Submission~ [ BL ]

It was past noon when I reached the Los Mansion. I look at the enormous mansion which was situated infront of me. It had everything a man could want.. Swimming pool, tennis court, backyard, stable for horses and what not? Name it.

The black iron door opened with a creek sound as I took my first step into the said property. A man with black suit, black tie and black sunglasses stand tall in front of me... What in the "men in black"? He took my suitcase without a word and motioned me to follow.

I follow him till we enter the mansion, the interior was even more stunning. The dim aura of the mansion gave off a homely vibe which calmed my nerves. The guard, with the buzzcut closed the door as the other one carrying my suitcase settles my belongings on the floor.

He commanded me to stay at my place until.. Mr Los comes and meet me before he takes off. So, I did as he said. I waited and in around ten minutes- Mr Los appears.

Mr Los, a self-made billionaire. His growth was odd.. He launched his company with the name "Lost Scent" He sold perfumes of different variety from different countries, the odd part is.. The establishment.

He established his company in 2023..Two Years back in the amidst of a chaos. The chaos when every businessman was divided into two major groups. Mafias, politicians, businessmen, powerful people.. All were involved just because of one person.. One Single Person.

At that time, every company was in loss therefore starting a new one was completely unexpected.. Plus the profit was not guaranteed. But still in this condition he began the journey of his company and reached the place where he is now.

He was holding a cigarette in between his teeth as he looked at me. "Oh! My child, welcome to Los Mansion. You start today right?" He said with his Infectious smile. I nod as a reply. He lend his hand out, i take it in mine as we shake our hands. "It's an honor to meet you Mr Los" He just let out a warm laugh "Indeed, Indeed. Well then, John will take you to your room and inform you about the rules and your duties" He exhales the smoke as he takes the cigarette in between his finger and point towards the buzzcut guard.. Named John.

I bow, as he left the living room and went away. John, pick up my suitcase as he start to walk away, I follow him.

"Since, when are you working here?" I tried making small talks. "1 year" He answers in stoicism. "Cool" That was the most awkward shit I had said my entire life.

"What's your name pretty boy?" He opens the door and settle the suitcase inside the empty room. "Gabriel.. Woods" I reply as I cough due to the dust in the room, it was as if it was not used for about a decade or so. The guard snarls "what a corny ass name" I look at him through the corner of eyes.. Dick.. I thought in my mind. "Can't help it, my grandmother gave me this name" I lied with a smile which was hiding my annoyance at this.. Gentleman. "No wonder" He snarls again as he left the room. Asshole.. I mumble to myself.

I look around the room and find out spider webs, dust, random ass tin can and a ton of garbage. This was definitely not what I was expecting.

I went out of my room, my room was the corner most room on the floor. I look around to get a bit familiar with the place. There was another door parallel to mine but it was locked so I paid no attention to it.

I went towards the living room to find a gaurd or someone who is familiar with this place. I found a man..dressed same as the guards as I pat his shoulder. "Excuse me?" I call out for him. "Yes? "

As he turned around.. I was mesmerized, he had light brown eyes with curly black hairs, tanned skin- flawless skin. His hairs were messy but put together at the same time. His long nose, dark circles which just made him look hotter.. Damn, I am gay as hell.

"Um.. Mate?" He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes. "Oh.. Oh! I am sorry" I say as I got flustered. He let out a chuckle.. "What is it?" I blush and collect myself.. "I wanted a mop and maybe some cleaning tools" "And why would you need them?" "To clean.. My room?" I say as if it was the most obvious thing "Which nasty room are you living in? All the rooms here are squeaky clean." "Guess, mine is an exception.. Unfortunately." I scratch my left arm.

"Which room are you in?" "The last one.." The guard looked at me and mumble something to himself which was not audible to me. "I will.. Get them to your room soon" He said and left.. Without any other word.

I see him go away as I just turn around and march towards my room.. As I enter my room, I find for a place to sit on as the bed was definitely not an option. I decided to sit on the suitcase as I wait for the person I talked with before. I look at the only working thing in the room which was the clock.. An antique, brown, beautiful clock. My eyes drifted to the door when I heard a knock.

"What's up?" The guard from before. "It's nothing, just looking at the watch" I say as I get up and take the cleaning supplies from him. "What's your name?" I ask him. "Alex Archer, what about you?" "That's a nice name.. Mine is Gabriel Wood. " "That's pretty cor-" "Yes, I know it's a corny name"

Alex chuckles as he looks at me.. "What's with the surname though? Are you living in the 80s?" I look back at him, maintaining eyes contact as I laugh "Not really, I was raised in an orphanage and everyone had the same surname there.. Wood. The old man who was the owner was named William Wood. So, you get the deal right?" Alex smiled as he looked away hiding it. "I do" He simply said as he straighten up. "Well, Gabriel. I wish I could had helped but I need to go. I have a date with my fiancee. " I look at him shocked.. Damn.. I thought. "Sure! It's alright, enjoy the date." I say with false enthusiasm.

He smiled "Well, I am Mr Los right hand. So, if you need anything just call me." He give me a card. "Got it" I say as I wave him Goodbye and he left. Shit! I roll my eyes.. Every hot or nice guy is already taken. Good for him though. I mumble to myself.

I close the door and turn around to look at the mess. I sigh as I wear the gloves Alex gave me with the other supplies, I take out the garbage bag as I begin to collect the scarp, cans and any other thing which was garable and put them into the garabage bag.

I dust my hands of as I look at the hit better mess around me. "This is gonna take a long time" I mumble to myself as I tied up the filled bag. I take out the duster as I get on top of the bed and clean out the web on the edges of the ceiling and almost all over the walls. It took quiet sometime and some pain in the arm until I was done. "This is getting no wherever" I scrath my left arm. A habit I had developed over the last few years whenever I am nervous or anxious.

It's been an hour since I started and it's looking no better than before. I sigh as I take the bedsheet dust them off put them into the bucket which Alex provided as well, dust off the floor using a broom, dust off the matress on the bed, mop the floor, clean the bed edge, the walls, the cupboard and the wardrobe.

"Much better" I smile proudly as I see the room. It was still empty as I haven't settle my things in here. At the end of the cleaning session I had 2 big garbage bag filled up to the brim.

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, it was buzz cut guard from before. "What is it?" I ask him.

"I am sorry, but I got you in the wrong room." He say as he stood there. I look at him covered in dust as I let out an unexpected sneeze. "You serious?"