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"I have some questions for you.''

"I don't like people intruding in on my life.''

"It's not intruding if you are willing to tell me.''

Chance opened his mouth to speak, but Kristoff held up a hand to cut him off.

''Tell you what, I buy you a drink and you answer my question.''

Before Chance could respond, Kristoff walked away. Reluctantly, Chance got up and joined Kristoff over by the small bar that has four people milling around and chatting about where they were planning to go for their vacation. A conversation Chance had no interest in listening to.

When Chance tried to order a drink, Kristoff waved the bartender off. She gave him a look, then rolled her eyes.

Ignoring her, Kristoff called over a male that dressed differently from the other bar waiters to show that he was of a higher position.

"Why is she here?''

Who? Goldamay.''

"Yes, I don't like it. Get rid of her.''

The man nodded, then hustled over to the girl with puffy hair and cakey make-up.

The next thing Chance knew, she was throwing a bottle and someone had to drag her out.

Kristoff laughed as he leant on the counter watching Goldamay creating commotion. He gave one last laugh, then clapped.

"Crazy b*tch.''

Another female, who seemed bored with it all, gave Kristoff two golden champagne flutes, where he gave one to Chance.

Kristoff raised his glass to Chance. "Shall we have a toast?"

Chance raised his own. “What should we drink to?"

"The bottom, of course." Kristoff smiled.

They down their drinks and another waitress was quick with the refill, giving Kristoff longing looks as she did.

No doubt she wanted him between her legs, but her kind and his would never mix. Kristoff might have been a wh*re, but he didn't sling his d*ck just anywhere. Especially not to a lower-class person, who doesn't know what luxury is.

It was still a shock to Chance that Kristoff was this close to him, talking to him or even giving him attention. He knew that someone of his status would never give him the time of day, or maybe it was all for some other reason.

It put Chance on edge, not knowing what Kristoff was up to. What if it was all about embarrassing him? Rich people loved to make fun of people just to make their miserable life better.

Chance had heard all about Kristoff. All his accomplishments, all his conquests. He was not one to be messed with. He can make you disappear in a snap.

Kristoff noticed the deep frown between Chance's brows, signifying that he was deep in thought.

No doubt trying to figure out the upper classman and why he was talking to someone like him.

Kristoff took that time to admire Chance. He was more than good looking, even though he was a ragamuffin.

He has only been with one other male before, just out of curiosity; he has never been interested in another, well, until now. There was something about Chance that intrigued him, which was odd. He never normally be friend or go for people like him, much less a man. 

And it wasn't just any man but a street kid, who never knew the luxury of the finer things in life. It didn't even seem as if he was educated much.

Kristoff's gaze roamed over Chance's flawless yet rough features.

He had smooth skin, sad hazel; almost green eyes, a well-chiselled chin and jawline, and a mouth that could make anyone cum.

Kristoff wondered if he had ever been with a man before and even played with the thought of them sharing a bed together.

It was no hiding though. Chance went through some tough years. Seemed to be still going through it, just the way he dressed said it all.

It was obvious that his nose had been broken one time too many; he was in need of a shave, and maybe even dental care.

Once the waitress left again, Chance uttered these words, "now that I've accepted your payment, ask your questions but nothing too personal."

Wanting to be in charge, Chance walked over to take a seat on another sofa, which Kristoff followed him, like a moth drawn to light.

"Straight down to business then." Kristoff took a swing from his fifth drink.

"Very well, why are you here?" Kristoff interrogated.

Even though he didn't mean the question in a malicious way, it still made Chance uneasy.

"Why not be here?" Chance countered. He sat up straight, trying to act tough.

"Well, from what I have observed, you seemed bored with this Gala. Maybe not what you had expected it to be? Too much rich people. Or maybe you are here to rob us all."

Chance went still, but hoped Kristoff didn't notice. He couldn't allow him to get the upper hand of the conversation or intimidate him.

"How long have you been watching me?" Chance asked. He was now on edge, not trusting Kristoff or anyone in the room one bit.

"Long enough to grow intrigued." Kristoff met his gaze. "I must know what you were thinking about coming here. I mean, certainly this isn't a place for people like you." Kristoff added.

"I'm not used to revealing private details to strangers." Chance took a generous swig of his drink, eyes growing stormy. Mostly from worry.

Kristoff ran his index finger along the rim of his glass, seemingly deep in thought. “So, have you ever been with a male before?"

Chance seemed taken aback by the question none the less he shook his head. "Not my cup of tea. I enjoy being b*lls deep in women. The things I can do with females I can't with another man.''

"It wasn't mine either, until I had a sip." Kristoff took a drink, then licked a drop of wine from his lip that he purposefully let slip, trying to get a raise out of Chance.

The words held Chance rapt before he blinked back to attention, not knowing how to respond.

'How to respond to that comment?' Chance contemplated. 'Oh, I see. Very good. Thanks for sharing.'

"Well then," was all Chance brought forward.

Kristoff quickly chanced the subject, seeing Chance's discomfort and not wanting the conversation to end.

He didn't even know why he blabbed about such a secreted detail of himself. Not even his best friend knew about his sexploits with another man.

''What do you really want, Kristoff?''

"For you to join me, sweetheart. My treat. We'll travel the world." Kristoff smiled coolly.

"If you think to seduce me, it won't happen. I will never desire another male." Chance turned away to leave, but Kristoff grabbed his hand.

"If not that, then friendship.''

"Why me? Why not these many others that you have eating out of the palm of your hands?" Chance pulled away.

His hands were once again in fists.

"Like I said, just seeking friendship."

Chance haved a sign, he really wasn't ready to leave as yet. Besides his stomach was grumbling from the delicious scent coming from the kitchen and he wasn't willing to leave the Gala hungry.

So he decided to stay just for the food and entertain the bullsh*t, but he would have to keep his anger in check and play along with Kristoff's games until then.