My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Deal

Now this was one hell of an unexpected meeting. What an arrogant piece of shit. He gave me only three more months. That’s nothing—absolutely nothing. I’ll need that time just to figure out how the hell I’m gonna get enough money. My dad won’t let me continue my studies, and there’s no way I’m working for him.

We were in the car, driving back home.

“Miles… Can you believe that? He looks like you. It’s weird. I mean, you look like him, but still.”

“I knew that. What do you think—why do you think I wasn’t allowed to be seen outside? People would confuse me with him.”

Okay, that made sense now. Hector and Miles looked nearly identical, but Miles definitely had a better personality. Sweet, caring, helpful, charming...

...while Hector? I can’t even deny I got turned on when that bastard slammed me onto his desk. And honestly, I still am.

Since I let Miles drive, my hands were free. My mind wasn't.

I looked at him, imagined him doing to me what Hector did. I actually wanted it. But from this man—Miles.

I placed my hand on his leg and started rubbing it softly.

“You’re very bad,” he said. “You forget I don’t feel when you touch me. Besides, you shouldn’t distract me.”

“Aw, I know. But I’m so horny.”

He glanced at me, smiling. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Just as things were heating up, my phone rang like a damn fire alarm.

“For fuck’s sake… Dad.”

“He probably noticed you’re gone. You better pick it up.”

With a deep sigh, I braced myself.

“Dad?”

“William O’Hara! Listen here! You were already in enough trouble, but taking the humanoid with you? That’s it. Get your ass home immediately!”

“You didn’t listen to me—I had to do something drastic.”

“Oh really? You better not be fantasizing about leaving the country with your so-called lover. This isn’t some goddamn movie.”

I wish it were. But let’s be honest, he’d just call Hector and have him shut Miles down remotely.

“I took Miles to his owner. I asked him to let me keep him. He’s gonna email you.”

“You’re not keeping him. And you’re heading to military service in a month. End of discussion.”

“No, Dad—seriously! He will send you an ema—”

He hung up. Of course. Why would I expect anything different?

“He doesn’t want me to be happy. No one believes I can change. Not even my own parents…”

Tears hit me hard and fast. I’d tried so hard to be better, to show them I was better—with Miles’ help—but none of it mattered to them. They couldn’t even accept that I’m gay. My crying turned into full-on sobbing, loud and messy. My body shook, my breath hitched.

“Will... Let’s calm down, alright?” Miles said gently.

He drove a few more blocks in silence while I completely fell apart. I didn’t even notice we’d stopped until I looked around and realized I had no idea where we were.

“I just needed to get us away for a second,” he said. “Hector gave you time. And, no offense, but your father can’t do anything about that.”

He pulled me into his arms. I felt like shit—used, worthless. But I buried my face into his chest anyway. The tears didn’t stop. Both his shirt and mine were soaked.

“Ssh. Everything is going to be alright.”

“I don’t know… Everything seems lost. No one understands me. Not even your damn creator…”

“Will, that’s not true. Hector is a people-pleaser. If anyone, he tries to understand people. He already gave you time. It may not feel like much, but it’s something. We’ll figure this out together, okay? What else did he say?”

I hesitated. Hector said a lot of shit I didn’t like. Like he knew me, when he really didn’t. A guy like him? Rich, successful, probably drowning in lovers. What the hell would he know about being alone?

“He said… I have to bring you to him every three weeks so he can check your progress.”

“See? He cares. He wants to see how you’re doing, how you’re both adapting. That’s a good sign.”

I sniffled and wiped my face.

“No offense, but I doubt it. He seemed like a total dick. What are three months even good for?”

“Might be enough to convince him. He’s strict, yeah. He’s a businessman. But he’s not cold. Trust me.”

Miles paused for a second. He looked… distant. Of course he’d say that. It’s his creator, after all.

“…A heart I don’t have,” he added. “I’m still just a well-functioning humanoid. Don’t forget that.”

“I don’t care. You’re the only one who loves me. And let’s be real—you’re only fond of him because you’re like his child.”

“Well, yeah. Makes sense. But I’ve spent enough time with him to study him. I know he’s not what you think.”

Didn’t matter. I just wanted Miles. Not Hector. Not my dad. Not the world.

I curled up in his arms, and slowly—finally—my breathing steadied. My heart stopped trying to jump out of my chest.

Now it was time to go home. All I could hope was that, by then, my dad had read that goddamn email.

That was my only hope left.