Chapter Three: Four Hotties

Jace's POV

As he'd said, before the time to open the bar, Harold was already outside the bar. He came dressed in a blue elegant tuxedo. He came in a Bentley and I stared at it long before he spoke the first words. 

“Jace. I see you're doing good this morning,” he said. 

I nodded. I had not gotten around to texting my boss about my sudden decision to leave the bar and go to a place with the promise of a better pay and a place to lay my head every night. 

But now, I didn't think there was time to do that anymore. 

“Good morning, Mr. Harold,” I said. 

He nodded. He had a smirk on his face. 

“The bar is going to be open soon, I wouldn't want my boss to find me just standing here. If you don't mind sir, I'll just open up and wait the next one hour until he shows up then I can leave with too.”

By the time I was done talking, he was frowning. He shook his head in disapproval and then took hold of my hand. Pulling away would have been a sign that I wasn't comfortable with him so I held still.

“You have no business with how your boss picks up in your absence. Close the entrances and get in the car. You'll call him while in the car and let him know you've quit.” 

There was no time to argue before he stepped back and opened the door of the car. I quickly shut the doors and then got in the car. 

It had to be the most beautiful thing I'd ever been in. I brought out my phone to dial my boss as soon as the car started. 

Even if he had given me a short notice to get an apartment and stop sleeping in the bar, I still felt guilty that I was leaving his shit hole without telling him first. 

“Even if you decide not to call him, there'll be no consequences. He'd find someone else to replace you with before the day is over.”  Harold said from the front of the car. 

He said it with enough confident to make me stall for a while.

His eyes stayed on the road as he took a sharp bend. I wasn't very familiar with Iowa but I also didn't know what to make of this sudden turn.

I looked out the window as the car ate up the distance. Since I didn't even know where he was taking me, I decided to stay calm and hope I hadn't gotten myself in trouble.

After all, the offer was a little too good to be true, wasn't it?

I shrugged off the fears that had started to assail me as the car drove on, gaining more speed as we went. This time, I'd totally discarded the thought of calling my boss to tell him I'd left. I was more worried for my safety now. 

“Mr. Harold, you didn't mention where you're taking me. I should have asked earlier but I forgot,” I said, clasping my hands. I tried hard enough to not look worried and my voice was even. 

But he laughed. And then he took another bend. This time, the road was even more unfamiliar. Different from anything I'd seen within Iowa. He was heading towards the outskirts of the town. 

Hell. I was probably in serious trouble now.

There's nothing to be afraid of, Jace. I'm not taking you where you ought not to be,” he said. 

“But maybe you could give me an idea of where you're taking me, please?”

I was uneasy now and I saw the stretch of road ahead of us. He was not going to stop any time soon and if I was being kidnapped, I was not armed with anything at all to defend myself. 

Flashes of the day I'd murdered Diddy Powell in self defense assailed me and I tried to shake free of the memory. It had been a case of luck and I didn't know how lucky I would get this time with this man.

What if he had a damn gun and he put bullets in 

me before I could do anything to save myself?

Shit. 

“I'm taking you to your workplace. There's nothing to be scared of,” Harold said again.

I found his voice too calm for comfort. 

All the while I had been in Iowa, I had been careful and had refused to mingle with folks here for my own good. How did I suddenly accept a job offer from a man who looked like he was from the royal palace of the Queen?

Why didn't I see that this was not just luck.

This was something else. Something eerie. 

“Mr. Harold. I'm not sure I want to sit here while you drive me to some unknown destination,” I said. 

He laughed it off and took one last bend. 

This road was particularly more beautiful than the highway he'd just gotten off from. I stayed quiet when I saw that he was not eager to convince me that I was safe. 

Once he stopped, I'd know what was next.

Soon, a white mansion came into view and my eyes fastened on the sight ahead of us. There were no other houses but arrays of trees and beautiful flowers adorning the long driveway to the mansion. 

When at last the car pulled to a stop, he turned back to me smiling.

“Here we are, boy. Your new workplace and home. I told you, you weren't going to get kidnapped,” he said. 

He stepped out of the car and I did too, relief flooding me. 

All I had on me was the clothes I was wearing and my phone. My old denim pants were ripped in one knee and my shirt needed a replacement.

But I didn't want to make him see that I felt out of place in this immaculate mansion. 

“Come with me and I'll explain your duties to you immediately,” he said. 

I followed behind, stopping to gape at the building as we walked into the large compound. 

There were Perfectly pruned flowers and the graveled floors were sparkling.

Mr. Harold led me around the house, we walked towards the pool and started to explain. 

“What you'll do basically, is to see that the needs of these four men are met. You make sure the cook makes their meals on time and….”

We turned around at the same time and saw a good looking man, tall and brawn, heading towards the swimming pool. He had on tight underpants. With each movement, the shape of his cock became more pronounced. His cock bobbed as he walked past us without a word and dived into the pool, splashing water all over me. 

I stood there, half drenched and speechless.

“Sorry about that, Jace. That's Damon, try not to let him offend you. He's reputable for making mean jokes and being childish. This was one such case.”

Just before I could say anything, another one emerged from the house. He looked exactly the same, but he had golden hair. He was just as handsome and tall.

He jumped into the water just as Harold stepped away. This time, I was drenched fully. 

Harold got furious.

“What is wrong with you boys?”

He called and they turned to us. 

“It's either you both didn't see me here or you just want to act immature,” he complained.

They said nothing.

His voice brought a third man out of the house, looking exactly the same as the first two. 

“What’s going on?”

He asked as he reached us. Harold didn't reply but he instantly knew.

“Peter, Damon, better behave yourselves!”

He called to the other two. 

I stood there, watching. He turned to me.

“Go upstairs and have a change of clothes.”

I nodded and walked off. 

Reaching the large doors, it occurred to me that I didn't even know my way around. Behind me, Harold was talking with the three men now. I headed upstairs, hoping to find someone.

Without knocking, I opened the first door.

And there, the biggest surprise of my life was staring at me.