Manipulated (New and Imropved version of Manipulative)

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(Marco)

Harry was accompanying a wine launch party with Marco Moretti, a successful wine connoisseur. He was a thirty two year old divorced man, who was the father of two. He owned many cellars throughout the world and created a profit on releasing only the finest wine.

Many people recognized him, famously. Other connoisseurs admired his work, while low lives admired his looks and riches.

Harry was his 'date' to the launch party of his new wine called Delizioso Vino. It was a light, white wine, with a crisp taste. Most of his admirers praised him for his work, while some drank it in jealousy. The club was filled with members hand picked by Marco Moretti, only the finest women and men were able to attend.

Although Harry knew he was the youngest at the event, he was used to it by now. Marco Moretti always offered Harry to take the position as his date to whatever event the man was attending.

Of course Harry didn't mind, Marco was an extremely handsome man. He had a head full of dark brown hair and striking grey eyes, he stood at about 6'2 and the man was built. Not to mention his obvious riches, he was a man who preferred the finer things in life, and he showered Harry with just that. Originating from Italy, he held a thick Italian accent, hence his love for wine. Harry had been to Italy more times than he could count, simply doing what he did best. Looking pretty on the man's arm.

Marco was oblivious to the number of men Harry slept with, but what you don't know can't hurt you. As long as Harry gave the man what he wanted, then the Italian man was satisfied and would give Harry what he wanted.
Anything that Harry desired, was his.

Harry had been greeted by many of Marco's coworkers since they'd gotten used to the young green eyed boy, he was always addressed as 'il suo amore' translating to 'his love' in English, for many of the people around Marco were under the impression that the two were more than what they actually were.

Of course Harry didn't mind, he wasn't actually sure what Marco thought of their relationship, as far as him knowing how serious Harry was being or not. The most he could give the man was the fact that he's the only one he goes on dates with and such. The rest he just fucks and they buy him things.

After about a few hours of pictures and quick interviews Marco lead Harry up a pair of glass stairs where a balcony overlooked the whole club.

"Mio bello," his hand slid down to Harry's lower back gaining the boys attention.

"This is the VIP Section where you will meet, a few of my closer friends," he informed the boy his accent getting a bit thicker due to the wine.

Harry nodded his head.

"Of course," he said taking the man's offer and stepping behind the red rope first. He was used to VIP Sections, really the only difference was, there were less people. Harry smiled at each, and every person Marco introduced him to, making light conversation with each couple and dodging the questions over the status of their own relationship.

Couldn't someone have a thing with someone else, without labels?

Finally there was a free moment when Marco had lead him to a long couch where many sat. Marco took a seat and Harry took a seat directly next to the Italian man. The man wasted no time placing his arm on the couch behind Harry as he conversed with the people around them. Harry sat silently, having accepted a drink from one of the waitresses on staff.