Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 4: Family Values

Being nervous was a feeling very foreign to Dirac. He ran a total of twelve companies both in construction and mining departments, ran twenty six hotels and three whole resorts. Every week of his life he met with billionaires and multi-millionaires.

This time however, his nerves were riding him like he were a pony and there was only one reason, Dalais Euless. This was the only man who had capabilities of releasing emotions Dirac didn't now existed inside him.

These months were really going to pass by slower than he'd previously hoped. So he hesitated to press the doorbell and he just stood there starring at the door like a complete idiot.

"Are you alright Mr Dewitt?" His driver asked politely, possibly noticing how weird Dewitt was acting.

"Fascinating door, don't you think?" Dirac blurted those words out like a lunatic. His driver looked taken aback but nodded anyway as he unloaded the luggage from the trunk. "The design is just splendid. You know this was the last woodcraft by one famous Zelda Telfair. Interesting woman she was... that's before she went all crazy and was placed in a psychward. She was great friends with the senior Mr Euless. The owner of this beautiful house."

"I see." His driver said thoughtfully, obviously still not understanding what was going on in his employer's brain. "Where will you like these?"

"Let me first inform Mr Euless I've arrived. Will you wait just a moment, Pete?"

"Of course Mr Dewitt. Take all the time you need."

As if on cue, Euless opened the door just before Dirac could press the button.

He wore white sweat shorts that cut his thigh into an even half, showing all his abductors and his really tight legs.

His upper body was covered only  in a grey net vest that clung to his skin due to what Dirac assumed was sweat. His hands were in his pockets as Dirac noted his Hugo boss underwear that hung above the pants.

Dirac's observations were disturbed when Euless cleared his throat and leaned his one shoulder on the door frame which did not make anything easier for Dirac.

He swallowed hard before he could force his brain cells to function as effectively as they've always done.

"I've arrived." He announced quietly for some strange reason, his voice was caught somewhere, making him seem more stupid than he looked.

"I see that." Euless smirked. "Michael and Phillip will take your stuff to your room while I show you around the house." He stepped back for Dirac to make his way in.

"I think I know your house, Euless."

"Matter of fact, you don't. I've made a few adjustments to the place. Let's start in the underground floor, shall we?"

He gestured to the place Dirac remembered to have been a retreat they had as kids. Walking down the now safer stairs, Dirac looked around in wonder.

Where once were couches full of chips and stains of juice and coffee and many other beverages were two treadmills. Where there was a ping-pong table now stood a leg-press machine, an abductor machine and a sit-up bench.

There was so much equipment it all made sense why the man was so ripped.

"Still a slice of heaven down here I see." Dirac commented. The one thing that was still in place was a flat-screen television, although it too was replaced with an upgrade.

"I've always loved toys, they just adjust with age." Euless stated as he headed back up stairs.

He led Dirac passed the living room into to shelf holding a lot of photographs of Euless' family. He picked up the photograph of his parents and a door opened.