Six months later
After 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
Staying in London had been a good decision. I've been spending time with my family and my sister. Busying myself, burying in more work, and traveling for business more than I've ever done in the past years. My dad was proud of me, my little sister looked happy once more and mom was just content having her children under one roof for the time being. She knew I'd bolt sooner than later, she knows me too well.And Mom was right. It didn't take long before I was back in my penthouse while my sister Rena decided that she was going to stay in London. She gave me the look when I told everyone that I was going to go back. Dad was however pleased, thinking that I was taking over the office while he decided to prolong his stay with the rest of the family in London.I thought I'd have enough, but I knew I needed to be myself and London was never my scene. It was never my home.It has been six months after my breakup with Ghazi and I've only been back in the country for les
"As fun as going on these sex benders with you. I need a break. Jeez, boss, way to pop your six months cherry of being the grumpy single man after your breakup. But seriously it's late, I need to go back." Zal finished off his drink, but contrary to his words asked the bartender for a refill.Zal and I had been club hopping. We've been to the kink club and played with Florian and the boys. But somehow I was still itching for more."I'm not on a bender, I just realize that I need to forget about Oscar. I need to get into in my head that ending things between us was right. He was safe and happy in London with his family."There was a look on Zal's face that made my insides stir. I hated that he knew me too well. "I know that he's back. I said was didn't I? Damn it Zal, why do you think I'm doing this? I need to get him out of my head.""You got it bad cuz," Zal shook his head and gave me a supporting slap on my shoulder."Fuck, you know it a
"You should go. I have the ticket and I hate to waste it, but I have an impromptu sex date that is too enticing for me to cancel. Come on, Remy, it'll be a gorgeous event, you can find another Sugar Daddy there..." Rhys explained while they both took their seats beside me on my living room sofa.Not this issue again. I hated that Bill and Rhys always resort to sex when it comes to financial issues. But I was not going to call them out on it. These guys had been there for me when everything turned to shit and they had helped me just by being there for me. I know they only mean well."Alright...alright, give me the invite. But um...I don't think I have the right clothes for the thing.""The thing..." Rhys grinned and told me that they were going to take me out shopping later. "It's time you up your game if you don't want to join our agency, and you should appear to play the field.""I'm not sure I can afford to do it. Those clothes can be thousands of dolla
I did not expect the business meeting to be held longer than anticipated. I was frustrated, I needed to relax. The merger that my dad said was to be an easy job with the assigned task force was proving to be the most complicated I've done in years of working for Dad.The man was still back in London with Mom and my sister and didn't appear like he was going back from his little retirement excursion any time soon. I envied him. But then I'd think about what I'd do with all the free time, I decided that it was good that my work was keeping me busy.I was handling everything with the board and the middle management. My PA, Felicity, has been running around frantically, setting up my schedules tighter than any CEO could manage. She had taken herself to recruit more help from several interns to assist her with the administration side or she would be getting back home by nine in the evening every day since the merger from hell started."Felicity, you should go, that p
It was the social event that I dreaded but still go to at the end. The thing about my uncles was that they were both manipulative bastards, and my aunts were no better. They knew just how to push the right buttons to control me and I hated that the most.Being the head of a criminal family does make one have power, but what I have to consider was the intricate side behind every decision-making that I make. When I ended things with Oscar, it was not supposed to be for real. But then somehow they noticed and they pulled the rug under me saying things can get messy easily. Remembering what they did to Oscar's sister, I believed them. Since then I've made several attempts to turn things around though just like they said, they have been in the business longer and I've been tackled with their so-called business smarts more times than I liked.Months after having to cut ties with Oscar my relationship with them had been at a standstill. They never pushed me to build relations
I came back home feeling light on my feet. I couldn't believe that Rhys and Bill were right. The first few hours were a total waste of time, but then Ghazi sits beside me. The Iranian businessman was extra hot and it confuses me when I was so easily swooned by his words. He was perfectly poised and was dripping with money. I could tell just by his appearance alone.The kisses that we share, the strokes between us, and the cum swallowing, they were all too good. I didn't expect that at all. But I did rewind snippets of them in my mind several times on my way back home.Ghazi has my number and he said that he wanted more of us. I need to contain the giddy feeling inside me so I retreated to my studio and started working on my art. It was an intricate design for a collar requested by one of the clients who DM me. He had put in a special request for his partner. I could feel the love he puts on when he consult me for the design. It was the kind of thing I longed for and st
I couldn't believe that I stupidly made him feel insecure about himself. Remy was gorgeous and I didn't realize that underneath that cool composure, he was sweet and fragile at the same time. This was Oscar all over again. And I'd be dammed if I treated him the way I treated Oscar.Needing to feel him tucked safely under me, I wrapped him in my arms the second we reached my bed. My new bed. My new penthouse apartment. Because after Oscar, I needed to forget about what we had and everything that could be between us. I needed to let him go. I know that he was doing okay in London, I had eyes on him. That was when I finally decided to move on after Oscar. I needed him to be safe. I owe him that.But right now, Remy was making me remember the one person who got away, all over again. The sweet lovely person in my arms burrowed deeper and his hand curled my shirt as if he didn't want to let me go. He was badly shaken, I can see it in his eyes. Someone in his past made him th
By Thursday afternoon I was getting agitated. It was getting hard hiding from Dion Pierce. The guy looked too fucking hot for his own good and I need to start wearing sunglasses in the office so no one can't see how my eyes kept gazing across the floor, looking for the sex on a stick.We have been sexting on and off every couple of days, but I haven't followed through with his sexy invite. All because I was too busy with work. It was getting embarrassing by now. This was why I don't even bother dating. Not with women, not with men."Mr. Davenport, here are the files that Felicity requested," Another tease from Dion as he lay stacks of folders on my desk, but this time on the top of the pile was a piece of paper with his home address on it. The man winked when no one was looking at us, then was out of my office within seconds.My hand was quick to snatch the piece of paper and put it in my pocket. And when I was about to text him, he texted me first.