Daddy's Naughty Secret

　　LYRON

　　I took a deep breath as I walked into E&E entertainment industry. The building was tall and massive and the interior was luxuriously furnished making me gasp. This wasn't my first time entering the company building since I used to work here as a part-time janitor but I only got to enter at night during my shift. To think that one day I'd be able to work regularly here was definitely a dream come true.

　　"You must be Lyron," an older man on black sweat pants and matching sweat shirt approached me. He had bodyguards with him.

　　"Yes, I am," I answered nervously. I had barely made it to the receptionist desk before he walked up to me. Could he be a celebrity? He didn't look the part though and wasn't he too old to be one? I can't really wrap my head around this.

　　"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Steve, the manager of the star you're going to be working for," he stretched out his hand and I shook it nearly too quickly.

　　"Nice working with you, Manager Steve," I bowed my head as I shook his hand.

　　"Just call me Steve, everyone does. You're a tad too respectful, ain't bad though," he wore an amused smile. Ryan had told me before that I needed to work on how unnaturally polite I was since it could be inconveniencing to others.

　　My dad is Japanese and my mom is Arab so I tend to act unnecessarily respectful even though I was living in the US and have been living here all my life.

　　"I'm sorry," I apologized.

　　"No need to apologize. Come with me, I'll show you your boss," he led the way and I simply followed. As we walked through the lobby towards the elevator, strong pheromones hung in the air. It was no surprise that a lot of celebrities here were Alphas.

　　"They should learn to control it more. It's disgusting throwing ones pheromones at others," I muttered underneath my breath.

　　"Did you say something?" Steve turned back.

　　"No, not a word," I smiled. We stepped into the elevator and headed for the top floor. It was rather quiet.

　　"You're the one Arnold referred for the interview right? He wouldn't stop putting in good words for you," Steve broke the silence.

　　"Is that so?" I asked awkwardly.

　　"It seems he dotes on you a lot. He also mentioned how pretty you were, I just thought he was hyping you but after meeting you, I don't think he accurately described how gorgeous you look…Ahem, excuse me," he cleared his throat after realizing how awkward that was.

　　"It's alright. I don't find what you said weird at all, I get that a lot," I assured him.

　　I was used to being called gorgeous or pretty even though I was a boy. Due to being mixed raced, I had a unique and feminine look. My mom was half Arab and half Norwegian while my dad was Japanese. I took on both features but my mom's genes were dominant.

　　I had turquoise eyes like my mom and double eyelid and even light brown wavy hair but I took my dad's skin tone. I guess it's the only thing worth remembering them for.

　　"You'd do pretty well as a model or even a celebrity. Have you ever considered that?" He asked.

　　"A singer, yes but I don't think that's important now. Some dreams best remain dreams," I replied hoping we wouldn't delve deeper.

　　"I understand," he simply nodded and didn't talk about it again. I was grateful for his understanding honestly.

　　"Do you know who you're going to be working with?" He changed the topic.

　　"I'm not exactly sure but Arnold did tell me that he was a top singer," I added the little I knew. I didn't want to sound ignorant.

　　"Have you heard of Amil Cougar?" He asked.

　　"I think so," I lied, even my voice couldn't hide it.

　　"Haaa, this is going to be difficult. I expected you to have some background knowledge so you would know what to expect," he groaned, rubbing his temple. Was it that bad that I didn't know who he was? I should start listening more to entertainment news.

　　The elevator chimed the moment we arrived at our destination. We got off and I could feel my heart beating hard against my chest.

　　Steve knocked on a set of large doors, "I'm coming in," he said pushing the doors open and letting us in. A gasp escaped my lips as I stepped inside. It's interior was designed more like a room than an office. Is this what it feels like to be on top of the entertainment ladder?

　　"I thought you said you had something doing, why are you suddenly here?" A striking blonde man my age walked towards us. His piercing green hunter eyes were definitely something to behold. He was simply a work of art.

　　He was fit and muscular but also had a slender body. He was definitely taller than me. His neutral eyes turned into an obvious frown as his eyes rested on me.

　　"Who the hell is that?" He questioned Steve. The atmosphere was heavy with an oppressive and overbearing level of pheromones. I had met Alphas a few times but none had ever had such an overpowering level of pheromone before. Was he a dominant alpha?

　　"He's going to be your new agent starting from today. I don't want any objections," Steve briefed him.

　　"Why do we need to hire him? Can't you work as both my manager and my agent?" He wasn't pleased at all.

　　"I'm not about to die from work stress, kiddo," Steve stood his ground.

　　"Why do you bother going through the stress of getting me an agent when none last?" He argued.

　　"Well, I wouldn't need to go through all these stress if you kept your attitude in check. You're the reason they keep leaving," he poked his chest. I could feel the heat of the argument, I think the bodyguards felt the same way I did.

　　"It's not my fault they keep making mistakes," he scoffed. I didn't like him one bit already.