When good meets really, really, really bad.
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Daniel Harper is down on his luck as he struggles to pay for his sophomore year at NYU. After a failed attempt at selling drugs, he gets offered a deal too good to be true: Date the heir to the Vitt...
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LUCIEN VITTORI
I looked down at my sweet Danny Boy as he slept peacefully. His legs would give the occasional twitch, but I don't think he was in any major pain.
After we finished, Danny was quick to pass out. I took it upon myself to clean him up.
I can only feel immense pride with having someone like Danny letting me be his first. He let me show him how it is to be properly cared for.
I’ll admit, I did get pretty jealous when I saw Danny talking to Marcello and how much they were laughing. But it was thanks to Danny reassuring me that he isn't someone that will let anyone touch him.
I also up passing out right next to Danny. We both slept in the amazing sheets as the night passed us. Who cares about the gala? I certainly don’t.
When the morning came, I awoke and saw Danny still sleeping. I decided to order room service and all sorts of food for Danny. He’s going to be starving after last night.
There was a frantic knock on my door. I wrapped a robe over myself. I thought maybe it was room service coming to serve our food but instead on the other side was my parents.
“What’s going on?” I asked. Both mother and father were looking relieved.
“Oh, thank God you’re okay.” Mother sighed and entered the room. Father followed behind.
“Why? Did you think I was dead?” I asked.
“You went radio silent since last night. Your father and I thought maybe you were in trouble or got into another fight at DUMBO House.” Mother said.
“You guys always assume I’m getting into trouble.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Lucien. It’s you. We know who you are.” Father said.
“How was the gala last night?” I asked.
“It was iffy. Lorenzo and Dante got into an argument over their mother’s house in Sicily. And there was the little ones who were screaming and pretending to shoot each other. They reminded us of you when you were little.” Father said. He and mom awed at the times when I used to pretend to stab my cousin in the stomach.
“What about the auction? Anything good?” I asked.
“A trip to the Maldives and some shares in our Macau casino. Either than that, nothing else.” Father explained.
The knock on the door let me go and get our food. My parents saw the cart of food.
