Chapter 27: A different point of view

"You really need to get laid."

Julian laughed under his breath and shook his head, rolling his beer bottle between the palm of his hands. "Thanks for your concern but I'm fine," he stressed.

"No," Kaden disagreed, taking a seat opposite him on the three seater, brown leather sofa. He propped his feet up on the coffee table and gestured at his brother with his freshly opened beer. "You need to get laid," he repeated before taking a sip.

Julian rolled eyes and sat back against his arm- chair, the colour and material matching the three- seater his brother currently occupied. "Why do I need to get laid?" With a heavy sigh, he decided to humour Kaden.

"Because you're cranky," Kaden offered simply. "And you never get cranky. You're the least cranky person I know. Until you need to get laid, that is." He flashed a cheeky smile, letting his dimples show. His black, sleeked back and overly gelled hair caught the light, making it shine. "Hell, I can hook you up right now." He pulled out his phone. "Just one call."

"No," Julian told him firmly. "I don't want a prostitute, and I don't care for one night stands. If I want...relief, I'll just do it the old fashioned way."

Meaning, he'd have a wank. Spank the moneky. Clean out the pipes...he wasn't too old to do that shit, was he?

Kaden blinked at him.

And then blinks again. "You're joking."

"No, I'm not."

Kaden heaved a sigh and stood up before downing the rest of his beer in one go. The bottle, now empty, fell away from his mouth with a loud burp. "Fine. I'll let you off. For now. But I'm gonna leave you a little something which might help."

Julian eyes narrowed suspiciously while he watched his older brother reach into the blazer of his cream coloured suit and pull out an item which was hidden by his hand. "What is that?" Kaden placed it down on the kitchen counter, which stood only a few feet away from the living area.. "You'll see." Kaden didn't offer him anything more than that.

"Same time next week, brother?"

"Yeah, yeah." Julian waved him off. "See ya." He waited until the door closed, signalling his brothers departure. Sighing, Julian had to admit he was relieved to finally have some alone time. He'd had a hectic day at work followed by his weekly dinner with Kaden which was always fun.

Okay, so maybe Julian was a bit crankier than usual. But that didn't mean he needed to get laid... Not that he'd say no to sex right now. It was just that he had no one to do it with and he really didn't want to have a one-night-stand. He was getting too old for them now, too bored, and would rather find himself a nice woman who was ready to settle down with him.

Which was easier said than done because Julian wasn't the type of guy who fell in love easily. He'd only ever had one serious relationship in his whole life which lasted five years from the age of 18 to 22. After that, he had a couple of meaningless flings and short relationships but nothing which ever stuck.

But not anymore. At the age of 28, he was done with meaningless encounters.

So he considered his options. P**n could work. He had nothing against p**n. Except he hadn't really watched any since his teens and might feel pretty stupid doing so again. It was worth a shot though.

Chugging down some beer, he stood up before placing his drink on the coffee table and heading towards the bedroom where his laptop sat on his bedside cabinet. On the way, he passed the kitchen counter and spotted the object his brother had left for him. It was a small, rectangular card.

Julian paused and walked closer to get a peek at it. It was black with a large red bow on it, giving the impression of a gift with a ribbon decorating it. He turned it over. On the other side was red script writing.

Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs.

Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here.

He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

Hell, he might even enjoy it.

"Fuck it."

So he grabbed the card, his phone, and some lube.

Settling himself against his favourite leather armchair, he leaned back and dialled the number.

After a few rings it went to a voice recording. It was a woman speaking, her voice low and sensual as she rambled on about terms and conditions, payment, and what buttons to press. He decided to go with 2 because this 'Angel' chick sounds the closest to his type. The other woman was too old for his tastes and the last option was a man.

The dialling sound chimes in his ear again and again, making him wonder if she was even going to pick up. But then a sweet little voice appears. "Hey there, handsome."

"Hey," he greeted back after a moment, voice giving away his nerves. He cringed at himself. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"You caught me just in time."

Well, she certainly knew how to make him wanna stick around. "Oh?" He couldn't help but ask. Part of him still wanted to hang up, feeling kind of stupid for thinking this was a good idea in the first place but he really wanted to hear some dirty words from her. He bet they'd sound sexy as fuck with a voice like that. "Why is that?"

"Um..." She sounded taken back by something and he smirked to himself, glad he seemed to be having the same effect on her as she was on him. It helped him relax. "Because I'm wet and needing a man to help me out."