Brad sat on the couch of his apartment twiddling the business card the handsome male gave him in between his hands.
"Tristan Evans..." He mumbled to himself as he read the words in black ink for the millionth time.
Trial lawyer
Bedford Gardens, Kensington
One of the most expensive streets in London, of course.
Brad read over the numbers on the card as well. One private and one for business enquiries.
He pulled out his phone and typed in both numbers, saving them as two individual contacts in his phone.
Who knows? Maybe he would need a trial lawyer one day. Even though he probably couldn't even dream of paying his fee.
Brad then decided to drop the handsome man a message.
Hey, it's Bradley from last night
He rewrote the message about a million times before sending it. What was this guy doing to him? He was never nervous or flustered.
Only a few minutes later his phone buzzed with a message.
Oh, the adrenaline junky? ;)
Brad smiled at the message and even felt himself blushing slightly before typing a message in response.
Yes and I hope you have some available for me...
It took another few minutes for Tristan to reply.
You're lucky, I have a lot in stock.
Brad took in a breath and thought about his response. Should he ask for a date? Or should he make casual conversation? Tristan didn't really seem the person to do small talk.
Before he could get his head too wrapped up in his thoughts, a new message popped up.
I'm busy right now so be at my place tomorrow at 8 and I'll give you what you're searching for.
Brad swallowed thickly as he read the message.
What was this man planning for him?
-To be continued-
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Good boy - Tradley
Fanfiction(THIS IS 100% FICTIONAL) Short Story Brad has been feeling empty, like something is missing but he can't place what exactly it is. But when he meets a mysterious blonde will he really be able to help him just like he said he could? Should he let h...
