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#seriously this year im ghostwriting your entire fucking novel
savage-rhi · 1 year
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“I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”
damon + adam please 🥺
@nemodoren here ya go bby! 💙
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"You never told me why a hot shot such as yourself ended up here." Adam grinned, his eyes carding over Damon while observing him finishing off the rest of the cake slices a co-worker provided.
"Well," Damon sighed, smiling for a moment before taking another mouthful. "That part was always...complicated."
"How so?" Adam canted his head curiously while he adjusted in his seat. His smile remained even as Damon gave him a stare that could intimidate most into backing away.
"Impatient much? Let me finish eating, and I'll tell you." Damon said with a huff. The tone of his voice erred on the side of teasing. After a few more bites, he licked the underside of his fork then sat the plastic silverware down. Carding his right hand through his locks, Damon furrowed his brows and sighed.
"Let's just say I find more pleasure in the trenches than I do with the top brass."
"Translation, please? I'm afraid I don't speak Boomer." Adam chuckled. His smile only grew when he saw Damon shake his head and let out a laugh.
"I may be older than you, but I'm not that dated." Damon reached for his coffee mug and took a gulp. Sitting the mug down he continued. "There was a time in my life where I was up there in terms of popularity with journalism. A bit of a celebrity. At least I had the makings of becoming one."
"What sort of stories did you go after?" Adam asked curiously.
"Nothing like what's done here, I assure you." Damon shrugged. "My work consisted of uplifting popular fashion designers. You know, the likes of Milan, Galas, that sort of thing. I wrote ass kissing articles if I'm being honest. Anyhow, it was steady work and I became well acquainted with many in the entertainment and fashion industry. I had plans of moving to LA at one point."
"Wow," Adam raised his brows, shaking his head in disbelief. "And I bet you were rolling in hundred dollar bills."
"More or less."
"Why give that up for some place like..." Adam gestured around their office space. "This."
Damon's expression shifted. His eyes looking more morose. It was in stark contrast to the slight smile that remained on his lips, still amused by Adam's questions.
"Not everyone is your friend in this field," Damon murmured. "I put my trust in the wrong people, the wrong person."
Adam hesitated before deciding to take the plunge. "Define wrong person."
"An ex," Damon nodded as if reassuring himself it was alright to speak up on the matter. "Long story short, she and I had our problems and said problems ended up entangling in our working relationship. I was more or less blacklisted."
"Oh," The pain in Damon's voice had Adam regretting having pried. He had never heard Damon sound so insecure before. It was out of character for a man of his caliber.
"I can't believe I'm telling you this." Damon laughed, shaking his head.
"I can't either if I'm being real with you." Adam smiled. "I thought I was going to have to blackmail you to get anything like that out."
Damon smirked and averted his gaze. "I'm not always a bastard. Contrary to popular belief."
"I can tell," Adam said softly.
A long pause embraced the two men as they ruminated in their own thoughts. Each of them enjoying the silence before Adam cleared his throat, breaking the trance.
"I'm glad you told me. I'll go a bit easier on you."
"So no more jokes about me having a small dick because my personality sucks?"
"Hey, I never said I was through with those."
Both Damon and Adam laughed. Each of them feeling a wave of anxiety and happiness brew in their chest.
"For what it's worth," Adam began. "It's great you're here."
"Thanks." Damon nodded. For the first time in months, he truly allowed one of Adam's compliments to settle and take root. Perhaps he could put quitting on the backburner for now.
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