Debt Paid

Chapter 2

THIS CHAPTER IS GOIMG TO START TO DEPICT SCENES OF ADULT CONTENT WHICH IF YOU ARE AGAINST THEN I SUGGEST YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ  A DIFFERENT STORY AS THIS IS STORY IS GONNA BE FILLED WITH MATURE SCENES!!! ❤

ALSO THE IMAGE ATTACHED IS AS CLOSE A PICTURE OF MATEO DE SANTOS THAT I WAS GOING TO GET

Mateo's POV

I felt pretty bad about knocking him out on the cement floor so I moved him upstairs into one of the spare bedrooms that never get used. Which I must add, I must've have really over did it or he's tired cause its been 4 hours since out first encounter. Sorry not sorry?!?! It is currently 8:10 in the pm and I'm getting impatient with this kid, what his name is who knows but I'll just have to ask when he gets the hell up!

"DOROTHYYYY!!!", I scream getting more agitated by each passing moment.

"Yes, sir. How may I assist you this evening?", Dorothy asks as sweetly as she possibly can.

"Go see if our guest is awake and if he is, give him some fresh clothes and make sure he showers. He smells like trash!" I say in a tone that is only slightly moody, trying to be pleasant for Dorothy. She is 60 for pete's sake. I may be an ass but I would never disrespect or yell at an elderly woman, I'm not that cold-hearted.

Almost instantly after I asked her to check on him, she flew down the empty corridors and returned 15 minutes later. She seems annoyed but sounds very much pleasant when she tells me the boy is showering and will be ready momentarily.

After waiting what seemed a lifetime, I peeked at the grandfather clock and it read 9:30 now. "What can be taking him so long", I scream agitatedly to no one in particular but Dorothy soon waltzed into the room asking if she should go get him before she left.

I quickly scribbled on a posted note and told her to put it in his room and then she was free to leave for the weekend. She seemed very eager to leave so she did it and a moment later the front door slammed shut and I was left alone in the house with the kid. "What fun we're going to have", I whispered to myself in a sarcastic tone.

Ashur's POV

I put the towel down and walked over to where my new clothes sat on the sink countertop. I picked up the white and black  jockstrap and thought there was, NO WAY IN HELL, I was wearing this. I've worn jock straps sure for baseball and football but this looks more like a lace thong.

I proceeded to change into the black pants and grey hoodie left for me. After giving a quick once over in the mirror I figured that these must be hand me downs as everything fit uncomfortably and was baggy.

As I walked back into the large bedroom again, I noticed a blue sticky note on the small table by the door with instructions to head to the study immediately. Which after 20 minutes drying off and getting dressed, not intentional, I made my way into the long corridor and walked forever before I came to what I believed to be the master's study?! I was scared now but being the note said "COME TO MY STUDY IIMEDIATELY!" in all caps I thought I might as well just barge in instead of knocking. Like a Band-Aid just rip it off quick and get it over with.

As I walked in I was met with the sight of a massive man who was half dressed... or half naked? All I know is there is a lot of skin showing. From the back he had muscles for days. Not the body builder muscles where they are bulky and remind you of the Incredible Hulk but the hot kind of muscles. He stood at least 6'2" to my 5'8.5"...the half inch matter more to me than I care to admit, don't judge! His arms were thick and pure muscle and his legs were like tree trunks which made his frame look even sexier and ...

What am I saying??? I did not just say this man looked sexy? I need to snap out of it, this is the man who took me away over a debt for pete's sake!

"So I'm sexy am I?" Shit this guy heard me. I must've said that last bit aloud. I looked at him as he turned, and let me try to describe the scene that played out before my eyes.

It's like those movies when they go all slow motion to add suspense to what the person looks like after they just had 100lbs of make up plastered on their face, but without all the make up.

Staring at his frame is making my mouth water, literally my mouth is slightly open and I think I drooled a bit. His pecs are so big and he has a sculpted 8 pack. His arms are also flexing while he finishes removing his black button down shirt as he slowly starts to walk towards me.

If this was any other situation I would've turned and bolted, but I'm in such aw of this Adonis... and slightly scared though I'm not showing it. Definitely not now, with his towering body mere inches from me, so close my neck is at a ninety degree angle  and he is just staring at me smirking. Damn it's a cute smirk though. I NEED TO STOP HAVING THESE THOUGHTS!!! Argh.

I'm trying my best to look him in the eyes but they are such an icy blue that I think I might be blushing as he stares at me all seductive like.

Obviously, I can not NOT think of him as sexy.

He has the perfect cheekbones, his eyes are an icy sky blue, his lips aren't overly plump but they're just big enough to bite down on during a kiss... OMG HORMONES SUCK!!! I need to get my  shit together for real now. Get it together Ashur and just ask what he's gonna do with you so you can make your peace with it before you get your unmarked grave.

THATS THE END OF THIS CHAPTER!

ITS PROBABLY GONNA BE ONE OF THE LONGER CHAPTERS BUT THE LENGTH AND PROFICIENCY OF EACH CHAPTER WILL GET BETTER AS THE STORY GOES ALONG!!

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