This story is a continuation of the translation of Chinese novel "Agreement of Being Gay for 30 Days", made by Kiai. I translated the story from English into Russian with Kiai's permission, but now have to do it by myself only - and at first there is doing translation from Chinese into Russian, and only than into English for those readers, who like and miss this story and its character very much. I started from the Chapter, on which Kiai stopped - 40. Previous chapters are on her page. https://www.wattpad.com/story/116134637-agreement-of-being-gay-for-30-days-%E5%8D%8F%E8%AE%AE%E6%90%85%E5%9F%BA30%E5%A4%A9 To remind the plot of story: Two dazzling handsome men at the University, offended by the whole female race, decided to take brutally revenge on it, pretending to be gay under the contract for a month. Are they so confident? Good question. ;-) And the answer we will know when this witty and funny story is over. Let's sink in it together!

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

Jamie Luca has been with his boyfriend Blake Scott for eight years. All was good up until now. Blake has been having mood swings and yelled at Jamie more than once. When Jamie confronts Blake and says he wants to break up Blake hits him. Now fearing for the worst Jamie decides to leave with or without Blakes knowledge. When Jamie thinks he safe back in his home town, Blake gives him a call. He's coming and he's not happy...

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.