Miles' Point of View
I may have an obsession with Maximillion Ivanov. I'm spending my weekend on my bed with my laptop on my thighs as I go through countless pictures of this man. He was never seen in any of them with a smile on his face, even pictured with his parents, friends (I assumed), and multiple with the same woman. Maybe a girlfriend, but what kind of straight guy kisses, touches and plays the way Maximillion does with me?
I finally was able to move out of my dad's house again and into a smaller apartment than the one I shared with Tyler. It was a simple one-bedroom apartment that was close to my job and made it easy for travelers to go to and from the city. My dad, Melanie, and Zack helped move my stuff into the apartment on Friday, yesterday, after work.
I was working on this app I created. It was a money-saving app, where you start with $100 and every day the app will take your change and add that to your savings. It's an app-based investment vehicle that works by rounding up your spending. You link as many credit cards as you want to your account, and the round-ups accumulate. Once your round-ups total, the money is withdrawn from your linked checking account and invested.
Since I got my app up and running, I used it for myself and saved roughly $1,275.50 in four months. I'm kind of a geek when it comes to computer science and app generators but an idiot when it comes to humans.
I was in my kitchen after being on the internet for most of the day, it was 3 in the afternoon and I haven't eaten anything yet. Like a signal from God, I got a text message notification. It was from an unknown number.
(317)XXX-XXXX:
Afternoon Stevenson, this is Maximillion Ivanov. I am heading out later tonight and wanted to know if you would accompany me?
Miles:
Hey, I'm busy but where are you going exactly?
(317)XXX-XXXX:
I know you aren't busy currently or later on tonight. I will come to pick you up at your father's home at 6 in the evening.
Miles:
Woah, buddy. I don't live there anymore. So, I guess you'll be lonely tonight *wink wink*
Maximillion:
Who is this person named "buddy?" You will address me as Maximillion or Sir. I'll just talk to your father and ask him for your current address.
Miles:
You're very persistent.
Maximillion:
I get that a lot. Now, what's the address, Stevenson.
Miles:
Who is this person named "Stevenson?" You will address me as Miles or Sir *winks, extremely hard*
When he doesn't respond I panic. I call my dad to warn him of my potential murder later today but he doesn't pick up. Parents always expect you to pick up their calls but don't respond when you call them! Double standards.
I went back into my bedroom and started to go through my many boxes trying to find a decent outfit for tonight. I never really bothered to unpack everything so I had some of my clothing inboxes and the others were put away so I was going through everything trying to find just one outfit. I decided on calling Alana on FaceTime and decided to get some help from her.
"Miless! How is my favorite platinum hair twink?" Her face popped up into the camera and her forehead and eyebrows were the main things I could see.
"I'm not a twink! Anyways, I need your help, Lana. I need an outfit and you're going to be my mirror." I said and she was more than excited to help. She was definitely pro Maximillion and I being together, even if we weren't.
We went through 5 boxes of clothing and those in my dressers until I found one. Well, Alana was the one who found the outfit. We chatted for hours until my dad called and I had to hang up the phone on her.
"Hey, buddy. Max is here and wants to talk to you." I was about to tell him not to pass the phone but I heard that word again, that Russian word that made my dick hard, my heart rate increase, and my palms sweaty.
"Location?" He asked.
"Why should I tell you?" I retaliated.
"Stevenson, you have one second-," I quickly told him my address before he could threaten me. I could practically hear the smirk plastered on his face, so I hung up the phone.
Not even 20 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I knew it was him so I grabbed my phone and wallet and opened the door. He stood there like a tall mountain, facing the rest of the world. I guess that would make me his world, oh boy what I would do to be that person.
"Stevenson, you look, beautiful as always." A blush spread like a wildfire across my face. I turned beet red when his large hand covered my cheek and stroked it lightly, he has ways of making me submit to him.
"Kitten." Bitch what?
"Котенок is Kitten in Russian, darling." My heart wants to leap out of my damn chest and rest against his own. He called me Kitten and Darling in the same sentence, I wanted to die!
"I'm not small, or a kitten. I'm a man." I dropped my voice lower when I said that I am a man'. His eyebrow arched and he laughed. It was more than a pleasant sound, it was soothing. He looked genuinely happy, I made him happy.
"Sure 'buddy', let's go. The helicopter is waiting in the city." Did he just say what I thought he did? Why would I expect less of a damn millionaire?
"Helicopter? Where are we going?" I asked him. Of course, he didn't answer. He only held my hand and led me into the black limo that always goes where he did. He opened the door for me, a real gentleman, before coming inside and sitting right next to me.
"Aleksandr, Это майлс, мой котёнок (this is Miles, my kitten)." He spoke expertly but I just sat there and waved since I had no idea what he said. He said my name, but that's all I got.
"Я рад за тебя. Он милый (I am happy for you. He's cute)." Aleksandr said and I felt so awkward. I kind of just sat with my hand still entwined with Max.
"Эй, он мой котёнок (Hey, he is my kitten)," Max says but with annoyance lingering in his voice. Aleksandr just laughs it off and continues driving down the road off from my apartment building.
"You moved?" He asks now in English. I nodded my head off instinct but answered quickly after.
"You're away from it all. Your friends, father, and ex-boyfriend. Why?" He gritted out the 'Ex-boyfriend' part and I squeezed on his hand a bit. It was still fresh and I didn't want to talk about it.
"I-I don't know. For some space, I guess." I answered truthfully. There was a comfortable silence between us after that and I was thankful. We also didn't let go of each other, my view was focused on the window next to me because I wouldn't dare to look at him. I could feel his eyes burn the back of my head. I wanted to kiss him, so bad, but I could tell he wasn't ready, he did everything to avoid it. He would kiss my forehead, nose, and even my cheek. I bit down on my bottom lip only for him to tug on my hand and pull my focus toward him. He bent closer to me, only centimeters away from my lip that was between my teeth.
This time I was the one with my hand on his cheek, "Котенок." I called him, Kitten, as he called me.
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Property Of a Millionaire
General Fiction"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say...
