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Ever since he was a kid, he dreamed of surpassing his idol - legendary equestrian Vance Heaton. Unfortunately, he picked the wrong hero: the guy had a temper, a sharp tongue, and kept telling him "Fuck off".
Years later, Vance can't ride anymore... and Elian is broke.
Just when everything seemed hopeless, a business card landed in his hand - and everything changed.
When he was a boy:
"Fine. If you want to stay at the Heaton stables, you'll follow three rules," Vance said, gracious as ever.
"One: Don't call me 'young master.'
Two: If you see my father, run.
Three: Don't. Touch. Me."
Rule one? Elian kept messing it up (though he agreed the title was dumb).
Rule two? He tried, but the Heaton family's secrets were like a whirlpool - and he got dragged straight in.
As for rule three... well.
Years later:
"Kiss me," Vance said, voice low and commanding.
Only Elian could hear the desperate edge beneath his words.
"But you told me I wasn't allowed to touch you," he said with an innocent smile.
"Then I'll do it. That doesn't count."
With a mix of regret and frustration, Vance grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him first.
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Hi everyone - this is a love story set in the world of three-day eventing (equestrian sports). I hope you enjoy it!