SUMMARY:
Ray- lonely, rich, alcoholic but gorgeous playboy meets Yok- financially strapped, talented artist and hot, handsome rebel accidentally one night while Yok is vandalizing the walls of Ray's old, abandoned mansion where his mother had di...
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YOK
Ray is like a hound dog who had been guarding me ever since I woke up. Insisting that I stay at his house until I am fully healed. A day after, I had woken up to Ray curled up beside me. My ROL friends left the mansion with a stern instruction to call them if I needed anything. They needed to finish up the investigation. I was a bit sad not to be there, but then this is my second time almost dying.
I felt half conscious when Sean had directly asked if I was living with Ray, the closet full of my stuff seemed to be all the confirmation he needed because he had dismissed my denial and instead had congratulated me for landing a rich, young and handsome sugar daddy. I gave up arguing then, especially because my wound was still aching.
Ray had not appeared bothered at all, in fact, even when all my friends were there, he never allowed himself to be far enough from me to loose physical contact. Happily sending my mom a message, saying he was sick and that he had asked me to stay with him so my mon need not worry where I was. When I get better, Ray and I need to have a stern discussion about this insane clinginess. He hadn't left the house at all the last 7 days I've been here.
The wound is scabbing now and I can freely move around. The slight throbbing is still present but I've never been one to be bothered by slight pain. Ray had just stepped off the bathroom, freshly showered. Wearing only his boxers and tank top, rivulets of water falling off his hair, as he tries to dry them off. God what an insanely beautiful creature. I couldn't help myself, so I called him over softly and he approached, raising his eyebrows in inquiry. He yelped in surprise when I pulled him to me and I kissed him so hungrily. God! He is the prettiest darn man I've ever seen my entire life and I'm also horny as hell, because it's been a week since we've had sex. I've tried hard to tempt Ray, but he just dismisses me off, telling me to get better first. A few times, he had given in and gave me a blowjob but never attempted to ask for more or anything in return. He just tells me later when I get better. Why is Ray si considerate? It just makes me fall even harder.
When we finally have to come up for some oxygen, our eyes are glazed with lust and our lips both red and thoroughly kissed. My hands landed on Ray's boxers and I touched his arousal. He is very hard. But he smirks and pushes my hand off and gets off the bed.
He moves around humming softly, finally I can hear the hair dryer being turned on in his walk in closet. A soft knock on the door made me look, it was Victor announcing that Ray had a visitor. Mew is here, victor said simply. His tone grave, does he dislike Mew too? Slowly fumbling for my discarded muscle tee, because nobody else should know that I was shot and I'm not sure if Mew is comfortable enough around here to just come up to the room; like Boston had done several times since, even towing Nick a few times.
"Ray babe, you have a guest," I told him after I knocked on the closet door, trying to catch his attention.
"Who?" He asked, as he continued to blow dry his hair.
