Taking the rest of that bag before work was a mistake, even if it had been hours ago because now he felt like shit. The high had worn off and it left him even more irritable than he was this morning. He didn't have enough money for another bag so soon but how could he possibly wait two weeks again? By then... His uncle would be here.
No, he couldn't wait. He needed it now. But how- His mind flashed to the other night, when he was pushed up against the apartment building.
There are other ways to pay.
He shuddered. He couldn't... Could he? It was wrong. It was bad enough he let his perversions ruin his relationship with his best friend, what would happen if he fucked things up with his dealer? How would he be able to get more? But if he didn't, he wouldn't get more. For two weeks.
Standing outside the coffee shop, he backed into an ally, dialling his manager's number.
"Black Harbour Cafe, how can I help you?"
"Hey, Margaret." He coughed. "I'm not feeling well, I can't make it in today."
Silence. "Reese, it's five minutes before your shift."
"I know, I'm sorry. I thought I could make it but I just got off the bus and threw up."
He heard a sigh on the other end. "Okay, get better soon, Reese."
The line went dead and he pulled his phone away from his ear. He wasn't sure if she bought it but it didn't matter because soon he wouldn't care about anything.
He sent a text, not having to wait long for a response. This time, instead of a meeting place, Reese got an address. He swallowed down his nerves and put the location into google maps.
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By the time he made it to the address, it was dark out. Street lights flickered as Reese walked up the steps, ducking into the warm lobby. It was a surprisingly decent apartment, not at all something he would have thought a drug dealer to have.
He texted him to let him know he was here and pressed the buzzer. Almost immediately he was dinged in. He was full of nerves as he took the elevator up to the third floor. This wasn't right, his mind kept telling him. But he was desperate.
He stopped outside the door. If he was going to back away, now would be the time. But before he could spend much time thinking about it, the door swung open. Reese's eyes widened. Without the dark attire hiding a lot of his features, the man was actually really attractive. Reese had never seen him like this, in a simple pair of sweatpants riding low on his hips, his shirtless torso exposed a six pack of abs and his messy blonde hair making him look like he had just gotten out of bed. He smiled, opening the door for Reese to step inside.
As he walked through the front area, he vaguely noticed the click of the lock as the male shut the door. He came over and threw an arm around Reese's shoulder, bypassing the living room and going straight to his bedroom.
Reese knew what he came here for but he didn't think it would be happening so fast. He pulled himself from under the blonde's arm, stepping back. "I just realized I don't even know your name."
He chuckled, reaching out for Reese's hand. He ran his thumb across his knuckles, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Locke."
He tugged Reese into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them. He pushed Reese back on the bed, about to climb on top of him until, "Wait."
Annoyance flickered across Locke's features. "What?"
"I want it first."
Locke crawled over him, fingers quickly working the belt on his pants. "I think you forgot whose calling the shots here. Let me remind you."
Locke reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking him to life. Reese wanted to hate every second of it but his body betrayed him. He closed his eyes, pretending he was somewhere else, with someone else. Someone with perfect blonde hair and blue eyes soft and kind. He moaned, the thought of Angel stroking his cock like this again.
Locke shattered the image when his breath tickled his ear. "What a good little whore you are."
Reese snapped his eyes open. What was he doing? He didn't want this. There was only one person he ever wanted seeing him this way and he fucked it all up. This was wrong.
He pushed Locke away, scooting back on the bed. "Stop. I don't want to do this anymore."
Locke's eyes darkened but all he said was, "You don't get it for that."
"It's fine," Reese buckled up his pants. "I'll just come back when I have the money."
Locke shrugged, falling back against the pillows. He crossed his arms behind his head and Reese couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. "Your loss. I could have made you feel good."
Reese left thinking, that's exactly what I'm afraid of.
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Desperate Measures (On Hold)
Romance(Book 4) After losing everything he had in his life, Reese Gillian was forced by his parents to work at a coffee shop instead of wasting his life away at home. Here, he meets a mysterious stranger who seems to care a little too much about Reese's we...
