellamy International had its fingers in several different pies, which suited Ion just fine. He might only be working in the mailroom right now, but he planned on making his way up the corporate ladder to a troubleshooting position someday.
Ion was ambitious, and it was his drive to succeed that had brought him to the company. Bellamy International was one of the top one-hundred businesses in the world. Where better for a young businessman to work?
“All your ideas are shit. I won’t lay off a thousand workers simply because the men in charge were fucking greedy crooks. You have to find me a solution that doesn’t result in people losing their jobs.”
Ion knew better than to ask why Mr Bellamy was furious. Patrick couldn’t tell him since being the head man’s minion meant he came across a lot of sensitive material, and Patrick could lose his job if he were to share any of it, even with another person in the company.
After handing Patrick some mail, Ion checked his list to see whom else he had to deliver to.
“They’re all in the conference room. Have been since this morning when I got here. Bellamy called a meeting of all the execs.” Patrick sifted through the large pile of envelopes Ion had given him.
“Why aren’t you in there taking notes or whatever he has you do during meetings?”
Patrick shrugged. “Not sure. I sent him a text to see if he needed me for anything. He told me to cancel the rest of his meetings for the day, and work on something else.”
They both jumped when a loud crash resounded from the conference room. Ion straightened from where he’d been resting his hip against Patrick’s desk. The door flew open then ricocheted back after hitting the wall with force. He and Patrick watched in amazement as Mr Richardson, the CFO, dragged Mr Bellamy out of the room.
“God damn it, Sidney. Why the fuck do I have them here if they can’t figure out one fucking solution? Monkeys are more intelligent than that group.” Mr Bellamy yanked his arm out of Mr Richardson’s grip. He paced the length of Patrick’s office area.
Ion had left his cart next to the elevator, and he found he was happy about that because his boss would’ve tripped over it. It was wise to stay out of the way when Mr Bellamy was angry, if only because he didn’t pay attention to where he was going. After pressing into a corner, Ion hoped no one would notice him.
“They’re fucking morons.” Mr Bellamy ran his fingers through his hair.
“Patrick, can you call the cleaning crew and get someone to come up here? There’s a mess in the conference room.” Richardson seemed calm, but then he always did. Ion had never seen the CFO lose his cool in the three years Ion had worked for the company.
Mr Bellamy was the complete opposite. He lost his temper at least once a week, usually at Patrick, then later, Ion would get an earful about what a prick Bellamy was. Yet Mr Bellamy never seemed vicious with his anger. He simply had a short fuse, and intolerance for stupidity.
“Yes, Mr Richardson. I’ll make sure it gets cleaned up.” Patrick reached for the phone.
“Also, cancel all of Mr Bellamy’s appointments for the rest of the day. I’m taking him out of here. He needs to cool down before he ends up firing every person who works for him. I’d hate having to pay them bonuses to make up for his temper tantrum.”
“Shut the fuck up, Sidney. I wouldn’t threaten to fire them if they’d just do their jobs.”
Ion tried hard not to stare as Mr Bellamy passed by him, but it was difficult not to when the head of the corporation could easily be in the running for Sexiest Man Alive. Christ on a stick! If Bellamy hadn’t been worth a billion dollars or more, he could have made his fortune on the runway as a model.
Bellamy’s hair was a pale gold that he wore cut short on the sides and longer on top. His bright blue eyes sparkled with fierce intelligence, and hidden deep inside, a kindness that Ion knew Bellamy rarely showed to anyone.
Ion had happened to see one of Bellamy’s random acts of kindness to a homeless woman who had claimed one of the alleys next to the building. Ion had been making his way to work one morning, and he’d spied Bellamy covering the woman with what looked like a brand new blanket.
He had waited until Bellamy left before he’d dropped off the bag of sandwiches he had brought for her. It wasn’t much, but Ion had come to learn about the woman’s past, and she was a wonderful person who’d fallen down and couldn’t get back up on her feet.
Bellamy had nicely tanned skin, speaking of his time spent outdoors, doing all sorts of exciting sports like sailing and rock climbing. Ion got to hear about all those trips from Patrick, who had to book them for Bellamy.
Excerpt from: Close the Distance
“Do we have everything?”
Ion turned to look at Adrien as he wandered through their suite of rooms. “I think so, but if we don’t, it’s not like your mom can’t send them back to the city for us.”
Adrien frowned. “You’re right. I just feel like I’m forgetting something.”
Reaching out, Ion snagged Adrien then pulled him close, encircling his waist. He tugged on the blue silk tie his lover wore. “I told you not to get dressed up to meet my parents.”
“What do you mean?” Adrien glanced down at his white linen dress shirt, tie and tailored black pants. “This isn’t dressed up.”
For him, it wasn’t dressed up. Not when the man wore thousand dollar suits to the office every day. For Ion’s family, a tie like that was for church, weddings and funerals. He trailed his fingers through the curls at the nape of Adrien’s neck before taking the tie in hand to remove it.
“Trust me. You don’t need a tie for dinner.” He tossed it onto the bed then pressed open-mouthed kisses along Adrien’s jaw. “I’d suggest you change your whole outfit, but I don’t think you’d feel comfortable in anything else.”
“I do have jeans and T-shirts, Ion,” Adrien commented as he tipped his head, giving Ion more access to his neck. “I thought I’d try to make a good impression on them during our first meeting.”
Ion hummed, not interested in talking about his parents anymore. He brought their lips together while he started to unbutton Adrien’s shirt. Once he got it off, Ion let it drop to the floor then bent to lick one of the flat copper nipples covered with sparse hair.
Adrien cradled the back of his head, keeping him close. “We don’t have time for this. Not if we want to get to your parents’ before dinner.”
“I’m not worried about that. We can go next Sunday or the week after that,” he murmured, moving from one nipple to the other, sucking on it and using a little teeth. Ion worried the nub of flesh and drew a moan from Adrien.
He encouraged Adrien to ease back and, step by step, he moved them to the edge of the bed then he shoved. Laughing, he watched as Adrien tilted until he fell on the mattress.
“What the hell?” Adrien braced his hands on the comforter as he stared up at Ion.
“I’m feeling a little hungry,” Ion muttered before dropping to his knees. He unbuckled Adrien’s belt, fumbled with his zipper to get those crazy-expensive slacks open.
He tugged the fabric down while Adrien lifted his hips and his cock sprang out, hard and curved over his abs. Licking his lips, Ion studied the well-formed erection in front of him. Thicker and a little longer than his. The head was fleshy and purple and was shiny from pre-cum. It rose from a trimmed nest of dark curls and his balls hung heavy beneath it. Ion reached out to take them in hand. He fondled then rolled them in his fingers. Leaning in, he sucked one then the other. There was a salty taste to his skin along with the lingering scent of the soap they’d used earlier in the shower.
He pressed his tongue against the lightly furred sac before letting it slip from his mouth. Adrien gripped his head then directed his mouth to the tip of his shaft. Ion willingly opened, taking him without hesitation. He loved how it felt lying on his tongue.
When Adrien hit the back of his throat, Ion swallowed, massaging his length. His lover moaned and he smiled around the dick in his mouth. He loved knowing he could draw those sounds out and make Adrien lose control. After slipping his finger in beside Adrien’s cock, he got it wet then rubbed it over Adrien’s hole.
“Your mouth,” Adrien murmured. “I love the way it feels. Almost as good as your ass.”
Ion pushed just the tip of his finger inside and Adrien moaned. Arching, Adrien thrust into his mouth then impaled himself. It was what Ion wanted, his lover taking what he needed.
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