Mr. Edwards, C.E.O., Billionaire, Musclestud Parts 1-6

[wshpmus]

I've started working on the prequel to my Zombie Muscle saga... in the meantime, thought I'd post this one.  As always, I'm very much looking for feedback on what you all do and don't like... Thanks.

 

 

Mr. Edwards, C.E.O., Billionaire, Musclestud

 

"Mr. Edwards will see you now," the receptionist gently nodded her head towards the men sitting in the corporate law offices private executive waiting area.  The four men stood and walked into an empty conference room the young lady gestured towards.  They were all slightly surprised to see that the large table that was always present in this kind of room had been cleared away, all but for one large leather chair at the far end, adjacent to the inner office door next to it.  For some reason, without being told to do so, the four men lined up side by side facing the door, waiting.   They'd each come for the same reason, answering a personal call inquiring about their body-guarding experience  and being told that a very lucrative job opportunity was soon to be available.  What they hadn't expected was the presence of the other candidates, each having assumed the job was already theirs.

 

They waited only a moment before the door they all faced opened.  Mr. Edwards walked in while still talking on a cell phone.  He  made the slightest of nods to the men, indicating he was aware of their presence, but sat down and continued the conversation he was occupied with.  The men were divided in their thoughts.  Two of them noticed the $2000 suit Mr. Edwards wore and pondered their own salary possibilities.  One of the men listened attentively to the the phone conversation he was having, hoping to gain insight into the man they were about to interview with.  The last man was staring past the fancy suit and trappings of the room, he was trying to take measure of what was behind the suit, and if he was correct it seemed to change their circumstances significantly.

 

"Gentleman,"  Mr. Edwards began to address them as he clicked the phone shut without any closing salutations to the party he was speaking with.  "Time is money, I don't have to tell you this, nor will I again.  Let's get to it.  You all know why you are here, and I'm looking for the best.  So far you are the 'best' my people could find, so, for the moment, I am trusting their judgement and we shall soon see if they are correct.  Let's begin with hand to hand."  And with that Mr. Edwards stood and began to loosen the Windsor knot of his Hermes tie.  "Prepare yourselves however you prefer for physical exertion".  In another moment his jacket was off and laid across the back of the chair, then he quickly undid the buttons of his dress shirt and without hesitation pulled it off and away in a business like manner.  Tossing it on the side of the chair he now turned to face the four men and swung his arms a few times in large circles to loosen up his now uncovered torso.

 

Three of the men's mouths fell open in astonishment at the silver haired executive with the deeply tanned and prodigiously muscled body.  They were still pulling off their own jackets when they were stopped in their tracks by the sudden unveiling of this phenomenally superior athletic physique.  Only the one man who had suspected that Mr. Edwards was more than he appeared had stripped off his own coat in time to react when the gray haired Adonis sprang at them all at once.  They were racing to keep up with what was happening.  This job interview had nothing to do with questions or discussion but was a purely physical evaluation, handled by their prospective boss who's 240lb plus frame of lethal looking brawn and power was now coming at them with every intent of finding out what exactly they were capable of.

 

Mr. Edwards two huge vein roped arms came up in unison and clothes-lined the two nearest men, dropping them instantly to the floor in a heap.  He snapped back from the forward motion and caught the next man with an elbow to the neck that sent him down to the carpet with the others.  He turned quickly to face man number four who was the only one prepared to face him. His guard up, he was in a martial arts protective stance and countered the first two blindingly fast blows that Mr. Edwards launched against him.  He returned two of his own that were effortlessly blocked and before he could repeat another attack the silver head spun and dropped him to the floor with a quick but highly devastating head butt.  "I'll give you a minute to catch your breath, then we can try that again gentlemen.  Perhaps you were holding back?  I do want your best effort here."  Mr. Edwards had turned to face the mirror hanging at the end of the conference room, and as he caught his own reflection he flexed his own muscles in a quick movement of rippling mass, peaking and relaxing the densely packed musculature.  A slight smile spread over his face as he did, then his attention was turned back to the four struggling applicants.  "I trust your next efforts will be a bit more formidable?"

 

"Hey you fuckin' blind-sided us.  Cheap shot asshole," one of the clothes-lined men blurted out without a second thought at calling his future boss an asshole.  He started to pull off his jacket then shucked off his turtleneck sweater quickly, his eyes locked onto Mr. Edwards in case he made a move.  The other three also gathered together some sense of composure and readiness, pulling off more heavy clothing.  All thickly muscled they each had formidable bodies, though lacking in the aesthetic beauty they saw in this gray haired superman  bare chested before them.   Ranging in body weight from 200 to 260 pounds they carried the size to pose a challenge, but whether or not they had the skill remained to be seen.

 

"I don't think any attack on the street is going to come with a warning," Mr. Edwards spoke crisply, " however, seeing as you might not have been expecting an aggressive action here in my offices I'll let you all prepare yourselves mentally this time. "

He paused as they all stood, peeled off whatever remaining clothes they wanted to and took a fighting stance.  "Good, if you're ready now, let us continue."

 

"All four of us at once, against just you?" the guy who'd shucked his turtleneck asked, clenching his ham like fists.

 

Mr. Edwards looked at him like he was the most pathetic, insignificant human being he had ever seen.  "Yes, Mr. Palatoni, since there are only four of you here today I'll have to make do.  And if I'm lucky, perhaps I'll even break a sweat."  Mr. Edwards leaned his head side to side in a short sharp motion, the vertebrae of his neck making a loud cracking noise as he did.  The quick preparatory gesture added to his lethally intimidating presence.  His relaxed muscles showed the kind of deep cuts that only appeared on the most chiseled of competition bodybuilders, the paper thin skin revealed muscle striations across every one of his large and prominent muscle groups. The thinness of his extremely narrow waist was set off by the two perfect rows of his enviable eight pack.  Relaxed, his body already gave off such an aura of controlled intense power that it was hard to believe that any of them could better him in combat.  His matter of fact comment only reinforced the intimidation factor he had over all four of these challengers.

 

And more importantly, Mr. Edwards had what it took to back up what he said.  The exchange was ridiculously brief.  He let them come at him this time and like a martial arts master, which of course he was, he dispatched them with smooth deliberate movements whose grace and apparent ease betrayed the power behind each blow.  Vincent Palatoni he saved for last.  When the other three were knocked to the ground and in varying states of conciousness Mr. Edwards chose to play with Vincent a bit, tossing his huge bulk across the room with only the effort of a wrists flick.  He took two long strides across the room and picked up the biggest of the four men like he was weightless, pressing his body over his head majestically while he admired the sight of his own physique once again in the conference room mirror, then tossed the large man once more across the room.  Standing over Vincent, Mr. Edwards looked down and smirked at the former golden gloves champion.  Bending over he took one of Vincent's meaty paws in his hand and spread out his fingers.  The dazed man looked up to see this silver haired Adonis look down into his eyes and without blinking snap the bone of his index finger like he was breaking a breadstick at lunch.  "See my secretary on your way out, she'll see that your compensated for the medical expenses."  Mr. Edwards walked over to the leather chair and retrieved his shirt, buttoning it back up as he addressed the man on the floor clutching his finger in pain, "In the future you might want to rethink who you call an asshole Mr. Palatoni."

 

Mr Edwards turned and left the room without another word, wondering to himself if the next batch might be any more of a challenge.  As he suspected, he hadn't even broken a sweat.

[OldFashioned]

One of my favorites from you 

[Ro20316]

If he ever finds someone worthy. He will make sure top keep him at all cost

[wshpmus]

Mr. Edwards, CEO - Part 2

 

 

Noah Chambers walked quickly across the spacious penthouse living room, glancing down momentarily at the notes on his Ipad screen.  "You must be Antonio," he extended his hand towards the stunningly handsome man who rose up from the leather clad bench that ran along the panoramic floor to ceiling windows.

 

"Yes, I am Antonio," the man smiled seductively, "It is a pleasure to meet you."  His Italian accent was the real thing.  Noah made a mental note of that.  "The view here, she is spectacular."

 

Noah smiled pleasantly, every guest who ever visited Mr. Edward's penthouse made the same remark.  "Yes, quite beautiful," he offered in return.  "Now take your shirt off please."

 

Antonio's eyebrow shot up before he spoke.  "Ah yes, I see, we get right to business.  That is ok, I like everything I see very much, that is no problem."  He began to undo the buttons of his shirt while giving Noah his best smoldering gaze.  As he began to open up his shirt front and spread it back, pulling it off, he stepped in towards Noah putting himself in easy reach.

 

Noah waited to see Antonio's bare torso, appraising the goods quickly, then focusing his attention back on his Ipad, pulling up screens and making notations.  "Thank you, you can put your shirt back on."

 

"Back on?" Antonio looked more puzzled than offended.  "There is something wrong?  You no like Antonio."

 

"You look like an Armani runway model, who wouldn't like you," Noah said still staring at his screen, "but I'm not your client."  Looking up from his notes Noah saw that Antonio was still confused.  He clarified.  "You are not being hired for your services to please ME Antonio.  My employer, who will be your client, is a busy man and doesn't like to waste time.  I screen all of his…" Noah searched for the right word, "…companions."

 

"Ah!  Ho capito," Antonio reverted to his native tongue.

 

"I'm glad you understand.  Good.  Let's move on then.  I'm scheduling you for tomorrow night.  If my employer likes you we might possibly book you again on a semi-regular basis, that will wait to be determined.  He is a top only, you bottom."  Noah glanced up to see if Antonio was getting this.  The handsome escort nodded.  "Good.  Oral, might be mutual, but most often he prefers receiving.  He can be very verbal, follow his lead if he is.  He's also very visual, lights on, always, he wants to see your pretty face."

 

Antonio bobbed his head up and down, making it clear he understood what was expected of him.  "And may I ask, just so I know, is Mr.________, …. ah, what do I call him?"

 

"Sir."

 

"Is the Mr., Sir, is he very old, fat, ugly?  It helps to be ready, you know, in my head."

 

"Yes," Noah could easily imagine what a paid companion might sometimes have to go to bed with.  "You will be pleasantly surprised, I'm quite sure of that."

 

"He's no too bad looking eh?"

 

"Let me put it this way, if George Clooney had a brother, George would not be the handsome one."  Noah smiled at the look of surprise on Antonio's face, before he added, "And let's just say he likes to work out too."

 

"Madonna…"  the escort muttered under his breath, suddenly looking forward to tomorrow evening for more reasons than a paycheck.

 

"Oh, and there's no kissing," Noah added.  "No kissing on the mouth," he clarified.  "And one last thing.  No profanity."

 

"Cosa?," Antonio must not have understood the word.

 

"No swearing.  No 'shit', no 'fuck', no bad language."  Antonio looked at Noah with an expression that said, it was the oddest request he'd ever had.  Noah just responded, "Trust me on this one."

 

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It was six a.m. and Noah Chambers inserted his key into the private elevator lock and hit PH3.  Mr. Edwards penthouse took up the entire top three floors of the exclusive building and he was going to the third level, on the east side, that housed the ridiculously well appointed home gymnasium.  It was their daily ritual to go over schedules each morning while Mr. Edwards worked out.  Noah had taken the personal assistant job exactly eleven and a half months ago, never dreaming that it would become such an all consuming part of his life.  Not that his life had been all that demanding before this.  He was well educated and phenomenally bright, but had never found a real calling in life, a passion that drove him.  He envied those people who knew so clearly what they wanted to do, whose careers were focused and fulfilling.  Noah Chambers had drifted from job to job after grad school, never happy with any of the fields he worked in, and there had been quite a few.  How he'd stumbled into this position, well it was an odd story in itself, but once he'd taken on this role which demanded so much of his time and attentions, he found that he quite liked it.  Somehow it suited his nature and skills.  He felt a strange satisfaction in doing his job well and supporting Mr. Edwards, whose dynamic presence had become the center of his own world.

 

Noah came into the gym with his cup of coffee, put down his bag and settled into "his" chair, the only piece of regular furniture in the room.  He pulled up the daily calendar on his Ipad and the day began.

 

"You have the Dubai people at 9.  Margaret is setting them up, Research & Development present at 9:15, Mitchell takes it from there and then teams two and three.  Do you want  a break at 10:30?"

 

"Yes, probably a good idea."  Mr. Edwards was already somewhere in the middle of his abs routine, a slick sheen of sweat glistening off his shredded mid section.  He never wore a shirt when he worked out, something Noah had taken weeks to get used to.  Now the site of his boss, even completely naked, had become so commonplace that it no longer distracted him.

 

"In conference one or out on the terrace?,"  Noah asked.

 

"I don't know.  Opinions?"

 

"Weather's beautiful today, the terrace impresses, offers a level of civility that's appropriate for them.  But inside marketing can present while they eat, if times a constraint."

 

"Outside."  Mr. Edwards decided, liking the input.

 

Noah went on, "Dubai fills the morning and lunch.  At 2 you have a board meeting with the museum people, should be brief today.  3:30 is Forbes interview, you've postponed twice."

 

"Yes, keep that."

 

"Then airport by 4:30.  The gala is tonight, this one's not black tie.  I can do pre-flight filing if you want to pilot?  Or should I have Walter on standby?"  Noah hated when Mr. Edwards flew the company jet, it always meant more work for him, but he understood the diversion it provided.

 

"Let Walter fly this one, " Mr. Edwards grunted out through a heavy set of dumbbell curls, appraising his own reflection in the mirrored wall as the blood flushed into the working muscles.  "Have you arranged someone for later tonight?"

 

"Yes, someone new.  Italian, 6'2", chiseled, you'll like him."

 

"I'm sure I will Chambers, thank you.  You always have excellent taste."  Mr. Edwards racked the weights and posed for himself, evaluating his own physique with the critical eye of a master sculptor.  He flared out his triceps a second time, trying to decide if he was satisfied with their proportion to his biceps, and concluding that they were indeed quite perfectly in balance.

 

Noah glanced up, not directly at Mr. Edwards but at his reflection in the mirrors, and he too appraised the physical perfection before him.  He knew that he let nothing at all register on his face.  He never let Mr. Edwards see the lust that he carried inside him every day for the past eleven and a half months.  He was smart enough to know that if he revealed that secret longing, to show outwardly how crazed with desire he was for this beautifully perfect man, his job would soon come to an end.  Mr. Edwards discarded those admirers that came in and out of his bedroom, the countless escorts, male and female, that he fucked and dominated.  They pleased him for a short time and then they disappeared from his world.  Noah wasn't going to let that happen to him.  He relished his place inside Mr. Edwards world, even if he could never dream of stepping beyond his place in it, the faithful and efficient loyal assistant.  That was enough for him.

 

Noah watched Mr. Edwards pick up a larger set of weights and move into another set of exercises.  He picked up his bag and headed back towards the elevator, knowing he'd see his boss shortly at the office, the glorious body once again hidden under an expensive, impeccable, suit.  He stepped into the elevator cab and turned around facing the doors, hitting the ground floor button and glancing up for a second at the focused superman shrugging massive weights as thick trapezius muscles bunched up on either side of his impressive neck.

 

Only after the doors closed did Mr. Edwards eyes turn away from his own beautiful reflection and look towards the spot where Noah Chambers had just been standing.

 

[DawnFire98]

This story somehow intrigues me. Am curious to see more!

[boardman]

Very hot story can’t wait to see the next chapter 

[ploder4]

What makes me think that Mr. Edwards will let Noah in on his secret muscle world?

[mczapl]

Great story! Looking forward to reading further chapters!

[wshpmus]

Mr. Edwards, CEO - Part 3

 

 

Noah waited for Mr. Edwards to finish telling him what time he wanted the legal team to meet today, then he looked at the incoming caller ID on his phone and held up a finger indicating to his boss that he needed a moment to take the call.

 

"Norton," Noah began, addressing the luxury building's doorman, "I already gave you today's list of visitors and no one is due until this evening."  Noah knew packages and anything else were automatically attended to by the staff, a call from the front desk was unusual.

 

"I'm sorry Mr. Chambers but I have a very persistent guest here," Norton offered in a mildly distressed tone.

 

"At 6:15 a.m.  Really?"

 

"I know, I've put him off twice yesterday, I had your instructions, but this one keeps coming back.  I thought you should know."

 

"Who is it?," Noah asked.

 

"That tall Italian guy from last Monday evening.  The looker.  I was on duty last Monday, I remembered him."

 

Noah rolled his eyes and sighed, which caught Mr. Edwards attention.  "What?," his employer stated more than asked.

 

"Antonio, last Mondays evening amusement is in the lobby, apparently his third visit.  I imagine he wants access and is doing his best to charm the doorman, to no avail."

 

Mr. Edwards quietly chuckled, "Oh that one.  He didn't want to accept any payment at the end of the night, he was hoping for a marriage proposal and an invitation to pick out china patterns…"

 

Noah let a small smile cross his face, more at the fact that Mr. Edwards made a very rare joke than at the situation with the moonstruck hooker.  "Another one, this really is becoming a bad habit," Noah playfully admonished his boss.

 

"Yes, unfortunately it is."  Mr. Edwards returned to another set of hanging leg lifts, with four sets of weights strapped to each ankle.  His response enough for Noah to know what to do.

 

"Norton, please make it clear to the gentleman that his services here will not be needed again, he is not to return to the premises under any circumstances, and if he does return the police will be called to escort him out."

 

"Got it."

 

"Thanks."  Noah ended the call and returned to his daily note taking routine with the boss.  "So, while we're on that topic, any specific requests for tomorrow's amusement?  Any repeat guests you'd like to invite back or…"

 

"Something different.  Surprise me."

 

"Not a problem," Noah made some notations on his Ipad, then asked, "and what about the Bodyguard applicants, you haven't had any new ones in awhile?"

 

"True.  It does seem rather pointless," he stated as a fact, one that Noah couldn't disagree with, especially watching the almost naked, jock clad man putting his extraordinary body through it's morning paces.  "Unless you find someone exceptional, we can skip it."

 

Noah nodded and made more notes.  A thought occurred to him, there was a set of bodybuilding identical twins on one of his lists, with martial arts training and a reputation for selling sexual favors on the side.  The pair might make an interesting choice for Mr. Edwards nightly company, and possibly qualify for the bodyguard position at the same time.  A two for one prospect.  He knew the man who liked to be continually challenged would appreciate this appointment.  Noah made a note to book it later in the day.

Mr. Edwards moved on to the Smith machine and cross over cable rows, and Noah took a moment to look at the deeply etched striations of the working chest muscles before telling himself he had work to do, and pulling his attention back where it belonged.

 

"Are you feeding the lawyers today?," Noah asked, back to business.

 

"No, they need to stay hungry."  Mr. Edwards smiled, but whether from what he'd just said or the sight of his own growing chest, Noah wasn't sure.

 

 

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"Good night Carmichael, I'll finish up here," Noah said to Mr. Edwards' butler as he started to leave the suite for the servant's quarters on the floor below.

 

"Good night Mr. Chambers," the butler said with the merest of bows as he turned and left Noah and the two large guests.

 

"Gentlemen, I think I hear Mr. Edwards now, excuse me please.  Oh, and once again, try to remember, no swearing."  Both men shrugged their shoulders indifferently at the odd reminder.

 

"Yeah whatever," one of the 250 pound twins answered back, pulling at the black posers riding up his well shaped ass cheek.  He turned to his similarly clad brother and squeezed some more baby oil onto his hand and started working it across his twins thick slabs of back muscle where the other was unable to reach.

 

Noah walked towards the door, adjusting the overhead lighting so that a strong pin spot shone down on the two glistening behemoths.   Mr. Edwards turned the corner, already pulling at the tie of his black tuxedo then seeing the evenings entertainment waiting for him as if on stage.  He looked over at Noah for a moment and grinned.

 

"Oh well done Chambers, this should be fun."

 

"Thank you sir."  Noah left the three playmates to themselves, glancing back as he left the suite to see Mr. Edwards already pulling off his jacket eagerly.

 

The twins knew what was  expected of them, and both started slowly going through a competition style bodybuilding posing routine.  They even did it in unison, clearly used to displaying themselves together, side by side.  It invited comparison, but they were remarkably well matched, both men would be at home on any heavyweight competition stage and any judge would have a hard time choosing one over the other.  As their show continued it soon changed direction when the two brothers turned towards each other and began to touch each other's flexing muscles, softly stroking, then entwining themselves as they began to make out.  It was hot, there was no question the sight of these two monsters locked together and now sporting equally impressive large hard cocks that fought there way out of the small matching posers.  Each dick head glistening with baby oil from rubbing between the greased up washboards.

 

"That's certainly a hot start to the evening boys," Mr. Edwards interrupted ,"but don't you think it's time to let daddy join the party?"  He'd already let his tux jacket fall to the floor behind him and had begun to undo his shirt buttons when impatience won out and he took a fistful of shirt in each hand and simply tore the stiff white cotton off like it was tissue paper.  His perfectly tanned honey colored skin glowed in the spot lights above them, unlike the paler sun starved brothers who's skin, under these overhead lights, showed the tell tale bumps and unavoidable traces of acne brought on from years of steroid abuse, the baby oil highlighting the imperfections even more.  Mr. Edwards flawless richly hued skin made his formidable musculature even more pronounced.  His size was equal to the two hookers who were so used to showing off their own wares, and seeing that Mr. Edwards was clearly their senior by at least a decade or two it made it all the more mind boggling an unveiling.

 

One of the twins, who broke the lip lock with his brother when he heard the shirt tearing open, turned and said without thinking, "Holy shit, look at the mother-fucking body on Pops here!  Christ almighty you look like some jacked up twenty year old dude.

 

"Fuck man, you are shittin' me here with this," the brother joined in, "that is one ass kicking bitchin' damn body.  Sweeeeet."

 

"What say we take sum'a that prime ass for a…."  he wasn't able to finish his sentence.  The vice like grip of a well tanned pair of hands took him off his feet and threw him head over heels across the length of the living room.  His brother saw the look of shock on his own face as he saw himself flying face first into the plate glass mirror on the wall fifteen feet behind him.

 

The floodgates had opened.

 

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The legal team consisted of no less than twenty lawyers and they were spread out around the conference room table.  The meeting had been going on for two thirds of the day and outside the sun was already setting.  Noah hadn't gone in at all, and only spoke with Mr. Edwards a few times over the intercom.  These monthly, then weekly, then almost daily meetings had started nearly a year ago and were now about to come to an end.  When Mr. Edwards stood up, he smiled, a big showy smile, one that was seldom seen on his face, then he shook hands with two of the senior lawyers and left the meeting.  Noah watched through the plate glass wall and saw Mr. Edwards heading back to his office.  Instinctively he got up and followed him in, then stood waiting for any instructions before he left for the day.

 

"We're done."  Mr. Edwards announced.

 

"Yes, I gathered that," Noah wrinkled his brow indicating that was obvious.

 

"No.  I mean, 'we're done'," his boss said again, giving the phrase a bit more emphasis this time.

 

Now Noah's eyebrows raised up together, "Done?"

 

"Done."

 

"What do you mean done?"

 

"Done.  Over.  Ended.  Sold.  I sold the company."

 

"What!!?"

 

"Well, sold my majority shares, same thing.  I'm out."

 

Noah let that sink in.  He was processing the news quickly, but it had come out of left field, and it was difficult to wrap his head around what had just happened, and must have been happening for the last few months, at least.  "Wow," was all he could offer.

 

"I think it's time for some radical changes."

 

"Obviously," Noah said dryly, more out of shock than anything else.

 

"I apologize I didn't give you any warning of this, but I needed to keep this information…" he paused, "…protected.  But now that the deal is done, we're out of here."

 

"We," Noah asked.  "I still have a job then."

 

"Of course, why wouldn't you?  You're my assistant, not the corporations.  I don't think I could run my life without you Chambers, nor would I want to."

 

"Thank you sir."  Noah spoke on automatic.  His head was swimming with the revelation and wondering what exactly was the game plan here.  What was Mr. Edwards going to do with his life?  How could someone go from a ridiculously busy CEO of a huge corporation, who had nearly every hour of every day filled, to a 'non-working' person?  Was he still going to sit on the board of all those countless organizations and charities?  Was he taking on something new?  Traveling?  Retiring?  Taking up a sport?

 

Noah laughed to himself, thinking a 'sport', like golf or tennis, would be ridiculous for someone who trained like a marathon olympian and an ultimate fighting champion.  He'd be more likely to take up Navy Seal training or some lethal martial arts.  The thought of which now made Noah think of the phone call he got last night from Mr. Edwards butler.

 

Noah looked across the desk at Mr. Edwards and asked, "About last night?…"

 

"Ah yes, that.  I do apologize.  Things clearly got a bit out of hand."

 

"You think?," Noah couldn't hold back his sarcasm.  Things like last night, well, they were escalating.  It was becoming an ugly, repeated occurrence, and frankly, scared the hell out of him.

 

"Yes, as I said, I do apologize.  How are the gentlemen?"

 

"They'll be alright.  Your doctor and the hospital is handling it with discretion."  Noah looked at Mr. Edwards with the kind of scowl a parent would give a wayward child.

"This really mustn't happen again."

 

"I know you're quite right Chambers.  We'll need to work on that."  Mr. Edwards had unconsciously slid his hand underneath his necktie and was stroking his thick chest muscle through his shirt, absentmindedly.

 

"Yes,"  Noah said with more volume than he intended, "Yes, we will have to work on that, along with a few other things."

 

"What would I do without you Chambers?"

 

Noah wondered that too.

 

[Broody]

You are doing such a great job with this story, I'm hooked!