Lahat ng Kabanata ng In The Arms Of Mr. Billionaire : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Brandon still didn't understand why Ethan needed to change his shirts in-between meetings. Becky had mentioned that their boss was very sensitive to smells and didn't like even a hint of sweat on his clothes—which was why Brandon also kept a change of clothes at work—but it still seemed ridiculous to him.He picked up the discarded shirt and sniffed it. It smelled perfectly nice: of skin and Ethan's subtle cologne or aftershave—Brandon still wasn't sure what it was, but it smelled really good. "It smells fine," he said.Ethan ignored him.A ringtone broke the silence. Brandon twitched before realizing it was Ethan's personal phone. Answering it, he said something in Italian.Brandon handed him the fresh shirt, trying not to eye his boss's muscular torso enviously. Man, it just wasn't fair. He wished he had a body that good. Not that Brandon didn't have some decent muscles, but Ethan's muscle definition was just… yeah. Brandon glanced enviously at those broad shoulders, thick biceps,

Ethan accepting that someone else was right was terrifying.“I did need a release,” he said.Brandon cleared his throat, hoping he didn’t look as weirded out as he felt. Hearing about s*x from Ethan made him so uncomfortable. How could the man be so at ease talking about it? They were both guys. Guys talked about s*x all the time, so often that it lost all meaning. And yet, hearing it from Ethan… it was weird.“Wow, so you actually admit that I was right about something?” Brandon said, trying not to show how uneasy he felt.Ethan shrugged, leaning back in his chair and loosening his tie a little. His gaze remained fixed on Brandon in a manner that made him more nervous by the minute. “You did have a point: I am built differently, and I am less tolerant and so edgy when I’m sexually frustrated.”Brandon looked pointedly at the seat the directors had just vacated. “You weren’t very tolerant just now. Do you need to get laid again?”Ethan smiled a little, but his eyes remained serious and

Ethan knew he couldn’t feel anything less than gratitude toward Brandon for saving him numerous times. Now, the thought of women was far-fetched in his busy mind. Not that they’ve always had his attention . The pleasure he got just from Brandon jerking him off could never be compared to the climax he got from pounding those different holes. This was better.His nightmares had subsided, and the worry about his father had almost vanished—all because Brandon was doing a better job than Ethan’s casual encounters ever did.That was how the whole arrangement had started. Brandon now gave Ethan hand jobs whenever needed—pun intended. It was both extremely weird and oddly routine. Ethan didn’t treat Brandon any differently just because he relieved his tension. Brandon didn’t deceive himself into thinking the arrangement was more than just a matter of convenience for Ethan. Now, Ethan didn’t have to find time to seek release. He was certain no other sane person would accept such an arrangement

Brandon would like to say his life had changed monumentally after putting a c*ck in his mouth, but... it didn’t. He didn’t feel any different. It had been weird at first, but he wasn’t really freaking out or traumatized or anything like that. But then again, why would he be? It wasn’t s*x. Neither of them considered that s*x. It was just a convenience thing for Ethan—and a way to get on Brandon’s nerves, no doubt—and just another tedious task for Brandon, one of the many that were part of his job. It wasn’t even the most unpleasant task if he didn’t fixate on the weirdness of the fact that he had another man’s c*ck in his mouth—every d*mn day. Because it seemed hand jobs weren’t enough for Ethan anymore. The greedy son-of-a-b*tch wanted his mouth.Not that Brandon didn’t get it. He did. He was a guy, too. As a guy, he would always prefer even an amateur blowjob to a hand job. And Brandon didn’t flatter himself by thinking that his blowjobs were anything but amateur. He had improved so

While Britney was still with Brandon, an idea struck her. She proposed that he watch his emotions while around Ethan. For all they knew, he might be misinterpreting his feelings. Until he was certain, he shouldn’t worry. First, their lineage held strong views against same-s*x relationships. It would be a huge deal once anyone learned of it. Britney wasn’t being judgmental; she would walk any length for her brother. She loved him that much.Even though Brandon was trying to put up a tough attitude, he really wanted to say yes. He couldn’t imagine being around Ethan after what had happened. As dumb as it might make him sound, he’d never expected to get aroused from sucking his boss’s d*ck—it could never happen again. He knew it wasn’t right. What would his community say? How about...His ringtone prevented him from thinking further.Flinching, Brandon pulled his phone out of his pocket. *ssh*l*, the Caller ID said. Brandon’s heart started beating faster.“Is that him?”Brandon nodded mi