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Dylan has everything anyone could ever dream of. He had fame, money, mansion, latest cars, good looks, fit body, loving family, millions of female fan following- you name it, he has it all.
But what is the use of all these when they com...
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My head was under the influence of a splitting ache when I was woken up by a suspicious movement beside me. Someone sneakily covered me up with the warm blanket.
It was a cold night, every one was supposed to be in deep sleep by now. But who was so kind enough to check up on me at late night? Was it Mr. Thomas?
The mattress dipped, startling me for real. Who was it? Mr. Thomas wouldn't surely climb onto my bed! Alarm went blaring in my mind. Danger!! Nervousness gripped me. The person surely doesn't have a good intention. A person with good intentions would surely not sneak up on a sleeping person, and much less slide under the same blanket.
It was a 'he'. I know now because 'he' was spooning me and no landscape change or softness was present on the upper body. But my breath got stuck as a particular painful memory flooded in.
Four months ago...
"Here you go! Albert share your room with your assistant."
Nate was here in this small town with Albert, his boss. The hotel was a small one, not enough room for all the crew members. So they were asked to share rooms.
Funny how a simple sentence could sometimes invite in the cruelest disaster. But disasters don't knock at your door before stepping in, they simply smash the door to make their way.
The day was tiresome. Nate dragged his employer's as well as his luggage to their designated room. Normally, assistants do not share room with actors. But Albert Potter was a C list actor, what could they possibly complain about.
The room was decent, the only issue being one bed. Nate hoped Albert won't find this worth complaining, or else he might have to kiss his goodnight's sleep goodbye.
He thought back and forth before deciding to take a shower first. It was the only way he might regain some of the lost freshness and energy to carry on the orders of his devil boss.
When Albert brought his liquored up body in, his assistant was sprawled all over the bed, fast asleep. His oversized nightshirt was disheveled exposing his smooth tummy. He unconsciously walked towards the sleeping figure.
The devil in him made him sniff the freshly showered aroma emitting from Nate. A want in him snaked up.
The desire to have Nate was breaking all shackles of reason and sanity. How he desired to make Nate his property since the day he set eyes on him!! But his path towards spotlight and fame forced his wants into dusts.
The lust was suppressed for way too long, but tonight it wasn't alone. Tonight, lust was supported by alcohol and narcotics. It not only resurfaced, but also soared high!
