After a long while of silent and both men coming out of their sexual high, Kristoff was the one to speak first. He rolled to his side to face Chance, then kissed his nose.
"So, I know that you are the Alpha/Dominant male and all, but you should be bottom every once in a while You know, make this a versatile thing." Kristoff said.
Chance thought for a while, "umm. Nah. There will be no flip-fucking."
"How come on? You can't expect me to be on the receiving end all the while. Now do you?" Kristoff complained.
''I'm dominant, you're submissive and that's that.''
''But I want to be between your ass too.''
"I'll think about." Chance replied, but deep down he knew there was nothing to think to do. He had thought about it a lot already and he had already decided that he would always be on top and would never allow Kristoff to penetrate him.
''Such a hardass.''
Chance pressed a hard kiss to Kristoff's lips. “Stop thinking so hard
"The laundry mat? So you really don't have anyone washing for you?'"No. I wash my own clothes.''"By hand?''"No, my foot.''''How?''Chance glanced at Kristoff over the top of a jeans pants.''You can be so dumb sometimes.""I don't know how these things work. I mean, I thought you had someone doing it for you or a robot at least.''Chance shook his head, ''so clueless.''Chance told Kristoff to hold the door as he walked through it with the laundry basket. Kristoff slapped his ass on his way out.''I love to see your ass in tight jeans.''"Pervert.'' Chance said over his shoulder.''Only for you.''"How far is this place, anyway?'' Kristoff asked when Chance pushed the button to the ground floor.''Just across the road.''When the two got there, only two people were doing either loading or unloading the machines.''That's it?''''Yes.'' Chance place the basket do
"Is this going to take the entire day? Because there are better things I rather do than to wash.''''Stop complaining. Neither of us has anything to do. Instead of going to work, you held me captive in my own home. I can't even do my interview or work because of you.'' Chance playfullypushed Kristoff."When you are with me you don't need to work.""And when we break up?""Are you planning on breaking up with me?""No, but I'm just saying. I want my own success. This isn't 50 Shades of Gray.""No, but it is 50 shades of gay."Chance howled with laughter after that, "you say the dumbest things.""But they get you laughing."Chance pulled Kristoff closer to him. "You are so annoying." He gave him a kiss after saying."You like this annoying ass. Speaking of which. Did you decide if you are going to be bottom every once in a while?""Not yet." Chance kissed him again, then pulled away.After separa
For the entire time they were at the laundry mat, Kristoff remained silent. Making it known to Chance that the possibility of their relationship being thrown out there in the public was a problem to Kristoff. He just wasn't saying it.Which made Chance wonder what was going to happen with them.Would Kristoff leave if Malcom was serious and leak the photos? Or stay like he claimed.''Ok, that's the last of my shirts.''Kristoff said nothing. All he did was help Chance carry one of the laundry basket back to his apartment.Once in the elevator, Chance open to speak the words on his mind.''Look, if you want to do damage control or go, or do whatever. Feel free to go. I'm not going to hold you back or prevent you from leaving.''''Will you shut up? I'm trying to brainstorm here.''''Oh, well. Maybe we can put our heads together.''''Not now.'' Kristoff said, stepping out of the elevator as soon as it dinged.'
After a week, Chance was afraid to leave his apartment because Malcom told the media where he lived.So he now wasn't able to go on his interview, then again he didn't have to because the three places that were interested in him told him to not show up.He asked why and they told him they have reasons. One even down right told him they don't believe in hiring people of his sexual status.Chance sighed as he stared out the window, where scores of people were gathered. Waiting for him to come out and snap photos.His phone buzz, flashing an unknown number across the screen.He sighed, knowing that it is just another paparazzi trying to get the 'dirty.'His phone buzzed again, but this time it was his sister. Which he ignored because she, too, was trying to find something out. She even went as far as giving an interview. Lying about the time she saw them.Of all the people he knee in his life, Chance never thought his own sister. Foster
For almost a month, Chance couldn't get over Kristoff, blaming himself for falling for him, for believing that he would actually stay, believing his words and lies.For a second, Chance allowed himself to play with the thought that Stefan would come crashing through his door. He even played with the thought that maybe, just maybe, Kristoff would go public and profess his love for and they can be together again.But it was only just wishful thinking and mindless dreaming, because those things never happened. He never came. Kristoff went silent and off radar.The only thing the media had on him was the success of his business.Truth be told, this was the first time since the age of eighteen did the media could not cover anything on one of Kristoff's antics. It was as if he had disappeared from earth.And so did Malcom. After seeing that no one was interested in him, he finally got the picture and went into hiding or was put to shame by the many socia
Kristoff got out of his car when he saw the female from the grocery store leaving. They both looked around before she signalled for him to follow her.''Hey.''''Hey.''''How is he doing?''''Not good, he was crying.'' Abigail told Kristoff, hanging her head.''Damn it.''''I think it's ok though. He didn't have a bad thing to say about you.''''Good, thank you for making sure he is ok for me.''''You're welcome. Oh, and whatever you are planning, please hurry. I don't think he can hold on any longer.''Kristoff sighed. ''I know, but I can't just rush this thing. I have to do it when the time is right, the world will know not to fuck with us again.''Abigail offered him a smile. ''Good.'' She walked off after.''Wait, your payment.''''Kristoff pulled out an envelope of cash, then passed it to her.Abigail looked down it at in her hands. "You really don't have to. I meant it when I said I care
"So dear, what is your decision?" Krystal placed a hand on her husband. She was hoping that he would go easy on Kristoff. But the look on his face said otherwise.''My decision?'' He gave Kristoff a hard look, ''is for you to do whatever the hell you want. I know that even with my input, you would still go out of the do so either way."Kristoff scoffed, then pushed his chair back and got up."Well, this will be the last time I ever speak to this family. And father, I am no longer a sponsor to your company.""You self-""No, you are the self fuck. After all, I have done to not let your company fail, you never told me thanks once. You treated me as if I was an outsider for years, acted as if I was nothing to you. So for you to say I'm self, I must have inherited it.""And mother, goodbye."Kristoff stood in the doorway. Just as he was about to exist, his father stopped him."You want to know why I'm so hard on you?"
Kristoff drove as fast as he could, breaking through stoplights and almost causing a crash.All on his mind was Chance, as he imagined the worst likely outcome.First, he thought that he would find Chance on one of the railings, ready to jump, but he saved him in the nick of time.Next, he imagined that Chance was either drugged up or drunk in an abandoned alley, badly beaten."Where are you, Chance?" Kristoff questioned again, changing gears as he turned a corner.Kristoff slowed down, then reversed after seeing the back of someone. After taking a good look, he realised that it was someone else.Kristoff sighed, gripped the steering wheel, then relaxed back into his seat.He wished Chance knew how much he missed and truly cared for him; he wanted it to be good between them again.He never knew he loved someone until the time he spent apart from Chance. It almost drove him mad. Well, now he was going mad because he didn't know