Cure me #JustWriteIt

Chapter One

                  

"Well! This is crap, utter nonsense!" Page after page Jack flips the pages for proposals for Hellfire project. No reasonable themes are suggested, just empty talk and fucking useless subjects. Can't anybody come up with something more useful, than supermodels posing on luxury cars, half naked and horny as hell? Ogling the girl on the cover, don't make him horny. Not even a glitch in his groin.

For two reasons; first he doesn't like seeing woman like this, displayed for the showdown, and second- he's gay. At 27 years old, as a successful CEO of Marble Industry, he still doesn't see himself as a normal human being. For him being gay feels as a desise, no pill can cure or take away. The image of a young guy kneeling in front of him, well... this brings more interesting ideas into his mind. Dirty images in matter of fact.

Keeping that secret from everybody kills him every day, lying to people he cares for and loves. Especially his parents. It would be so rough for them to accept him this way. Jack meant to tell them a year ago but when he saw how his father reacted to a cousin of his declared being gay, he frecked out. He couldn't bare the hate from his father or her mother telling him constantly where she went wrong with raising him.

Jeremy, Jack's older brother, knew about him and his secret life. But he never judged. How many times Jeremy had walk into his brother's apartment and found a half-naked strange guy in Jack's living room? Countless times. He never asked or told anyone! Being his brother meant being loyal, even if he didn't like what he saw.

"So, round 2?" a voice from his bathroom questioned him, the smell of cologne traveling to his nostrils from the bathroom. "No! It's time for you to leave!" Jack stated, his voice sounded irritated. Crabbing his pants from the floor, he slipped them on and opened his bedroom door for him.

"Can I call you? You didn't give me your number by the way!" the manwhore buttoned his shirt, leaning in to Jack's personal space, few inches from his face. Jack took a step back, no pleasure of being so close to him again. "There's a reason, I didn't give you my number!" Jack tilted his head slightly, his mouth twisting, until forming a straight line. "No second dates!" he stated, his hand pointing out the door, ushing him to leave him alone. One night or not even night, an hour was enough to get him off and the guy out the door. He tossed his bed sheets in the bin and put on fresh ones. The smell of cologne still lingering in his bedroom.

His bedroom is huge, dark oak wood bed dominates the space, in the foot of the bed is a large chest, covered with leather. Cream colored walls and pure white ceiling, pecan colored curtains blocking the view to the Space needle in Seattle. Well, an apartment in down town Seattle, his own business and good looks brought plenty of interest from woman, but he ignored all of them.

He was rich, insanely wealthy, but this couldn't cure him. He tried, but no woman could get him so hard, than a man slut would. He wanted what everybody had: family, a person to love and spend his life with, but being gay- this didn't seem real to him. More like a dream. That fucking dream that his parents planned for him, just didn't happen.

This was never going to happen. He threated himself as a sick person, he got himself hospitalized and pumped full of drugs, thinking that all of this was is his head. Therapy did no use, even worse. The therapist kept repeating that this could not be changed, and his orientation is GAY. All he could do was to lay back and let his life pass by.

Jack took a shower and slipped on a grey t-shirt and charcoal grey sweatpants. He was tired and angry at himself and everybody else. Tomorrow first thing would be arranging a meeting with the head of design and work out new plans. These assholes could do their work better, if they had a shotgun shoved into their asses.