All That Glitters

Chapter 7

Kingston's P.O.V.

"That's fair," I answer as he takes his phone from the small half locker on the wall to fiddle with it before flipping it around so I can see the screen - he has a five minute timer set. "You can start it."

Milan nods while turning the phone around, and presses the start button, so I ask my first question; "How old are you?"

"I'm 22-years-old," he replies, and he seems relieved at such a simple question.

"Are you orignially from Aspen?" I ask since I'm trying to figure out to do a background check on him.

"No, I'm not, but I am from Colorado," he replies with a frown.

Interesting, it seems he is going to be semi-difficult on giving out personal information, but I guess I can understand he has his reasons.

"Is your last name Lane?" I ask with a quirked right eyebrow.

Milan doesn't answer right away while he folds his thin arms over his lean chest; "Next question."

"Fine. Where is your son's mother, is she in his life?" I ask believing that is last name is Lane.

"Nope, since I'm technically his mum, but no, his father isn't in his life before you ask," Milan replies, and his body language looks defiant.

Huh, I know there are men who can become pregnant, but I have never met one before today.

"Why are you in this profession?" I ask moving away from questions concerning his son.

"Because I can," he shrugs, not really answering the question, and he refuses to look me in the eyes.

Internally sighing at his avoidence to the question, I guess I can understand his stance on not answering if it's from fear of being judged.

"Do you ever see your family, besides seeing Salem of course?" I ask hoping I can find out usful information this way.

"I see them everyday when I am here since everyone who works here is my family," he answers before looking at his phone. "Thirty seconds left."

"Would you be willing to spend time with me outisde of the club, so we can get to know each other better? Obviously, if Salem is there that is your decision," I ask, hoping he agrees.

"Perhaps, on one condition - that I have someone with me for safety," he answers as he shuts off the alarm quickly.

"That is understandable and resonable, so I accept your condition," I agree since I do understand where he is coming from on wanting safety with being with someone who he doesn't know. "Thank you for agreeing to this, and when are you free next?"

Milan remains silent, and as the seconds tick by, the more my nerves esclate that he has changed his mind before he finally answers; "How long are you going to be here tonight?"

"Until you are ready to give me an answer," I honestly reply with a small hopeful smile.

Milan slowly nods as he murmurs; "I will have an answer for you by closing, if not sooner."

Nodding, I smile my thanks as I move to follow him from the private room to the main area where we seperate, where he takes another man into the private room. The idea of him privately dancing for others doesn't sit well with me, but there is nothing I can do about it. Joining Taylor at the bar, I give him a tiny smile at his questioning look.

"How did your private dance go?" Taylor asks when I don't answer his questioning look while I order a whiskey on ice.

"I didn't have him dance, we talked instead," I answer. "I asked him a few questions, but he agreed to hang out with me outside of here if he can find someone to come with him for safety. I think I scared him earlier today with my comment of seeing him tonight. I didn't mean to terrify him - I was just trying to flirt with him. I should have thought of how that comment would sound to him while he was with his son."

"Dude, I'm surprised he even talked with you, let alone agreed to see you outside of here even with a friend attending with him," Taylor comments, shaking his head. "Is his son adorable?"

"I'm surprised he was willing to this, too," I acknowledge, wishing I could change my words toward him from earlier. "His son is absolutly adorable!"

"What is his son's name?" Taylor asks before taking a sip of his vodka tonic.

"I would rather not say until I have his permission to do so, sorry Tay," I answer with a smile of apology.

Taylor nods his head; "That's understandable. Hey, here comes Milan with another dancer."

Turning my head to the right, I find Milan approaching with the guy from this morning at the store. They stop in between Taylor and I with Milan stating; "Um, we can meet up at the cafe on eighth tomorrow at 9 a.m. Does that work for you?"

Instantly grinning at him, I answer; "That's fine! Thank you for agreeing to this!"

Milan slowly nods with a tiny smile as his friend, who I think is named Jon, continues to scowl at me before he asks; "Why are you doing this?"

"I want to know him better," I answer unsure why the man seems hostile toward me, and I wonder if he is the one joining us tomorrow - if he is, this should prove to be interesting.

"We will see you in the morning then," Milan replies, and I'm sure before, now I am, that by his friend's smirk, he is the one joining us in the morning. "Come on, Rome."

They leave Taylor and I alone, and I'm now nervous yet excited for this despite 'Rome's' attitude toward me. I'm glad Milan has a friend like him, and it is understandable why he may not like me.

An hour later, Taylor and I take our own Ubers home since we have been drinking, and we took Ubers here, too. Showering, using the toilet, brushing my teeth and hair, I then pull on a pair of tight black boxer briefs before crawling into bed with a content smile on my face as I am looking forward to tomorrow morning.