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Boyxboy One Shots and Short Stories.
SHORT STORIES: This is going to be my dumping ground for all the random stories that pop into my head. You know, the ones that are cool but not necessarily long enough for a full book.
ONE SHOTS: So...
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Ecko Wellington was having one of those days. He'd had many similar ones in his lifetime, and it pretty much went the same way. He would set his mind on something, go for it, got it, make a bag from from it, and watch people kiss his ass from back to front, while he goes right back to feeling like a nobody.
It's ironic that he'd feel that way really, considering his dad had been the president of the United States for four years now, and running for a second tenor, before that he was a senator. So he shouldn't feel like that right? Yeah right.
Growing up in the spotlight was difficult as fuck, especially because he was different from the rest of his siblings.
He'd always known he wanted to be in the music industry since he was a kid, he'd been tagged the black ship of the family since before he even knew what the word meant. He loved tattoos, and chains, and smoked weed. Unlike his siblings who wanted to be marine biologists, and astronauts or whatever they felt were presidential enough for their parents.
Long story short, he'd always been judged by things that shouldn't define a person, by mere stuff.
Ecko picked up his drink and let his gaze sweep the room. The club at Desiree resort was packed with people drinking, laughing, dancing. The music was loud, and colored lights speared from the ceiling onto the writhing mass on the dance floor. A wall of windows overlooked the ocean and a bright moon spilled out of a black sky.
He leaned one elbow on the bar and took a sip of his tequila, letting the smooth liquor slide down his throat in a wash of heat. It had been so long since his last vacation, he felt out of place in the room full of partying people. And that wasn't a feeling he was comfortable with. Maybe it had been a mistake to come at all. Maybe he should have never accepted his friends 'all expense paid fun night out' as they'd called it.
He wasn't dumb he knew they just wanted him to get laid, and yeah he also knew this was a strip club and he probably shouldn't be seen in here, all that would make the rounds come morning for sure if he wasn't careful. But ironically that added to the excitement of the experience. Being able to stick it to his stuck up family was always a beautiful thing in his opinion.
He smiled to himself. He could just imagine his step mother's face right now hammering in on him, and pointing out every way in which he was a disappointment. He didn't give a fuck though. After all, the woman never missed an opportunity to remind him that his mom was just the help, but help or not Roseline was a thousand times the woman that jezebel could ever be.
Matter of fact the first couple millions Ecko ever made he'd bought his mom a house with it, and a car, and made sure her account was so fat that she didn't ever need to work again.
Ecko took another drink and laughed at the mental image of his stepmother's face each time she remembered how much more successful he was compared to her own kids. Their white asses got all the privilege since childhood, yet he still made it into places they couldn't dream of.
