☕︎Vacancy☕︎

~10~

Remy

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Trigger Warning?? Please be careful though at any point in this book 🤷
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After a long day of getting exams and shopping, it was clear that everyone else was tired. Fenry couldn't stop bouncing around everywhere and trying to look at everything, Granger was tired from chasing him all over and trying to keep him from hurting himself the many times that Fenry happened to trip. Dubai was exhausted with the amount of walking we had to do in order to get from place to place. Toronto was encouraging Fenry to be wild and Caylen looked as though he hadn't slept at all.

I, on the other hand, considered myself relatively fine albeit being a bit annoyed and then amused throughout the day.

It was bittersweet how much patience and kindness Granger had, almost surreal. When you grow up surrounded by pimps and prostitutes, you learn everything so early. Anatomy, self-defense, how to trick and pull. How to lure men into your trap and keep them wanting more so they pay you more.

And to never let them have anything before they pay.

But it wasn't always an easy thing to do. Not at all. Especially when you're smaller, a bit malnourished. It's harder to fight them off if they do too much. If they're being too rough. If they're taking more than what they're paying you for.

And there was no asking for help as long as they paid. They could do whatever. And no one would save you.

You get paid to be a whore and let men and women take advantage of you.

A saying that's been engraved into our heads since we were just little boys.

When you're younger, you get a break. You only have to handle the blowjobs and handjobs. We're taught to have a man unravel in our hands, or how to orally please a man at the earlier ages. But you have to deal with always getting raped and even robbed and you're taught to just take it. To not complain too much. To not cry too loudly. To not fight back. All of this because we were boys.

We weren't being protected like majority of the women. And our mothers were so drugged up, they couldn't even remember our names, our faces. Who we were, if we even knew them. We often had to fend for ourselves and find our own shelter. We were only permitted to keep a third of what we made for that day. So if we had no business, there was no break. We had to work or we'd never eat, never have clothes on our backs or even the necessities to perform basic personal hygiene.

Sometimes, we'd take on groupies just to make extra earnings.

We had learned that nothing in life was free the hard way.

There used to be a lot more of us. So many more. But if you didn't pay your dues, you were killed. If you didn't have a pimp, you often were killed. If no one knew your upbringing, you were likely to be killed. You were killed or ran off the turf or you killed yourself. And that was the harsh reality of it all. Death was your only way out other than money. Otherwise, you'd be tormented your entire life. You'd always manage to find your way back into the vile midst of the very things you tried so hard to escape.

Maybe that was why it was so easy to trust Granger. You could sense no ill intention from him. He was sincere and so much more down to Earth than you would pick up on at first glance. He had opened his arms widely to a group of younger male prostitutes. And he helped us pay our way out. Saved us from the hell that had to be our childhood and could have been the rest of our adulthood too. It was our lives up until that point. All that we had ever known and Granger was the kind soul that had wanted to change that for us.

Maybe he was that chance at a normal life. Or, as normal as it could possibly get from here on out.

Maybe he was sent to save us.

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Granger

After an exhausting few hours of chasing Fenry down, who had acted more like a toddler than most children I knew of did, I had my chauffeur, Xenus take us all back to my home and we started setting up for dinner.

All of the guys went off in their separate ways to put away their belongings and Remy was sitting on one of the comfy lounge chairs in my room, tucked into himself with his knees to his chest as he watched me arrange things around my room again.

It was almost strange how quickly I was getting attached to Remy.

He wanted to always be at my side for everything and I found myself not minding that he was there. He was so sweet and quiet, especially around others and then with me, it was as though that clingy inner child in him had finally been set free.

I was happy to be able to even see him smile from time to time and he was so gracious and grateful with things. Contradictory to his sometimes rather explosive emotional behavior.

It truly made me happy to know that I was no longer alone or lonely. It was so much more lively around here. And although the atmosphere may have been tense at times, it was really comforting to know that I had them here with me in my personal living space where they at least felt safe enough to trust me around them.

Hopefully, someday soon, they'll all finally open up and be themselves.

I could only hope for the very best.

I heard my bedroom door open and I was about to turn around to see who it was until I heard the footsteps. Maybe it was weird, but I had lived with Deane for so long now that I knew as soon as the man entered the room. I turned to give him a smile as he approached but instead of smiling back, he just wrapped his arms around my waist and lay his head on my shoulder.

I stiffened up a little and glanced over his head at Remy on the couches. The boy seemed to not pay us too much attention though as he was going through some of the books I had laying out on the table before him. I gently pried Deane off and turned his head in the boy's direction. When we met eyes again, I raised a brow at him and he smiled a little nervously as he moved to stand to his full height again.

"Wow, it is not like me to not be aware of my surroundings," Deane laughed a little to himself as he straightened out his top, making sure his hair wasn't too crazy. I smiled back at him a little and reassuringly squeezed his arm as we walked further away from the sitting space.

It was clear that something was on his mind, but if I knew any better, it'd be best to wait until he decided to tell me about it. I could only assume it was a handful of things since Deane wasn't the type of man to be so easily bothered. We stood near my closet and both faced Remy as Deane pulled out his phone, scrolling through it a little before seeming to find something. I glanced at his screen before he relented and just showed it to me as he opened up his messages.

Nothing other than that lovely meeting I was desperately hoping my father forgot about. And it seems he was made aware of my recent purchases as well.

Fuck...

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