Chapter 2: New Places, New People

   Aiden

    I love to move around. See new places, meet new people. I never stay in the same place too long. So taking on new jobs is sort of a must. One day I was grabbing a coffee at Starbucks when a lady asked if she could buy me a cup of coffee. Couldn't say no to "free". She asked if I was a model and I told her I had modeled some in my days but I was not looking for model work now. I liked to try something new. I guess I was the right man for the job she needed. I guaranteed her I would help her son with whatever he needed. The work sounded easy and the pay was substantial. 

I would use the money to go overseas. Maybe Italy again or Brazil. I've been just about all over the world but there are still places I'd visit over and over again. When Mrs. Genevieve DuPont asked me my name I gave her a close enough name. I mean my name is Aiden but Blackmon is not my actual last name. I am by no means a criminal, far from it. But I don't like for people to know who I am or where I come from. I pride myself on being two different people actually. I haven't been home in years and have no plans of returning.  I am excited to meet this hardass Donovan guy, sounds like a real ball breaker. A challenge I think I can handle. He can not be better looking than me. I'd rate myself a 9.5 out of 10. No one is a 10. Doesn't exist in my book, they would have to have the personality and people suck.  Love is fake, doesn't exist. Just something Disney created to get people to buy Hallmark cards, and roses and shit. I don't say all this just because I have had my heart broken. I've been hurt but I've never been in love with someone but I will admit I have loved someone. There is a difference. Loving someone is easy. You care about them, take care of them, buy them things, have sex, fuck even, introduce them to mom and dad maybe but they will never be above you. You will always choose yourself over them when you love someone. When you love someone it is not hard to move on from them, to let them go, to say the words "it's not you, it's me" or "I've met someone else". When you're in love, truly in love with someone they are above you in all things, they become the most important thing you have, your reason for breathing, your reason for existence.  Life without someone by your side who matches your crazy is just black and white. But when you find that missing "O" to your "X" or that person who makes the world's black and whites turn into vibrant colors of purples, reds, yellows and greens, that person that you miss even when they are near. Then you've accomplished one of life's milestones. 

 

I am not a sap, don't get me wrong. But I do believe in love. It exists - I just think it rare and almost none existent these days. Everyone is just looking for love not actually being in love. People rush to get married, just to hurry to get divorced with multiple kids. Sad but true. I shouldn't be talking. Here I am bouncing around the world, working different jobs, a wondering man, running from a path. I'll go back eventually. I just want to enjoy my life freely a little longer and have some fun. Maybe I can break this Donovan guy and get him to go to a club or two with me and actually have some fun. Could be a good time for the both of us and I am all about good times.   I am running late and of course I can't get into the estate because they mixed up the paperwork. When they finally find my information and let me through the gate I have exactly five minutes to get to Donovan's room. So I guess it is a test of my athletics. If only there had been a drone in the air to film my mastery. I make it with two minutes to spare but of course Donovan does not seem amused but goddammit I dont give a single fuck because this man is the definition of gorgeous. I hope he yells at me. Scolds me up close, maybe a hand around my throat? God I am a perve. His face is a poker face and I try to keep mine the same even as the sweat drips down my face. He asks me why I was late and I give him the explanation while picturing him naked. Is he starring at me? Or am I just wishing it into existence. I feel like I should have jerked one off before coming here but I really had no idea he would look this way. Billionaire son, most are not good looking. They are average at best. Guess I hit the jackpot as a housekeeper on this job. 

   

I want to get to know him. Want to talk to him. Want him to know me. Ask him questions. What his favorite color is when it comes to which colors look best on him, which color he just loves to look at, which color cars he likes. I want to get to know him right now.  But he is so serious. His face is one of a poker card player and his eyebrow, God that eyebrow. I want to kiss it. He raises it in disagreement and all I can do is get butterflies in my stomach. The only question I can seem to get out is if he ever let's his hair down to have fun, and he dodges it so quickly. All I can do is smile and follow him to wherever we are headed next.