I’ll Sign It

He demanded, feeling rather confused. Mr. Moore, as his father called him, raised an eyebrow.

"Has your father not spoken to you about our deal?" He questioned and his father intercepted quickly before he could respond.

"Ethan does not take many interests in the decisions I make for him." The older male did not seem pleased with that answer, studying Ethan up and down.

"Your father has agreed to send you to stay with me, after much deliberation on what price he wanted for his best worker. Although I was under the impression that you were aware as to what was happening. We discussed this over a month ago." On the last statement, he shot a glare at Ethan's father.

"Has he not discussed any of this with you?"

"Not a word. However, it would appear my father has already prepared for this." Ethan glanced at his father who was signing the papers without a word. Ethan left in the dark oblivious to what happens next.

His eyes met that of Mr. Moore; he was captivated by the bright green eyes that met his.

"What am I being bought for?" He finally settled for asking.

"Whatever I want you to be. As of currently, I am purchasing you for my own…needs. From the way I understand it, that is not much different from your life now. The only difference is you will not be serving anyone other than me.

Your father, of course, ensured me that you would not have had any sex with others." Ethan swallowed at his words but nodded slowly. It did not sound any worse than where he was already at.

"I want to read over it before I sign it." Was all he said. Mr. Moore simply nodded, sliding him another copy of the contract. He read over it as thoroughly as he could. There were a few words he did not understand but the basics were there.

Ethan would become his on his eighteenth birthday. He would be required to do whatever Moore saw fit. Anything that happened between the two would remain confidential. He was required to be a virgin.

However, the most important thing that Ethan noticed was that the contract stated Moore would provide for him where it was needed and anything that happened between them would be consensual. Swallowing, he nodded, handing the copy back.

"I'll sign it."

"Seeing as you were not prepared to be picked up today, I will return tomorrow to pick up you and your things. That should give you time to collect everything-" Ethan quickly intercepted before Mr.

Moore could finish his sentence.

"I only have one thing to collect. I am ready to go if you could just give me a minute." The male did not appear happy at having been interrupted but nodded, nonetheless.

"Very well, make it quick." With the permission granted, Ethan quickly disappeared. He returned to his room, tossing his clothes into a dollar store, plastic bag. There were so few that they fit perfectly. He also grabbed the necklace that rested on his small table, putting it around his neck before returning to his father's office. As he anticipated, rage filled his father's face when he spotted the necklace.

"Take it off, boy!" He snapped, standing abruptly, and holding his hand out.

"Hand it over, that does not belong to you!" Ethan quickly wrapped his hand around the pendant. It was a silver phoenix, slightly girly but it had belonged to his mother.

However, he was sure that all that mattered to his father was the fact that it was pure white gold; it was worth a fair amount of money if he wanted to sell it. When he did not budge to take it off, his father reached out, roughly grabbing hold of his wrist. Ethan winced at the pain, but it quickly went away as Mr. Moore reached out, roughly grabbing his father's wrist.

"You have your money and the contract is signed.

The boy belongs to me now, so I recommend you do not touch him." His voice was cold, dangerous even. His father released his wrist rather quickly, eyes hardening.

"Of course. However, that necklace belonged to my late wife-"

"And considering the only other items this boy has is a bag of clothes, I see no harm in keeping his mother's necklace." As soon as his father released him, Ethan moved closer to Mr. Moore. He was already beginning to hope staying with this man would be better than his father. 

His father dared not try to argue with him, perhaps concerned he may lose all the money he just gained. With a grunt, Mr. Moore placed a hand on Ethan's shoulder and led him out of the brothel. Ethan did not say a word as he followed him to his car, a Lamborghini if he was correct. It was a sleek black with blue highlights. While Ethan was not a huge car person, he loved the one in front of him.

"What made you buy me?" Ethan asked once the man started the car and they were driving away from the brothel. It was as though he were ensuring he would not be returned, even though the man could easily turn around.

"I have eyes and ears in many places kid. I own a club, called Nebula. This makes it important for me to know about any type of competition. While your father was not much competition for me, you could have been. I would often hear my clients talking about the 'virgin boy who gave great head'." Moore rolled his eyes as he quoted what his customers would say.

"A few would leave just to go see you. Your father highly promoted you, even said that for the right price your virginity could be given to one who deserved it. Well, I met that price and then some. My competition no longer exists and 'the virgin boy' is now mine." It sounded horrible to Ethan.