"Since you want to play 21 questions. Tell me about yourself."
A smile spreads
across Kristoff's face."My lifestyle is quite lavish, but with me. What you see is what you get. I have nothing to hide." Kristoff's smile wavered a bit, which Chance didn't miss.
"You can call me Kristoff, Kris or even daddy, whichever you like. I'm comfortable with either."
Chance leant away, clearly not comfortable with any of it.
"You are bullsh*tting, I can tell by the way your eye twitched and your smile dropped a bit."
"Observant. But fine, I want it all. The money, the fame, the bitches. I didn't want to appear arrogant, but you forced my hand."
"Still not enough." Chance said.
"I have always thought I was a ladies' man until I saw you. I don't know if it is your eyes, or the balls you have in coming here. I'm certain you have big balls." Kristoff placed a hand on top of Chance's.
Chance pulled back with a disgusted look on his face.
"Look man, I don't know what games you or playing. If this is some sick joke of you rich folks, I don't want any part of it."
"A joke, no. Us 'rich folk' would rather spend our time making more money or thinking of ways to make money."
"What do you want from me? Kristoff."
"What we are doing now, talking."
Chance tapped the rim of his glass. His overactive and over imaginative mind ran a mile per hour, thinking of how to get out of this situation.
"Listen, I don't want any problems." Kristoff gave a laugh. "problems? What problems?''
Again, Chance tapped his glass. "I think this is my time to leave, please. Enjoy this rest of your evening.'' Chance down the rest of his drink and slammed it down on the table.
''Leaving so when? We have only just started our conversation. No, no. I want to get to know you more, Chance. So please, let's have a seat.''
Chance raised a brow. He knew he had no choice but to stay with the way the security moved a step towards the door.
"Tell you what. Join me on finishing a bottle, and I'll let you in on a secret.''
Chance closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I really have to go. It was nice meeting you. Nice party, goodbye.''
Before he could turn away, Kristoff grabbed a hold of his hand.
"Maybe I came off too strong, or even played my cards wrong, but just finish this bottle with me. It's not very often I speak with people that are...'' Kristoff paused, not knowing how to finish.
''Poor? Low class?''
"No, no. That is not what I was about to say.'' But really, Kristoff couldn't explain it. There was something about Chance that truly made him truly intrigued.
Maybe just like people said, it's the vibes. And Chance has that positive energy. It made Kristoff feel as if he could tell him all his secrets, all his fears. Everything. Either that, or he was just too infatuated and wanted to take Chance to bed, even though he was being a hard ass about it.
Chance checked his cheap white Casio watch, that glowed in the dark which he stole from a small convenient store. He had been talking to Kristoff for forty-five minutes now and they still hadn't started serving the food as yet.
''Do you have somewhere else to be? Or maybe you find me boring?'' Kristoff touched Chance's elbow, causing him to jump a bit.
''Oh, what were you saying?''
"Nothing, but you seem distracted.''
Before Chance could reply, a girl with a brunette pixie cut hairstyle came over.
She gave Chance a once over, then turned her full attention to Kristoff.
"Krissy, darling. Why don't you come over to our seat?''
"Nah, I want to get to know my new friend better.'' Kristoff placed a hand on Chance's knee, which he pushed it off, then closed his legs.
Again, the female gave Chance a look. "Well, at least sit at our table, then. I'm sure you will be tired of.'' She didn't finish but gestured towards Chance.
"Sorry, but like I said, I would rather stay here with my friend.''
''Do you at least have a table?'' She turned to Chance, who flat out ignored her.
''Excuse me, I'm talking to you. Can you talk?''
''Sorry, but I don't waste my time on high class wh*res.’’
She made a huffing sound, then walked away.
''I hate that bi... I swear, most of these people wouldn't be my friend if I wasn't rich.''
"But isn't that the point? You all have these fake people around you. That doesn't give a rat's ass what how you really feel, just to feel validated and fill some form of void.'' Chance remarked.
Kristoff gave a laugh. ''I don't need any form of validation-''
Chance cut him off by saying. ''But yet, you crave their opinions and keep them around to feed your ego and make yourself feel good.''
Kristoff scoffed. He hated when people spoke as if they knew him, even if they were right.
"I should go.'' Chance pointed towards the door.
''You're not staying for dinner? I'm sure that you must be hungry, even though you have no table. I can make room for one more.''
"I'll be fine.''
"No, now what kind of friend would I be if it let you leave hungry?''
"Friend?'' Chance repeated.
Kristoff gave him a half smile, ''yes. I don't mind paying a little extra.''
''See now, you claim to hate people that only stuck by you because of your money. But yet you sling it around like nothing.''
"Well, for me. Money is not a problem, as we speak, I just made three million. Could be more, nothing less.''
"And what if one day your business fails, what if you suddenly, inexplicable lose all your money? Then what? Will all these people be here for you? Stop trying to buy people, it only attracts the wrong kind of friends.''
Kristoff opened his mouth to speak, but he was lost for words. It was the first time anyone has ever spoke to him so sternly, or even tried to show him reasoning. Yet alone didn't care about his money.
"See, you are the type of person who I need around me. You don't pretend and I know that you will keep me in check.''
"I am not good for your image and I'm not willing to change in any way.'' Chance told him.
Kristoff paused to think about his words. Did he mean change about his way of living? Or about trying a male for the first time?
"You don't have to. There is no rush. Trust me.'' Kristoff winked.
Instead of leaving, Chance followed Kristoff over to his table, where three other people were sitting."My people, allow me to introduce. Chance. Chance, these are Stefan, his date Stacy. He only dates women with the same first initial as him and Joel.'' Kristoff pointed at them as he said their names.Stefan gave a salute, while his date, who has a long black wig, scrunched her botched nose up. Joel, on the other hand, who had on an expensive-looking Freddie Krueger shirt on was too busy on his phone to notice anything.''Joel is a blogger.'' Kristoff made a face at the way Joel had his nose in his phone.''Chance nodded a greeting, then moved to take a seat but was stopped by the overly tanned skin, thick glasses, Stefan."That seat is already taken.''"It's fine, Chance, you can sit.''Just as Chance sat, a female with strawberry blonde hair and lips filled with fillers came to stand at the table."Huh, do I know you?" She a
As promised, Kristoff had opened Chance's eyes to a dazzling new world and a life he never imagined. Taking him everywhere, from erotic rainforest adventures, Film Festivals in France, and whale watching in Alaska. Any I*******m traveller would be jealous. Kristoff even planned on enrolling Chance in a linguist class and a Mathematics, so that he could match up to him. Sure, Chance was street smart, but that wasn't enough. And his good looks wouldn't bring him through forever. He needed to be educated so that others won't take advantage of him, educated enough to get a job and someday be on the same level as Kristoff. Kristoff wanted the best for his new friend, hence, why he was plying him with the finest delicacies and jewelries, custom-made suits, a car, and a penthouse in the ci
"Can you help me get my back?'' Kristoff held out the sunscreen for Chance to grease him up. "No funny business.'' Chance took it from him. "When have I ever tried anything?'' Kristoff tried to play dumb. "You are not cute.'' Chance whispered in his ears, causing him to shiver and lean into him. Chance pushed him away. ''That's exactly what I am talking about.'' "Sorry, but you smell nice.'' ''It's the Tom F-. Listen, can you stop with all this? I told you plenty of times that I'm not interested in men and especially not when that man is you.'' Chance pushed him again. "Chance, as much as I would love to kill my feelings for you, I can't.'' "You don't have feelings for me Kristoff, and I suggest that whatever is going on in that thick head of yours, you let it go.'' "It's not so easy.'' "Are you two coming or not?'' Crystal asked, cutting off whatever Chance had to say. Chance cut his eyes
"We never speak of this.'' Kristoff said, on their drive back to their hotel."What? That you didn't know what couch is, how can you not know though?''"I just always thought it was a fancy name for a fish.''Chance let out a laugh. ''And what about caviar? Do you know what that is?''Kristoff paused. "of course. Fish eggs.''"You had to think about it.''"I'm driving Chance.''Chance scoffed, then tickled Kristoff, causing him to swerve."Don't do that. I'm driving.'' Kristoff straighten in his seat.
3 years, and 4 months. That was how long Kristoff hadn't seen or heard from Chance. It was as if he had vanished completely from the face of the earth. He spent days thinking nothing of Chance, trying to find him or contact him.While Chance's mind would drift to Kristoff only once in a while, which he hated, hated what Kristoff had done to him. He tried his hardest to forget, forget the kiss, the sensation, the pleasure.But Kristoff refused to let that night go. He wanted more, more of Chance and for their relationship to take off.'Where are you?' Kristoff would wonder, searching collage after collage. Campus, after campus, to find Chance.Their separation had gone on long enough. It was as if his other half was missing, or a part
"Don't tell me I have to chase after you again?'' Chance glanced back at his former friend, wondering how he found him and why he even came after him. "Chance, can you please just give me a chance.'' Kristoff yelled then laughed. "No, but seriously,. can you please forgive me? I know that I have violated you and I'm sorry, I miss our friendship and you.'' "No, you miss always trying to fu*ck me, now get lost.'' "No, my friend. We have lost each other for far too long.'' Chance paused at another cross sign, giving Kristoff enough opportunity to catch up. Where he rested one hand on Chance's shoulder and the other on his hip. Chance shrugged him off. ''Why are you here?'' "For you, Chance, don't you miss me?'' "I miss not seeing your face and having your annoyance around.'' "You're just saying that.'' "Jesus, can you just leave me alone. Haven't you had enough already? You have the entire world in your han
Chance lay in his bed thinking back to seeing Kristoff for the first time in so long. He didn't know how to react. First, he was taken aback by his killer good looks. He knew that handsome men were in Colombia, but Kristoff's beauty was incomparable. He hated that Kristoff had an effect on him, and all those years, he thought he got him out of his head. But no, just that first glimpse of Kristoff brought back those feelings he tried his hardest to hide. He didn't know if it was the playfulness in his eyes, that damn smirk he always wore when he knew he was right, or just him, everything about him. Change sighed, then rolled to his side. He just couldn't help but think of Kristoff. The arrogant prick had got way under his skin, wormed his way into his heart and consumed his mind. Almost taking over his life, for the first few months Kristoff was all he could think of and every day for that time, to almost a year, he was all he saw. 'Could I really be with a ma
"Can we go again? I think I faintly heard you asking for more. I could be wrong, but I'm never wrong." Kristoff gave a lopsided grin. "You fucking asshole, you just forced me into doing something I didn't want to. Isn't that enough?" "Now, now my dare, Chance, I didn't force you. You gave yourself to me, you want me, so stop hiding it." "Leave!" "No, I have nowhere to go." "Fine, stay, but the bed is yours." "Where will you sleep?" "On the street, I'm used to it." Chance declared, pulling his shirt down and searched for his shoes.