The Last Baker
Title: The Last Baker [10]
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
shorthorror
Pairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: The black souls that enjoy my writing, and delight me with their commenty goodness and love <3
Prologue
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Four
Five
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Seven
Eight
Nine
Seeing Brian at work the next day was the tiniest bit bizarre. He wasn't facing me when I walked into the kitchen to find him searing tiger shrimp and keeping an eye on a bubbling pot of seafood marinara. He was dressed in kitchen uniform, but his hair was still forever standing in soft dark spikes. There were a few other people around him arranging salads and cutting up tomatoes, chives and parsley. Dominic, a young and aspiring new chef looked up and saw me standing there, lost in observation and biting at my bottom lip. He smiled and nodded. "Good day Mr. Baker." Dominic greeted me. Brian's perked up like a jack rabbit and then turned around to discover me staring right back at him. As expected, he gave me that knowing smirk that was laced with mischief and wonder.
"Baker, you're here finally." Brian said from across the room.
"Haner, your shrimp is on fire." I pointed to the skillet licking with orange flames behind him.
Brian turned around in shock. "Jesus!" He yelled before moving the pan onto the opposite element.
A college student I'd hired for kitchen prep walked by, carrying a bag of flour and Brian stopped him. "You! Put that sauce on that shrimp with the whole wheat pasta and serve it up." Brian commanded.
"But, I'm just food prep..." Said the kid as he looked between Brian and I, seemingly confused about who to turn to with questions. I supposed my presence was a little ennerving since I was the owner of the restaurant, and I called the shots. I was the one to impress.
"Well you've been promoted for five minutes." Said Brian as he smacked the kid encouragingly on the shoulder before crossing the room to get to me.
"What are you doing? You have work to do Brian." I remarked.
"And so do you, but I don't see you doing anything but checking me out from behind." Brian replied as he grabbed my arms and pulled me towards my office.
"Be quiet!" I hissed at him.
"Don't be ashamed Zack-Attack, lots of people find themselves involuntarily drooling over me."
I scoffed as Brian gripped my arm harder. "That wasn't the least bit conceited."
"There's a difference betwen being conceited and being convinced." Said Brian with a chuckle.
I said nothing until he opened the door to my office and pushed me inside after flicking the light switch on. He then turned to me as I leaned up against my desk.
"So did ya miss me?" Brian asked as he approached, stopping inches away from me.
"I would love to tell you how much I rued over your leaving my house yesterday, but it wasn't so bad." I said with a suggestive smirk.
"Yeah, I can see you're all torn up over it." Said Brian before he reached out and took hold of my chin. "But I did miss those sweet lips and hearing them beg for me."
"Please stop. Not while we're at work." I said, averting my expression to the floor.
Brian sighed and crossed his arms. "What is it now? We were doing pretty well. What's eating you?"
"Nothing is eating me. I just don't want people at work knowing we're... we... well."
"That we're fucking?" Brian finished for me.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed.
"Whatever Zack, if something is up, you can tell me. I can take a hint." Brian said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"No!" I cried. "It's not that at all."
Brian cocked an eyebrow expectantly, awaiting my presumably inevitable explanation when really, I had nothing. There maybe have existed a reason why I didn't want my co-workers and employees knowing about Brian and I, such as policy and reputation and decency, but I'd leave that up to him to realize. Besides, we only had sex, you don't go around telling everyone all about it the next day.
"Please don't tell me this is one of those, 'I'm in the closet and I don't wanna come out just yet' type things." Brian said mockingly.
"I'm not even in a closet. So it can't be that." I responded spitefully, beginning to get a little angry with Brian.
"You have to be in some type of closet. You don't just sleep with a guy for no reason." Brian pointed out.
"Branding sexuality is stupid. You love who you love, you fuck who you fuck."
Brian waved his hand insouciantly. "Anyways, can you tell me what crawled up your ass today?"
I glowered at him, but opened my mouth to speak anyway. "I don't need these people knowing the shit I've done with you. Nobody will take me seriously anymore if they know."
Brian just laughed at me when it was his turn to speak. He walked around my desk and dropped himself into my chair, picking up a pen and fiddling with it as he leaned back. "That would be the talk of the town."
I nodded with my eyes wide as he came to the same conclusion that I had. "Yeah it would, and nobody would take you seriously either. It's completely unprofessional."
Brian laughed again. "What? You don't think I've dated co-workers before? Nobody cares. It's a beautiful partnership, two talented men working side by side that are also seeing each other. Makes everything more meaningful. The press loves it."
"This isn't even about dating. This about keeping my personal life out of my work life. And I've done well to stay away from the press."
"Nah, the press is too busy running after the actors and models in Huntington. Nobody cares about chefs and who's ass their hittin'." Brian said with a laugh.
I looked at him sternly. "Please, I'm serious about this Brian."
He sighed and tossed my pen back on the desk. I winced, trying to hold back a comment about Brian being a slob. He looked up at me and smiled.
"So I only get to act like I like you outside of work?" He asked.
I didn't reply to him, I didn't know how to. What was I to say to something like that so I wouldn't make myself seem like a complete asshole.
"That's not fair. What about the wonderful time we had together the other night?"
"That wasn't even supposed to happen!" I exclaimed.
Brian's mouth parted but no words were uttered. He stared up at me, big cocoa colored eyes glinting into my emeralds as though he were waiting for me to announce my mistake. But I kept my lips sealed and stared right back at him, speechless.
"Wasn't supposed to happen? How can you even say that?" Brian asked me, appearing shocked or appauled, or maybe even hurt.
I swallowed hard. "Look, we had a romantic night. It was beautiful and the sex was great. But we're co-workers. Nothing is supposed to come of this."
"Then why'd you let me suck your dick the next day? If you knew that 'nothing could come of this' why did you take advantage of the fact that I like you?"
"I did not take advantage of you! How dare you say that!" I scoffed.
Brian smiled cockily. "Yes, you did Zack. You took advantage of one of your employees, plain as day."
"You're such a fucking prick Brian!" Yelled I, clenching my fists in anger.
Brian wagged his finger at me, that smile still splayed across his lips. "I'm not the prick this time. Listen to yourself Zack. You're being the biggest brat about this. You fucked me, claimed that it was beautiful, forced me to admit that I like you and then you have the audacity to tell me it means nothing to you because we work together. That, dear Zachary, is the worst case of prick that I have ever encountered. So you can fuck right off with the whole 'Brian's a prick' thing, because everyone in this place knows that you're the hugest asshole of us all. You are the cherry on top of the douchebag sundae, babe."
"Get out of my office." I said quietly.
He crossed his arms and looked away from me. "Brian, I said get out of my office now."
"No."
"Yes."
"No thanks."
"Get the fuck out of my office before I snap."
Brian leered right at me, mocking me like I was his parent and not his boss. "You're only mad because I'm right. You know that you're a selfish little spoiled brat and you've finally met somebody that has the balls to shove it back in your face. I'm a challenge to you, and you don't like it. Because you've been handed everything on a silver platter whereas people like me have had to work for their success."
"How the fuck would you know? You don't know a thing about me." I claimed.
"Yes but the people who do know you have told me all about you. So quit being daddy's little princess and act like a fucking man for once."
I gasped and felt hot blood rush into my face, turning me red from ear to ear. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Get the fuck out of my office right now or you're fired! I fucking mean it! Don't you ever say anything about my father EVER! You son of a bitch!"
Brian got up out of my chair and circled the desk, heading towards the door. I knew he was going to turn back, so I readied myself by crossing my arms and scowled at him, hoping he might burst if I glared hard enough. To my complete prediction, Brian turned back around before leaving. "I feel sorry for you Zack. You're still a young boy."
I said nothing in return. I was too astonished that he would use my father's name so disrespectfully when he knew about my parents. His words echoed over and over inside my head as I took a seat on my office chair that was still warm from Brian's presence. As much as I hated to admit it, Brian was right about me being a spoiled brat. He was not, however, right about my taking advantage of him. I wanted him just as bad as he'd wanted me. I was just more civil and discreet about the people I've had sex with. I didn't want anybody at Milan Verde to think less of me or even Brian. No, I was too proficient to let our careers be compromised over just one night. I couldn't have people knowing that I fucked one of my own employees. Even if it was the best sex I'd ever had.
I'm a challenge to you, and you don't like it. Brian's words ringing in my ears.
Even the thought of him being so right was bitter on my tongue. Eversince he arrived, he was showing me my every error. This one was no different. This one was huge. When I thought about it, I realized how much of a brat I was and always have been. I just never encountered someone that was as big a brat as I was.
I thought of my dad and tried to think of what he would do in my situation. I then came to the conclusion that he wouldn't do anything. Not a damn thing. For he was too much of a man to get himself in the position I was in. I was all alone and confused, not sure if I should accept Brian, or push him away. I didn't know if I could make the sacrifice of my reputation to keep him or if I could live my life knowing what kind of person he could have made me. I rested my head on my arms and just breathed. Just thought. For a moment or two. Or several.
He was better than me. That's what he was. Brian was always right about everything, and I was wrong. I regretted yelling at him and threatening him when he was only trying to set things straight between us, like a real man would.
I was no man. I was just a fucking princess. Just like Brian said.
******
My apologies for the faulty link in the last chapter. I got a few messages saying that the link to chapter eight was really for seven. I fixed it in this chapter, but was too lazy to fix the links in chapter eight :) Also I'd like to apologize again for the lack of substance in this chapter. I made it as long as possible without it getting boring. But don't fret, more action packed Synacky drama is soon to come my pretties!
Love
shorthorror
Author:
shorthorrorPairing: Brian Haner & Zachary Baker
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This beautiful asshole just came around and started ruining everything for me. I was the last Baker, and I'd promised my father our name would not die with me.
Disclaimer: I am confident the readers can distinguish between what is real and what is fiction. I need not state the obvious.
Dedications: The black souls that enjoy my writing, and delight me with their commenty goodness and love <3
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Seeing Brian at work the next day was the tiniest bit bizarre. He wasn't facing me when I walked into the kitchen to find him searing tiger shrimp and keeping an eye on a bubbling pot of seafood marinara. He was dressed in kitchen uniform, but his hair was still forever standing in soft dark spikes. There were a few other people around him arranging salads and cutting up tomatoes, chives and parsley. Dominic, a young and aspiring new chef looked up and saw me standing there, lost in observation and biting at my bottom lip. He smiled and nodded. "Good day Mr. Baker." Dominic greeted me. Brian's perked up like a jack rabbit and then turned around to discover me staring right back at him. As expected, he gave me that knowing smirk that was laced with mischief and wonder.
"Baker, you're here finally." Brian said from across the room.
"Haner, your shrimp is on fire." I pointed to the skillet licking with orange flames behind him.
Brian turned around in shock. "Jesus!" He yelled before moving the pan onto the opposite element.
A college student I'd hired for kitchen prep walked by, carrying a bag of flour and Brian stopped him. "You! Put that sauce on that shrimp with the whole wheat pasta and serve it up." Brian commanded.
"But, I'm just food prep..." Said the kid as he looked between Brian and I, seemingly confused about who to turn to with questions. I supposed my presence was a little ennerving since I was the owner of the restaurant, and I called the shots. I was the one to impress.
"Well you've been promoted for five minutes." Said Brian as he smacked the kid encouragingly on the shoulder before crossing the room to get to me.
"What are you doing? You have work to do Brian." I remarked.
"And so do you, but I don't see you doing anything but checking me out from behind." Brian replied as he grabbed my arms and pulled me towards my office.
"Be quiet!" I hissed at him.
"Don't be ashamed Zack-Attack, lots of people find themselves involuntarily drooling over me."
I scoffed as Brian gripped my arm harder. "That wasn't the least bit conceited."
"There's a difference betwen being conceited and being convinced." Said Brian with a chuckle.
I said nothing until he opened the door to my office and pushed me inside after flicking the light switch on. He then turned to me as I leaned up against my desk.
"So did ya miss me?" Brian asked as he approached, stopping inches away from me.
"I would love to tell you how much I rued over your leaving my house yesterday, but it wasn't so bad." I said with a suggestive smirk.
"Yeah, I can see you're all torn up over it." Said Brian before he reached out and took hold of my chin. "But I did miss those sweet lips and hearing them beg for me."
"Please stop. Not while we're at work." I said, averting my expression to the floor.
Brian sighed and crossed his arms. "What is it now? We were doing pretty well. What's eating you?"
"Nothing is eating me. I just don't want people at work knowing we're... we... well."
"That we're fucking?" Brian finished for me.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed.
"Whatever Zack, if something is up, you can tell me. I can take a hint." Brian said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"No!" I cried. "It's not that at all."
Brian cocked an eyebrow expectantly, awaiting my presumably inevitable explanation when really, I had nothing. There maybe have existed a reason why I didn't want my co-workers and employees knowing about Brian and I, such as policy and reputation and decency, but I'd leave that up to him to realize. Besides, we only had sex, you don't go around telling everyone all about it the next day.
"Please don't tell me this is one of those, 'I'm in the closet and I don't wanna come out just yet' type things." Brian said mockingly.
"I'm not even in a closet. So it can't be that." I responded spitefully, beginning to get a little angry with Brian.
"You have to be in some type of closet. You don't just sleep with a guy for no reason." Brian pointed out.
"Branding sexuality is stupid. You love who you love, you fuck who you fuck."
Brian waved his hand insouciantly. "Anyways, can you tell me what crawled up your ass today?"
I glowered at him, but opened my mouth to speak anyway. "I don't need these people knowing the shit I've done with you. Nobody will take me seriously anymore if they know."
Brian just laughed at me when it was his turn to speak. He walked around my desk and dropped himself into my chair, picking up a pen and fiddling with it as he leaned back. "That would be the talk of the town."
I nodded with my eyes wide as he came to the same conclusion that I had. "Yeah it would, and nobody would take you seriously either. It's completely unprofessional."
Brian laughed again. "What? You don't think I've dated co-workers before? Nobody cares. It's a beautiful partnership, two talented men working side by side that are also seeing each other. Makes everything more meaningful. The press loves it."
"This isn't even about dating. This about keeping my personal life out of my work life. And I've done well to stay away from the press."
"Nah, the press is too busy running after the actors and models in Huntington. Nobody cares about chefs and who's ass their hittin'." Brian said with a laugh.
I looked at him sternly. "Please, I'm serious about this Brian."
He sighed and tossed my pen back on the desk. I winced, trying to hold back a comment about Brian being a slob. He looked up at me and smiled.
"So I only get to act like I like you outside of work?" He asked.
I didn't reply to him, I didn't know how to. What was I to say to something like that so I wouldn't make myself seem like a complete asshole.
"That's not fair. What about the wonderful time we had together the other night?"
"That wasn't even supposed to happen!" I exclaimed.
Brian's mouth parted but no words were uttered. He stared up at me, big cocoa colored eyes glinting into my emeralds as though he were waiting for me to announce my mistake. But I kept my lips sealed and stared right back at him, speechless.
"Wasn't supposed to happen? How can you even say that?" Brian asked me, appearing shocked or appauled, or maybe even hurt.
I swallowed hard. "Look, we had a romantic night. It was beautiful and the sex was great. But we're co-workers. Nothing is supposed to come of this."
"Then why'd you let me suck your dick the next day? If you knew that 'nothing could come of this' why did you take advantage of the fact that I like you?"
"I did not take advantage of you! How dare you say that!" I scoffed.
Brian smiled cockily. "Yes, you did Zack. You took advantage of one of your employees, plain as day."
"You're such a fucking prick Brian!" Yelled I, clenching my fists in anger.
Brian wagged his finger at me, that smile still splayed across his lips. "I'm not the prick this time. Listen to yourself Zack. You're being the biggest brat about this. You fucked me, claimed that it was beautiful, forced me to admit that I like you and then you have the audacity to tell me it means nothing to you because we work together. That, dear Zachary, is the worst case of prick that I have ever encountered. So you can fuck right off with the whole 'Brian's a prick' thing, because everyone in this place knows that you're the hugest asshole of us all. You are the cherry on top of the douchebag sundae, babe."
"Get out of my office." I said quietly.
He crossed his arms and looked away from me. "Brian, I said get out of my office now."
"No."
"Yes."
"No thanks."
"Get the fuck out of my office before I snap."
Brian leered right at me, mocking me like I was his parent and not his boss. "You're only mad because I'm right. You know that you're a selfish little spoiled brat and you've finally met somebody that has the balls to shove it back in your face. I'm a challenge to you, and you don't like it. Because you've been handed everything on a silver platter whereas people like me have had to work for their success."
"How the fuck would you know? You don't know a thing about me." I claimed.
"Yes but the people who do know you have told me all about you. So quit being daddy's little princess and act like a fucking man for once."
I gasped and felt hot blood rush into my face, turning me red from ear to ear. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. "Get the fuck out of my office right now or you're fired! I fucking mean it! Don't you ever say anything about my father EVER! You son of a bitch!"
Brian got up out of my chair and circled the desk, heading towards the door. I knew he was going to turn back, so I readied myself by crossing my arms and scowled at him, hoping he might burst if I glared hard enough. To my complete prediction, Brian turned back around before leaving. "I feel sorry for you Zack. You're still a young boy."
I said nothing in return. I was too astonished that he would use my father's name so disrespectfully when he knew about my parents. His words echoed over and over inside my head as I took a seat on my office chair that was still warm from Brian's presence. As much as I hated to admit it, Brian was right about me being a spoiled brat. He was not, however, right about my taking advantage of him. I wanted him just as bad as he'd wanted me. I was just more civil and discreet about the people I've had sex with. I didn't want anybody at Milan Verde to think less of me or even Brian. No, I was too proficient to let our careers be compromised over just one night. I couldn't have people knowing that I fucked one of my own employees. Even if it was the best sex I'd ever had.
I'm a challenge to you, and you don't like it. Brian's words ringing in my ears.
Even the thought of him being so right was bitter on my tongue. Eversince he arrived, he was showing me my every error. This one was no different. This one was huge. When I thought about it, I realized how much of a brat I was and always have been. I just never encountered someone that was as big a brat as I was.
I thought of my dad and tried to think of what he would do in my situation. I then came to the conclusion that he wouldn't do anything. Not a damn thing. For he was too much of a man to get himself in the position I was in. I was all alone and confused, not sure if I should accept Brian, or push him away. I didn't know if I could make the sacrifice of my reputation to keep him or if I could live my life knowing what kind of person he could have made me. I rested my head on my arms and just breathed. Just thought. For a moment or two. Or several.
He was better than me. That's what he was. Brian was always right about everything, and I was wrong. I regretted yelling at him and threatening him when he was only trying to set things straight between us, like a real man would.
I was no man. I was just a fucking princess. Just like Brian said.
******
My apologies for the faulty link in the last chapter. I got a few messages saying that the link to chapter eight was really for seven. I fixed it in this chapter, but was too lazy to fix the links in chapter eight :) Also I'd like to apologize again for the lack of substance in this chapter. I made it as long as possible without it getting boring. But don't fret, more action packed Synacky drama is soon to come my pretties!
Love
shorthorror
he should give brian a long and loving BJ as an apology, lol