Every Boy's Nightmare - PART ONE of Guns & Roses

A Better Fantasy Than Koi

The day moved kind of slowly in the Walker household.

Chris was feeling very unhurried, and very comfortable, explored around while Caleb did have to actually do work from home, and left him in his office to go peruse to his heart's content.

He found the two pools, the tennis courts, the basketball court, the fucking damned indoor pool, a library, and no less than three parlors or dens…honestly, Chris could never tell the difference.

They had a game room, and attached to that, a theater, and what was clearly a Great Hall with a raised stage platform. It was the most extraordinary place he had ever personally seen in full, and while it should have been empty feeling, the place was jam-packed with legitimate employees, from cleaning staff to cook and wait-staff, general operations management, an office for a day to day HR guy, not to mention the guards on staff, and the number of spare rooms and guest spaces was wild.

Just whole wings dedicated to them, and then he almost had heart failure when he walked into a wing that was very occupied by a fuck ton of men, and one brief conversation and he found out, that some of these guys lived there full time.

They were usually single and kept apart from the main household, but damned if he didn’t have live-in security teams that were available at the drop of a flipping dime. And surprise surprise, Pablo and Nicky were there and just waved at him when he passed them by.

They had their own gym room and dining hall, and it was almost set up like a dormitory, except the rooms were massive, self-contained mini condo type of spaces, with kitchens, bathrooms, living rooms and built-in closets, and just a gamut of features that included free TV and WIFI, and holy fucking God, Christian hadn’t known anything about any of it.

Their space led out to a wide-open area that had its own parking lot and basketball courts, and Chris was done.

He was literally reeling, and he had yet to find the shooting range, apparently, the spa room, or any damn thing in this wonderland of man-made, self-contained, built-for-war and apocalypse type of environment.

He was realizing steadily, that while Caleb may have bought the home for six point three mill, the additions alone were enormous expenses. The payout of these people alone was extraordinary, and more, made a lot of sense now, why he was such a workaholic. He not only supported his family's very broad-reaching expansive lifestyle, but hundreds of people more, not to mention anyone outside of this complex.

Holy Christ.

He had really thought he’d stop being surprised by it all, but he wasn’t and it was rocking him all over again.

Still, not as badly as before, at least not anxiety-inducing in that manner, and everything here was seamless, well organized and so efficient it was mellow despite the chaos of it. He was thinking, that had a lot to do with the singular man in charge of it all, and it gave him a wild appreciation for just how seamless Caleb himself really was.

After all, when they were together, the man never talked about work, at least not exclusively, always made it about them and them alone, didn’t seem stressed, and remembered every damn detail down to the letter. It was a little scary to realize about him, how observant and ranging he had to have been to juggle everything abounding.

All over again he was impressed by the man, and no wonder, he was such a control freak. Really, to lose track of one thing? It could spiral quickly out of control.

So, that left Christian thinking, that he was lucky all over again to even have so much of the man's time.

He ended up sitting on a ledge, on the second story, and dangling his legs over the edge, taking in a view of just a quarter of the property. It was close to sundown, and he was pretty sure, he was feeling better, had taken a real good look not just at the property but at the previous night, and really, he wasn’t even that mad at Mikael right then. Not just mad at least.