The So-called Boyfie | MewGulf ✔

Part 4 💖

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The men signed pieces of paper that Perth held out for them, and Gulf was surprised when he spoke fluent Spanish, too.

The men gestured for all the paperwork to be finished, and Gulf was surprised when Mew pulled him onto his lap like the other men had their women lounging on their laps. He fed Gulf little sips of wine, and he made small talk with the men. It only took a few minutes of socializing and then someone called Mew. He gave the tablet to Perth, who informed Mew in English that they had another appointment, and then all three of them were climbing back into the Black Hawk helicopter.

"Let's see," Mew said, pulling a roll of cash out of his back pocket. "That is $700 for seven hours' worth of work, an extra fifty for some of those looks you were giving me, and then fifty bucks as a signing bonus. You did great butterfly," Mew smiled at Gulf.

Gulf never felt cheaper than he did at that moment. Perth gave him a sympathetic look, but he worked on typing something up on the tablet, his fingers hitting the screen quickly.

When Gulf was dropped off back at Mew's house, he felt awful.

Saint did not say anything, but he made him a mug of hot chocolate and tucked him into bed.

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Mew stared out the window of the 42nd-floor office building. He only owned fifteen floors, but his business was expanding faster than ever before, and for once some of his business was even legit.

"I think he's a good addition," Mew winced, knowing he was trying to distract himself from the issue at hand. "Do you think he's a good addition?"

"I think he's a marvelous surprise, sir," Perth said, cleaning the desk-top off with blue spray and wiping with a decorative paper towel. He hated spots.

"Do you think he's going to make a convincing lover?" Mew thought about the way the sun had made love to Gulf's skin.

"The only way you two could have been more convincing was if you two would have had sex right in front of us all," Perth said, wondering if the desk was really as streak-free as the commercials claimed. He figured no birds would be flying into the black lacquer polish to prove the advertisers' promises though.

"Maybe we need to spend more time together so that he's more comfortable around me," Mew contemplated out loud.

"Of course, I wouldn't complain if you two did go at it in front of us all. That would be hot. On his side, anyway. You would just make that awkward," Perth said as he replaced the desk organizers on the shining surface.

"You're right, Perth," Mew turned to face his assistant. "I should ask him out. Where do you think I should take him?"

Perth knew when his boss's focus had changed, so he kept his smartass remarks to himself. "I would probably take him to one of the seafood restaurants overlooking the ocean so he's on his own turf and therefore more comfortable with you."

"Should I invite Saint along?" Mew asked.

"No," Perth said firmly. He knew how cruel it would be to Saint to make him watch Mew in all his awkward glory begin to court his housemate. Perth could at least prevent his clueless stepbrother from grinding a man's heart into dust.

Mew did not understand Perth's negative reply, but he trusted him more than any other person on the planet. Perth was his stepbrother, after all. They had been loyal to each other above all others for fifteen years now.

"Should I call him?" Mew asked him, seeking advice.

Perth studied his younger stepbrother. He had fallen in love with him when his father had married his mother, but it had transformed from romantic love to a friendship/sibling love very quickly. Now, he wanted more than anything to keep his dream, this business, alive and thriving, even if it was because of personal reasons. Part of that was keeping Mew happy.

"I have a better idea," Perth declared. He started detailing a plan for Mew to follow. He listened to Perth's every word, and then he proceeded to follow it down to the letter.

Gulf sat on the sidewalk in front of the beach entrance, shivering on the thin towel that he had spread out, displaying his tee-shirts and his seashells. He had already made forty-five dollars that day. Nothing compared to what he had pulled in with Mew, but he already considered that to be a fluke. There was no guarantee Mew was going to call him back, so he was going to have to keep working at becoming a famous artist.

The breeze coming in off the ocean was cool. Gulf pulled the longs sleeves of his white tee-shirt over his hands and wished he had remembered to bring long pants to change into after surfing this morning. It wouldn't matter in a few minutes when the sun had dried his shorts to his legs and the temperatures rose ridiculously high. He stared at his sand encrusted toes until a shadow fell over them.

Gulf looked up with what had to be one of the most genuine, brilliant smiles Mew had ever seen, but his heart fell when Gulf stopped smiling as soon as he realized who he was.

Mew instantly felt self-conscious and nervous. He was never good at acting outside of business parameters.

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