It started as one of those perfect days. Robyn was busy micro-managing my office workload while I was scheduled for a field day with cousin Zal. A new shipment of heavy machinery for the city's newest construction project had just arrived. We were hands in monopolizing the building site for the new office towers which were part of our beloved mayor's pet project.
I made sure that all companies that were contracted in the building site project goes through us. This was the lucrative part of the cartel business, not the illegal drugs and weapons. When other crime syndicate families dwell on the shadier side of the business, I had managed to steer our family's interest when I unexpectedly stumbled on the opportunity and dabbled just before I took over as the head of the family after my parents' disappearance. Since then I had been digging deep into development projects, building networks, shoving and placing our contractors, and making sure that I lined the pockets of the right
It had been a couple of weeks since our little impromptu meet with Oscar's sister Rena. Robyn was keeping tabs on her expenses and she reported that she was pleased with the money trail. Zal had taken her details and had taken compromising pictures of Rena and her surprising drug use. I didn't think she was one of those stereotypical socialites, I need to warn Oscar, she was still his sister. I know he still cares about her, no matter what she said the last time she caught us having dinner together.Work has been keeping me busy. Zal came second in line after Robyn. Keeping up a legal front of a business can be time-consuming, all while knowing that I had to keep my trusted people close. Money was coming in, though my aunts and uncles did not have difficulties in sending them out."You say the strangest thing Zal, I've known you since we were kids. Don't think I don't know that you're hiding something from me." The man looked at me kind of surprised. Of course, I know
Another week had passed. I was unemployed as expected. Jed had thrown me out of his apartment after he fired me the second I decided to break up with him. He told me that I was an ungrateful man, he lectured me, yapping his mouth while I tuned out his words and packed the little stuff I have with me into my trustee duffle bag.Jed was adamant that we should stay together, but I know he just wanted to milk the Daniels with the pictures and I was done with it. So the day I found a cheap affordable apartment with decent heating, I paid and decided to move in that same day.I couldn't even go to my best friend Marx, since apparently, Jed decided to make him his next target. Yep, the man was truly pissed off with me. Marx was over the moon when Jed started to flirt with him and my best friend didn't even flinch when I warned him about Jed. He told me that it was his time and that I shouldn't get jealous of his happiness.Marx's words hurt more than I had anticipated
There was a freedom being with both Bill and Rhys. We were friends with benefits, it was so lame that I was really on board with the concept. Maybe this was what I needed right now. No strings attached, trying to get back on my feet, trying to forget about the mess with the Daniels.Both Daniels didn't try to reach out to me, and I didn't blame them. With Jed hounding them for more money I'd assume they would just pay up and be done with me. After all, I was their boy toy. The contract was clear and I had the decency to know where I stand. The hell with Jed if he thinks he can get more out of them.Trying to put all those in the past, I have been spending more time with Bill and Rhys whenever our schedule allowed. I'd come to their apartment, we'd spend time fucking obviously. Last night was the first time that I'd spend the night at theirs, and I went to work from their place. I was somewhat happy with my current situation. Well, sexually anyway. Though financially I
I didn't know when I got so bold, but there I was standing in a stranger's house for sex. No one forced me into it, not like the last time when Jed did. Now, now... I was there because of my free will.Once again the pug took me back to reality when he barked at me. Then, Leland kneeled to rub his ear and the slightly overweight pug called princess wagged his tail before he strutted back to the kitchen where I'd assume he'd be getting his dinner."Why don't you take a seat and make yourself at home? I need to let Princess out to the backyard for his potty time." Leland explained as he ushered me to the living room. It was modern, spacious, and far from neat. There were no pictures aside from him and Princess. The floor-to-ceiling bookcase was cluttered with books. His taste in literature was eclectic, there were so many authors that I don't even know half of them. Stacks of papers, folders, and envelopes littered his coffee table. There were empty cups and his trash bi
After my shift ended I went straight back to my place. I took a quick yet very clean shower before packing my overnight stuff and went straight to Leland's house.The older man treats me with a fancy takeout. We ate straight from the box since he ran late after his last meeting takes longer than scheduled. He had told me to put my backpack in his room. And now, we were sitting on his back porch waiting for Princess circling the only tree available in the small backyard."Have you thought about us since last night?""Not really, that's why I'm here. To talk it out. I'm...this is all new for me. I got out of a bad relationship with my ex, who's also my boss He pimped me out as a sugar baby. You'd be my third if we decided to go through we whatever it is you're offering me.""Quiet an information dump right there, Remy." He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in closer. "What I'm offering is that you can do this as casually as you'd like. Your ex is not
It had been three blissful weeks since I moved into Leland's townhouse. A stupid grin splattered on my face as I started enjoying the sugar baby life. I had moved out of my apartment, and quit my job at the bakery, and with Leland's financial help, I set up my online shop and started working on my jewelry designs. I have sold several pieces since my shop opened last week.I was happy.He gave me a room to put all of my clothes and stuff in. The guest room doubled as my little workplace for jewelry designing. Though at night I'd sleep in his arms and be the perfect sugar baby as per our arrangement.All was going well and I was selling a few pieces of my work. I was proud, even Leland said he liked my stuff. I designed him a pair of cufflinks and he wore them the next morning before going to work. A warm fuzzy feeling sipped deep inside me."I'm bringing dinner, you're making dessert," Leland said when he called telling me he was leaving the office and was
"Boss, your uncles are in your office and they looked pissed. Do you want me to call Zal?" Robyn, my PA informed me the second I was in her line of sight."It's okay, I'll handle them." I cleared my throat before I entered my office. Both of my uncles were already seated and both looked equally disgusted when they saw me enter the room. My gut instantly knew why they were there."You are a disgrace." Uncle Reza uttered with a scowl on his face."And why is that?""Your aunt Yasmin was told that you're playing house with the wrong Davenport. What the hell is wrong with you Ghazi? Your parents will never approve of this."I chuckled thinking they couldn't even say the word. "Playing house? Do you mean I have sleepovers with Oscar Davenport? Yes, we have sex and yes I'm a homosexual. What are you going to do about it?" I paused when I saw their face were getting tense. They were clearly not happy with the fact that I was gay and proud to tell them abo
Six months laterAfter weeks of unemployment following the end of my relationship with Leland as my sugar daddy, I finally got a job in a small private kink club as a bartender where I serve non-alcoholic drinks to their members.Yep, consent was a big issue at the club so people need a clear head to make their decision and alcohol was never a good combination for clear-headed decision-making. I've been loving working at the club since the first day I started and months later I was comfortable that no one knew me and I start to get settled in my job.I was counting the hours until I can go back to my apartment. The small studio apartment was a courtesy from Leland, my previous sugar daddy who had reconciled with his ex. He was so happy that he had gotten back with Christopher that he insist on paying the rent for one whole year. Maybe it was the guilt, but I was not going to reject his offer. I could feel the sincerity in his voice when he told