Bas, Copter and Tee are three University students who shared a house.
One day they decided to hit the gym.
At the gym they meet three hot guys.
Warning: This book is an Alternate Universe bl fanfiction. This contains mature adult language and conten...
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Godt tried the number again.
It rang and rang and rang.
Why isn't he answering the phone? He thought worriedly.
"Godt, are you coming?" Mila asked pulling her handbag higher over her shoulder.
"Mmm...?" Godt lifted his head from the phone screen.
"Party at Sandy's place? Remember?" she spread her hands wider.
"Oh," Godt ran his fingers over his hair. The silky strands are sticky from hair products. "I kinda have something to take care of?" He apologetically smiled. "Would you mind excusing her for me?"
"You have been bailing out of lots of things lately Godt?" Mila narrowed her eyes. "What are you up to?"
"It's nothing..." He trailed off, mind going back to the boy he might be in love with so badly. He can't spend two days without seeing the adorable face. It's like a drug, an addiction. He never thought he'd be a sucker for the younger man.
"I don't know what you are doing Godt." Mila shook her head. Godt can hear a hint of disapproval in her voice. "Going to these high profile parties is part of your job. It builds up your character, image and ultimately your career."
Godt doesn't know by going to a party full of pretentious people could do any good for himself. He hates parties. And he's gone to enough of them and endured. Now he's had enough. He's gotta put his foot down and do things he likes for a change, for once in his life.
"I know Mila but I don't think I can come today," Godt said firmly. If Bas is not answering his phone then he would go and find out what happened. He can't rest until he hears from his lovely adorable boyfriend. "This is really important." He turned back to the phone again.
"It's a girl, isn't it?" Mila sighed.
"Something like that." Godt murmured, opening the message box to text in a message to Bas.
"It's the same one, right?"
"What makes you say that?" Godt lifted his head to look at Mila.
"I could tell," She sighed. "Why now Godt? You're young, popular, handsome and rich. You could have a different girl every night? Why do you want to tie down to one girl?"
"I don't want a different girl every night Mila?" Godt took in a deep breath. "I don't want a girl period." Mila narrowed her eyes in confusion. "The one I'm seeing is a boy." Mila's eyes traveled up to her forehead.
"What?" She asked in a strangled voice.
"Yes, I think he's the one for me. And I might be in love with him too."
"You're joking," Mila said in a daze.
"I'm not. It's true." Godt said firmly.
"But how... I thought you're straight... and a boy?" She started blabbering. "I don't understand." She finally let out with difficulty.
