The CEO's Bad Boy

Rhett

“I’m sorry, Kai! I gotta go. My dad will skin me alive if I don’t show up for this dinner,” I groan as I look at the naked form sprawled out across my bed. 

Kai is one of my four roommates and one of my best friends. Oh…and we fuck sometimes, or maybe all the time, especially when we have been partying and we party most nights.

“What, no snuggles,” Kai teases, throwing a pillow at me.  “Sure, just fuck me and leave to go suck daddy’s cock!”

“Ew! Gross!” I shout with bile rising in my throat at the thought.

“Dude, your dad is hot for an old guy! I’d do him or let him drill me! He’s like an older, not tattooed version of you,” Kai says as he stands up and gives me a rough kiss then strolls out my door and down the hall naked without a care that anyone in our apartment can see him.

Unfortunately, that means my father sees, since he has once again decided to let himself in with his key to ensure I get out of here and go to this all important dinner.

“Lovely, Rhett! Is this what you and your friends do on Saturdays, drink and fuck one another all day?” My father asks with narrowed eyes. 

“Fuck, dad! I only fuck Kai and sometimes Samira or Shelby join us but I haven’t had them around for a while since I started kind of casually dating this guy I met at a party last month,” I admit.

I know my father hates me being bisexual and a fuck boy. He really hates that I am more into men than women and that I love to party, but I’m young and I don’t intend to get stiff and stodgy like him. 

“I’m gonna shower, you can stand there and wait for me or you can go home and expect me at six o’clock like we agreed on,” I grumble as I stalk down the hall to the bathroom intentionally letting my father see my tattooed body and bare ass.

Samira and Shelby are twin girls, or women rather, who Kai met at his job at the coffee shop downtown and who thought he was cute. He invited them to one of our parties and they joined Kai and I for some fun. It’s something we do sometimes, but has never been serious. Kai and I have been partying and fooling around together since high school and there is a “no strings attached” policy between us, but sometimes, he acts like he wants more. I don’t do commitment. That shit is for old people and straight couples. 

Thinking of old couples…this whole dinner has two purposes. Planning my parent’s twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and welcoming his friend who is staying with my parents and little sister until his new house is ready. He’s some big CEO and decided to move his headquarters to our area. I remember this guy from my parent’s tenth wedding anniversary when I was almost nine years old. He’s as much a stiff as can be, I suppose. He didn’t have a date at the party, he didn’t drink or dance. I mostly remember him talking to people and dressing in a dark suit and tie. Now I am expected to sit at the dinner table and act respectful when I barely hide my disrespect for my father and his uptight shit.

I wash myself and then step out of the stall and run my fingers through my hair. In highschool I tried growing my hair to get on my father’s nerves. It did a little but not as much as I hoped, but I like it. So I kept it and I wear it in a messy style.  He says most of my tattoos and piercings make me look like a thug. I beg to differ.

 I shave my face and splash on aftershave and then take in my appearance in the full length mirror. My nipple rings and septum are the most noticeable besides my stretched lobes. My torso tats accentuate my lean muscular build and the full sleeve leading down to the skeleton hand on my right side are impossible to ignore. The towel around my waist hides some of my most enjoyable embellishments, but I think skin tight black jeans and a button front shirt that allows peeks at what is underneath should give the appearance of attempting to be tidy, while displaying what a sexy, naughty boy I am. My father hates that I own my sexual nature and flaunt it.

I strut to my bedroom and dress exactly how I had envisioned  and admire my bulge and ass in the tight jeans. I leave little to the imagination and that is just the way I like it.

“Let’s do this shit!” I grumble at my father as I leave my room after pulling my boots on and he eyes me up and down, pursing his lips but doesn’t say anything. Just like I thought. He doesn’t approve but he’s too much of a pussy to say anything.

As I get into his SUV he grabs my wrist, “Gabe is one of my best friends from college. Please don’t embarrass me. I think you will get along if you get to know him. He’s hard to get to know, but you have more in common than you realize.”

“Don’t think I’m gonna somehow relate to your college fuck buddy, old man!” I grunt and roll my eyes.

My dad flushes and clears his throat before replying, “He and I were not like that. He was my wingman. Sort of. He introduced your mother to me after she asked him about me. He was often too busy to go to parties or social events. His parents died in an accident his sophomore year of college and he had to take over his father’s business, which at the time was a small chain of coffee shops. He has grown the company into one of the leading international chains of coffee roasters and trendy coffee shops and he intends to expand it further with his new concept. The dean of your school asked me to have him come and do a talk there in exchange for not expelling you from the university after your latest mishap.”

I sigh, “Fuck! Dad! I wasn’t even driving! That was Max! I was in the backseat with Kai and Bryan.”

“It was your bare ass on the security cameras, yours and Kai’s asses were both hanging out the windows. While your other friend drove through the homecoming game,” My father says in that firm, no-nonsense tone he loves to use on me. “Why aren’t you more like your sister?”

“Okay! I’ll put on the show of being a little miss perfect who already has her major and minor chosen at eighteen and blows her college professor when he gives her extra credit work,” I laugh.

I’m not kidding about her and the professor. She is a freshman, but lives at home. He’s actually the teaching assistant, not professor, but they have a hot and heavy thing going on after just six weeks of school, but she acts all prim and proper. 

“Your sister is doing no such thing!” My father balks as he slams my door and rounds the car to the driver’s side at last. “At least she has direction and has chosen a major. What is your major this month?”

“Well, you scolded me that artists or tattoo artists don’t count and I can not major in what I love, so finding something acceptable to you that I like is impossible,” I grunt. “I play the fucking guitar and I do art. I’d love music and art to be my life, but that doesn’t work for you and nothing else works for me.”

“Then have it your way and throw your life away!” My father shouts as he climbs in beside me and starts the car. “You are just going to keep wasting time and money either way!”

The rest of the drive across town to his big house is in a tense silence but before he pulls into our driveway he sighs, “I don’t let you and your friends stay in one of my buildings to party, so please just pick a major. Any major and apply yourself, son. You are a smart boy and I hate to see you throw everything away. That is why I am putting you and your friends on notice. You will be moving home. They can stay if they find a roommate and pay rent.”

“Whatever, Pops!” I say in a snarky tone. “If you won’t pull any shit, I’ll declare my major this week, but I won’t stop hanging out even if I live with you.”

“Thank you,” he sighs in relief. 

Mom rushes to meet us at the door and smiles saying, “Gabriel is already here! He and Arianna are chatting in the sitting room and Lydia says dinner will be ready at six o’clock as planned.”

My father gives my mother a stiff peck on the lips and I can’t help but think they have a passionless marriage, even if they say they are in love. I want passion and fire in my relationship. What am I saying! I don’t do that shit…the commitment at least. I date, I fuck, I have friends and friends that fuck. If dad really saw that video footage he would have also seen that while our asses were out the windows, Bryan was sucking both of our cocks, while Trent fisted his and Max’s in the front seat.

I chuckle at my thought of the memory and then stop dead in my tracks and glare at my sister. She is blatantly flirting with dad’s friend who I don’t remember being so hot! Sure, he’s in a suit, but I can tell he’s well built under the dark suit jacket and tie and he has a strong jawline, tempting lips and when his eyes lock with mine my mouth goes dry and my dick gets hard.