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Chapter 6

=Jason=

Jason clapped his hands together inquiring everybody's attention.

"Let's wrap up, is enough for today. Good job everyone and thank you" Another day in hell, Jason thought. It was the third day of auditions, one week left and he didn't have the leading actor for the commercial. They refused everything Jason chose, so the only solution left was to start auditions. He truly hates them, all kind of nutjobs and even woman. The notice was clear for man. No mistake there, and also precisely for ages between twenty-twenty six, with precise requirements. They even had an old man that started to preach the bible.

He did find some suitable young man, well suitable for his bed but the ad, not so much. At least his night won't be dreary; he had a 'date' with a young, pretty and willing man tonight that was there for the audition. He flirted ostensibly with Jason every time he even looked in his way. A good fuck tonight was just what he needed.

He had a meeting in half an hour, over dinner, with the CEO and his annoying daughter, to talk the last details about the ad. Jason hoped they wouldn't keep him more than 2 hours like they did last time. He couldn't think he can ignore or brush off that spoiled woman's advances without saying something that he'll definitely regret. She knew Jason is gay, he never tried to hide it, but that didn't stop her, contrary, this made her even more determined to 'bring him on the right path.' Two hours, he must endure it two hours, then a tight ass was waiting for him, Jason thought, he could manage that much, at last, the food was exactly like the name of the restaurant 'Divine.'

This morning he didn't find a parking spot, so he parked 'his baby' five block's away. He loved that car, a brand new black BMW s6 convertible. Nate used to say that he loved the car more than he loved him, and well, he had a point there. Finding his car, he got in, took his phone out checked for messages. None. No text from Aaron. Jason frowned not understanding why is feeling disappointed. He's just a stranger, not even friends, and is not like he was waiting for a reply. Throwing the phone on the passenger's seat, Jason pulled the car out of the parking lot into the road.

Three hours and forty-eight minutes later with five missed calls from his 'date' better say Ex-date now, Jason was still at the restaurant trying to decide if he should forget she was a woman and stomp hard on the foot that was currently rubbing his ankle under the table. He didn't know how much he could keep the smile and the formal expression on his face. Nodding his head at the man without really paying attention to what he was telling, something about the ads in his days, whatever, Jason pulled his legs back and crossed them at the ankle under his chair ignoring her annoyance at his gesture. Fighting another yawning Jason heard Mr. Mattheson saying something that made him give all his attention.

"Is getting late and my time is moving differently from you young ones," Mattheson said then signaling the waiter.

"Nooooo, daddy, we are having such a good time! And is not even that late!" Melissa whined like a ten years kid in a toy store.

"Thank you, Mr. Mattheson, Melissa it was great dinner. I'll say goodnight too. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I will have the rough sketch by tomorrow evening send to your office." Jason butt in before she could get the great idea and propose to stay more just the two of them. And by the look of it and by the way she was pouting that was on her agenda. 

Finally stepping into his building, Jason was wondering if he should call back the man that was supposed to be his date for the evening when the phone buzzed into his pocket. Stepping into the elevator, Jason fished the phone out, pressed the button to his floor and checked his inbox, pleased when he saw it was from Aaron, which made his smile turn to a frown. Why was so pleased that he got a text from that guy? Didn't have anything to do with him. Annoyed dismissed the thought. Blaming curiosity for his reaction, Aaron shove his phone back into the pocket without reading the text just to prove himself he didn't care one way or another. Turning around Jason looked at himself on the floor to cell mirror, satisfied with what he saw. At 6 feet 3, with a lean build, the man staring back at him was full of confidence bordering on arrogance. Hazel eyes, brown hair stilled to look artistically messy. A perfectly tailored navy blue suit that empathized his broad shoulders and narrow waist, with a white shirt and grey tie that matched. Always believing in his motto 'dress to impress' and never failing to do so.

=Aaron=

Embarrassed, that was the word, what possessed him to act that way... He shouldn't have hit Bell. He's never been a violent person and not a believer in resolving things with his fists. Feeling like an idiot and ashamed of himself for how he behaved Aaron let his brother lead him in the back room of the bar and ignoring his muttering and the stares aimed at him. And the worst part was that he knew he did what he did more from feeling humiliated and frustration than for Carrie.

"Are you going home now?" Aidan asked.

"I think is better you do that hun" Ronda answered, "After that show, you just put out there... " She had a strange expression on her face, a mix between curiosity and bewilderment.

"Yeah, ok," Aaron said avoiding to look at anyone in particular and making his way to the back door and removing his work apron.

"I'll come with you," Aidan said grabbing his upper arm. Pushing his hand away Aaron finally glanced into his brother's eyes. He knows he's worried about him he could see it clearly on his face. But he couldn't deal with him right now. Couldn't listen to his rant about Carrie and how it was for the best or worst to see pity. Not wanting to give the more reasons for gossip he stepped outside without saying anything, knowing Aidan will follow.

"Aidan, please," he said rubbing a hand over his face. His head was throbbing and just wanted to go to that damn hotel room and sleep for 3 days. "Just... Not now. I know you are worried but I just can't do this right now. I'm fine..."

"Yeah right, I saw just how fine you are earlier." Aidan trow back. Felling his irritation grow, Arron  turned around to see his brother.

"Really Aidan?! Who was the one starting this fucking shit?! What do you want to hear? That I'm hurt? Big news!" he shouted "All fucking town know by now! And if you are still talking about this crap that went down earlier, what was in your mind to come to my workplace and start a fight?!" Aaron knew he was just spilling his anger and frustration at his brother and he didn't deserve to. He saw the pain on his brother's face at his words and swallowed the rest of his rant. Letting out a long breath Aaron continued. "I'm sorry Aidan, Look, I'm fine, I just want to be alone now."

"This is just .. not like you" Aidan said, his eyes regarding like is the first time he saw him.