"Am I dressed nice enough to be a rich boy? Should I drop some bills on the floor as I walk in?" I was getting nervous as we glided through the city in the back of a limo.
"No! Fuck! You hate me, don't you? I'm so sorry for dragging you into this. Just be yourself. It's not like we would normally make out in front of people or anything. You'll just see them for dinner. I need to get some business settled with my dad and go to the bank with him in the morning. Then we will be off for our dream trip filled with sex and the most beautiful beach. Please don't be upset." Anderson sat up to face me.
He reached for my hands and brought them up to his lips. He kissed them and kept his eyes on me. I didn't respond.
"I'll buy you a Ferrari. Or a nice gold watch? Please, sir. They just wouldn't understand, and I rarely see them. They're old and from a different time." He kissed my hand then put my fingers to his lips to suck on them.
"Ok fine. But stop buying me things. Instead, you will grant me three things in the future. You can not say no to them and I get to use them at any time. Nothing of monetary value, just some things I will ask of you that you might not be into. Deal?" I asked. I had no idea what they would be.
"Yes! Deal! Ok. This is going to be good. It's going to be ok." He did not look so sure about that. He was sweating a little and his face looked pale.
The driver took us up to a gate in a large wall across from a park. Behind it was a shining glass tower and huge shady trees. The guard opened the gate and we drove down a tree lined road that led to a parking garage.
Inside the garage was a glass walled lobby where the driver stopped. He came to open the door for us and Anderson said something in Chinese.
We went in and found the elevators. He used the last one to get us up to the top floor. He had a keycard the driver had given him that let us onto the top floor where an older man in a nice suit was waiting to greet us.
"Hi, Mr. Yang! I'm Ezra." I went to shake his hand, but he looked confused. Anderson laughed.
"He's the butler. But your manners are good." Anderson put his hand on my shoulder and guided me past him.
We went through a big foyer then down a hallway until Anderson opened the door into a large bedroom that was the size of a small apartment.
"Was this your room?" I asked as I dove onto the king sized bed.
"No. We lived in Hong Kong when I left home. This is your bedroom. I'll be in the one next to it." He sat down next to me and put his hand on my stomach.
"Separate rooms too?" This was going to suck. "I can't sleep without you."
"Don't worry. I'll mess up the bed in my room then come here when they're asleep. It's a big apartment so they won't notice." He laid down next to me and put his head on my chest.
"Why don't you just tell them I'm your pet? If we are going to lie, why not go big?" I laughed.
The driver from the limo interrupted us by bringing in our luggage.
"Oh yeah I do see it!" Anderson pointed up at the ceiling to explain why we were laying together on the bed. "That crack does kind of look like Harry Styles!"
The driver completely ignored us. He put our luggage in the closet and then left.
"Damn, you're a quick liar!" I laughed.
Anderson took a deep breath and sat up. He leaned forward and covered his face with his hands.
"Babe, no. It's fine." I sat up and knelt behind him. I put my hands on his shoulders and massaged them.
YOU ARE READING
The Big One
RomanceBetween work, school, and the gym, 19 year old Ezra Ryan doesn't have much time for fun in post-pandemic San Francisco. He's leery of the older guys who get too forward with him when he's trying to work. But something about Anderson seems different...
