Princess °° Freddie Highmore [dd/lg]

chapter thirty-one:

-- C H A P T E R
T H I R T Y - O N E --

After we finished our dinner, Freddie and I took it upon ourselves to drink the wine bottle he had ordered. Normally, I don't drink, but tonight, I felt a bit daring.

"So," Freddie slurs. "ye had asked me earlier how I managed to come to States." He took a swig from his wine glass. "What I'm about to tell you, is something I had never told any of my past subs. So I would request that you keep what I'm telling you confidential -- just between you and I..."

"Absolutely." I replied. I leaned forward to listen in. The alcohol was starting to kick in my blood stream. I was surprised I was aware of what was going on.

Freddie ran his hand through his hair, then spoke. "Aside from getting scholarships and attending Uni, I had found myself having a bit of a spending problem. I'd go to frat houses, get wasted, laid, and become mates with the members by buying gin and whiskey for their next party.

"Soon, the frat parties would become invitations to strip clubs. On one particular evening, I met a dancer there, and she just so happened to know a few people who could help me find myself a decent job, that would pay and get me out of my bind.

"Before I went to the States, I was selling myself as a call boy. From there, I met an American woman, who promised me that if I fucked her just right, she'd give me start out pay, the ability to get my visa and to be able to start my own business in the United States."

He pauses, then sighs. "Now you know."

It was a bit of a shock that Freddie had a low point in his life. From what I'd gathered, I was under the impression that he was from a wealthy family and that he got everything handed down to him. No. He came from a poor upbringing, and had to make difficult choices, just like everyone else.

Everyone else except me.

"Don't be ashamed, Freddie," I slurred. "I may not know what that's like, but I know that you now don't have to live like that anymore. You're a millionaire, living on the high end of Austin. You have multiple office spaces around the country! You made something of yourself."

Freddie looks up at me then. His eyes, though they were glossy from being buzzed, were glistening with tears. "I appreciate that."

Just as I was about to respond, a song from my youth played loudly around the restaurant. Autumn in New York by Billie Holiday.

"Dance with me." Freddie says. He staggers his way to his feet, clumsily extending his hand out to me. "Please, do me the honor."

I smirk, taking his hand in mine. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Highmore."

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