CHAPTER 146 - BOSS MODE
Tuesday, April 25 (6:30 PM)
I took all the ingredients I needed out of the fridge and got the wooden cutting board out so that I could begin preparing our supper. But before I even had the chance to get started, I heard the TV being turned on and heard Nick calling me into the living room.
As I made my way over to where he was sitting on the couch, I couldn't help but look down at the floor and roll my eyes. Nick's giant work boots had tracked mud all over the place and had even left a trail of dirt on the living room carpet.
"Yes, Sir?" I asked, curious as to why he'd interrupted my chores so soon after ordering me to begin making supper.
The big blond muscle-hunk looked up from his phone and frowned at me.
He was still wearing his wife beater, jeans and work boots, and I could tell from his expression that he wasn't in the best of moods right now.
"You're gonna make me a coffee." he instructed. "Then you're gonna get my lunch box from the bedroom and you're gonna clean it out."
"Yes, Sir." I answered, doing my best to swallow my pride and hide my mounting frustration.
I ALWAYS took care of his lunch box. I didn't need him telling me to do that!
"The floor's a fuckin' mess." he continued, suddenly noticing all the dried dirt he'd tracked inside the house.
"I want it cleaned up. Now." he ordered.
Apparently, that was MY fault as well.
"Yes, Master." I instantly responded, moving towards the kitchen so that I could get a bucket of soapy water and a roll of paper towels.
Nick was being a bit unfair, but the last thing I wanted was to get into an argument with him right now.
He was upset with me, and rightly so.
"Hey!" he barked, causing me to freeze in my tracks before I even made it out of the living room.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, frowning up at me in renewed frustration.
I turned around and gave the hunky god a puzzled expression before glancing towards his boots.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I quickly apologized, kneeling down in front of the couch and taking hold of his right boot before working my fingers to get the muddy laces undone.
It took some effort, but after undoing the tight double-knot and loosening up the laces, I pulled his heavy, steel-capped boot off and placed it down on the floor, at the foot of the couch.
Wanting to get to work on the sizeable list of chores he'd given me, I quickly moved to deal with the left boot, only to find myself crinkling my nose up and choking on the revolting stench that was now spilling out into the living room.
Normally I would've been prepared and would've been holding my breath while doing this.
But I was so distracted right now that I was barely focused on what I was doing.
The god-awful smell that suddenly spilled out of Nick's boot caught me COMPLETELY off guard and overwhelmed my senses, causing me to cough and gag on the spot.
The rotten, festering odour oozing out of his sock wasn't any better.
The stench was so strong and so revolting that it burned my eyes and caused them to water over.
Big, hunky muscle-god Nick didn't care.
He just sat there with his giant soles resting on the coffee table and continued frowning down at me as I gagged on his incredibly strong foot odour.
"C'mon! Hurry up. Get that boot off." he ordered, apparently unphased by my reaction.
I complied, but carefully kept my nose crinkled up in apprehension before getting to work on unlacing his heavy left boot. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.
The socks on Nick's feet were the same ones he'd been wearing all weekend and all of last week.
He'd been wearing the SAME socks since my moving in with him a week and a half ago, and they were already bad and smelly back then. So you can just imagine how foul and toxic they were by now.
It wasn't funny anymore. This wasn't just a case of smelly feet.
This was some serious foot odour, and it was absolutely revolting in every sense of the word.
As I'd later come to find out though, this wasn't out of the ordinary for Nick.
Left to his own devices, the giant muscle-hunk would just wear the same socks over and over for weeks on end.
Then they'd just sit there and stew at the bottom of his laundry hamper for god knows how long. Either that, or they'd end up at the bottom of his gym bag or under his bed.
The fact that he wasn't living alone anymore and that his abnormally strong foot odour made others around him wanna be sick, didn't even ONCE enter into the equation for him.
This was an "as is", take-it-or-leave-it type of deal.
As usual, it was always Nick's way or the highway.
I pulled the remaining boot off of his enormous sock-clad foot and quickly carried them over to the main entranceway before banishing them to the closet.
I got the coffee going, emptied out Nick's big lunch cooler and got to work cleaning the floor up.
I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing the hallway floor when the blond stallion suddenly got up off the couch and decided to make his way over to the bedroom.
My nostrils got another whiff of the hunky god's rotten foot stench when his giant size 13 soles walked right by me.
His huge Under Armor tube socks were so warm and slimy that they left wet footprints across the floor where he'd just stepped.
Grossed out and disgusted, I silently let out a frustrated huff and resumed cleaning up the floor like the good little house boi I was striving to be.
Nick came out of the bedroom about a minute later, this time wearing nothing but his socks and underwear.
The rest of his clothes were probably on the bed or pilled up on the floor for me to pick up.
The familiar stench of his socked feet once again hit my nostrils as he walked past my kneeling form and made his way over to the kitchen.
By the time I was done cleaning up the floor and emptying the dirty bucket of soapy water into the bathroom toilet, Nick had already served himself to the coffee I'd brewed and was standing in the kitchen, sipping from his Superman cup and busily texting on his phone.
Even though I wasn't in a particular horny mood right now, the sight of my dominant boyfriend's underwear-clad body made me swoon with desire.
I could smell his pungent socks and feet all the way from the other side of the kitchen, but for some reason, that didn't matter anymore.
His shoulders, pecs and biceps were all pumped up from his workout at the gym, and the massive bulge protruding from between his giant thighs only served to remind me who was in charge around here.
The sheer size of his package commanded authority and respect. And anyone who laid eyes upon it instantly knew that this guy was BOSS.
He wasn't even hard or anything, but even so, his giant cock and balls filled up his underwear's extra roomy front pouch and left very little to the imagination.
Tearing my eyes away from the blond Goliath, I washed my hands in the sink and quickly got to work at preparing the evening meal.
After browning the chopped onions and garlic in the buttered pan, I filled up a large casserole with cold water and turned the second heating element on to get the water boiling.
Nick remained in the kitchen with me, but he wasn't paying attention to what I was doing.
He was probably too busy chatting with Zack or maybe even Brad, no doubt trying to fix the mess I'd created.
"Hurry up. I'm starving." he ordered, before putting his empty Superman cup down on the counter and heading towards the fridge.
The water eventually came to a boil and I quickly emptied the entire box of linguine inside the casserole before reducing the heating element's power just a bit.
It's only when I felt a big, bulging lump rub itself against the lower part of my back that I realised Nick was standing there, right behind me.
"What are you making?" he asked, gently reaching under my t-shirt and placing his large hands around my thin waist.
"Just some pasta..." I answered meekly, knowing this particular chicken-basil linguine recipe was one of his favourites.
The jock just stood there, quietly watching as I chopped the fresh basil leaves and added cream and tomato paste into the frying pan where the chicken, garlic and onions were simmering.
I felt his enormous package pressing harder against my back and felt his huge thighs brushing against my much smaller ones. A low growl escaped his lips and I felt the 6'4 blue eyed beast lower his face down and flare his nostrils against the back of my left ear.
Without a word, he gave me a hard slap on the ass before slowly walking away and focusing his attention back to his phone. I yelped in surprise and looked at him as he walked out of the kitchen.
I couldn't help but lick my lips at the sight of his incredibly buff underwear-clad form proudly strutting around the place.
This was his kingdom. His domain.
Everything in it belonged to him. That including me.
We ate our supper, but hardly spoke at all.
Even though I'd given Nick lots of chicken in his pasta, he finished his plate in less than five minutes and immediately helped himself to a second serving, which I was hoping he'd bring to work tomorrow.
He didn't thank me or say anything. But I knew he loved this recipe.
His table manners were awful and he ate like an elephant, but then again that only made sense considering how much food he needed to maintain those giant muscles of his.
I was still only finishing my first serving when Nick finished his second one and got up to grab a protein shake from the fridge. He looked absolutely stunning just standing there in his super tight boxer-briefs.
The fact that they were so tightly stretched around his giant butt and thighs, sorta made his protruding package stand out even more.
Without a word, the muscle-bound stallion left the kitchen, headed for the living room and turned the TV back on before plopping himself down on the big leather couch.
I was already getting up and clearing the table when he ordered me to get the dishes done and clean the kitchen up.
Being ordered to do what I always did what frustrating, but I decided to stay quiet and carry out his orders without a fuss. After all, he was the boss.
I quietly got to work getting the kitchen cleaned up, unloading the dishwasher and putting the dirty dishes in.
I could hear what sounded like a hockey game playing on the TV.
Normally, Nick would've been into that...commenting on each and every move, protesting loudly whenever one of the referees made a bad call. But tonight, things were different.
He was too busy texting on his phone to pay attention to the game.
The fact that he was so absorbed by the conversation could only mean one thing.
Whatever he and the recipient of his messages were chatting about, it was serious.
After the first intermission ended, the stud got up and headed for the washroom.
I heard the shower go on and knew that he was stepping into the bathtub and getting cleaned up.
I quickly wiped the dining room table clean and worked on making my Alpha's lunch for the following day, hoping to earn his favour back by adding extra pickles to both of his lightly peppered tomato-chicken sandwiches.
Nick ate a LOT, so I added a plastic container containing a three-bean salad I'd just made. I also added a bottle of orange juice, two protein shakes, three granola bars, an apple and a nectarine to his lunch box before zipping it up and putting it into the fridge for tomorrow morning.
It was already past 8 PM by the time I turned the kitchen lights off.
Not knowing what else do to, I quietly sat on the living room couch and grabbed my laptop so that I could play one of the old video games that was installed on there.
Nick's call suddenly echoed across the house, and this time, I was summoned into the bathroom where the freshly showered jock had just finished trimming his beard and was about to start brushing his teeth.
I quickly scampered across the living room and slowly pushed the bathroom door open before stepping through the entrance.
"Yes, Sir?" I asked, slightly taken aback by the rather potent cloud of cheesy musk that hit my nostrils when I opened the door.
"Get a clean towel and a facecloth out. Zack's gonna be stopping by in a bit and he's gonna wanna use the shower." Nick instructed, causing me gulp down in apprehension at the thought of Zack showing up.
Don't get me wrong, part of me was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of him coming over tonight.
I was just...a bit nervous and jittery at the idea of having to explain what had happened in more detail.
Zack would probably want a more elaborate answer as to why Jeremy had left, and I didn't really feel like incriminating myself any more than I already had.
"Yes, Sir." I obediently answered, walking next to blond giant and bending down on my knees to reach the clean towel and facecloth drawer.
As soon as I bent down to do what I was told, my nostrils came under attack, and this time the cheesy odour was MUCH stronger than it had been when I first entered the bathroom.
Ugh, god!
I turned my head around to locate the source of the unbearable stench and immediately narrowed my eyes on the horribly putrid socks Nick had peeled off his feet before stepping into the shower.
The giant, moldy tubes socks were strewn over bath mat and were quite literally stinking up the place and making me sick.
Crinkling my nose up and holding my breath to avoid being assaulted by the rancid fumes, I pulled out a fresh towel and a matching facecloth out of the drawer and placed them both on the counter next to the sink.
How Nick wasn't bothered by the smell of his own socks was totally beyond me, but I wasn't about to waste more time dwelling on that right now.
So instead of waiting for him to spew out a fresh batch of orders, I scampered out of there as fast as my feet would allow and swiftly escaped the stinky abode.
Glad to be out of there, I took back my position on the couch and took hold of my laptop so that I could resume playing my video game while waiting for the TV commercials to end.
The swooshing sound of Nick's noisy nylon wind pants alerted me off his approach and I managed to tare my eye off the computer screen just in time to see his freshly-showered, shirtless form walk up to the couch and plop down next to me.
The commercials that separated the first and second intermissions ended, and the hockey game quickly resumed.
Nick lifted his huge feet up and placed both of his soles down on the living room coffee table.
And much to my dismay, he was back to wearing the SAME sickeningly pungent socks again!
He'd only just arrived in the living room a few seconds ago, and already the smell of his putrid stinkers was beginning to fill the air up and tickle my senses.
I tried to weather the smell for a bit, but when the stench became too strong to bare, I decided it was time to get up and excuse myself from the living room for a bit.
Before I even managed to get up though, the familiar chime of the doorbell hit our ears and caused Nick to get up in my stead.
Yes! Saved by the bell.
Zack's arrival couldn't have come at a better time, I thought to myself, quickly using Nick's departure to air out the living room by grabbing one of the cushions from off the couch and waving it around to dissipate the stench.
The blond King usually wore his big old Reeboks in the house, but for some reason, he wasn't wearing them tonight. Which inevitably meant that everyone around him had to endure the stench of his feet...
That "everyone" being me.
Good lord, they smelled bad!
I could only hope Zack was more tolerant of strong, unpleasant smells than I was. 'Cause if not, he wasn't gonna enjoy his visit at our place tonight.