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anticipation.
“He’ll eventually get tired of playing with you, and then he’ll turn you over to me,” Ross announced.
Patrick scoffed. “No he won’t.”
“Funny, that’s exactly what his last three twinks said to me. Of course, they all lasted a bit longer than you. They were porn stars after all, so they knew how to keep a guy interested. You on the other hand are so vanilla that you make a
preacher’s kid look wild.”
Even as his heart sank, Patrick shook his head.
“It’s not all about sex with me and Vance.”
Ross rolled his eyes. “Vance owns a porn company. It’s always about sex for him. I’m actually shocked he kept you around this long. He could have any of the guys working for him. In fact, he already has had most of them. They’re all way better looking than you.”
Patrick sucked in a breath. No, he couldn’t believe that Vance was that shallow.
Ross reached out and patted Patrick’s knee.
“Let me guess, he said he wouldn’t put you in front of the camera because you were too special and he wanted you all to yourself.”
Each one of those words hit Patrick like a punch to his gut. Yes, that’d been exactly what Vance had said. How in the hell did Ross know that?
“You’re not the first one he’s used that line on.
As soon as he’s done with you, he’ll treat you just like the others. You’ll be working scenes in order to keep your job. All the while, you’ll have to watch as Vance takes on a new toy. Why do you think so many of the stars pant over him?”
“Because he’s hot and any gay man would notice,” Patrick argued in a raspy voice.
“Well, there’s that, but it’s also because they want Vance to take them back into his bed again.”
Ross gave a shrug. “Or I should say they want him
to take them back to the hotel. He never has allowed one of his pets into his house. That would make it too personal for him.”
Patrick couldn’t take anymore. He felt like he was going to throw-up. He needed to put as much distance between him and Ross as possible.
Jumping to his feet, Patrick held a hand to his stomach. “Can I leave now?”
Ross rolled the chair back and gave that damn smirk again. “Sure, we’re done here.”
Patrick ran out and raced down the hall, ignoring all the people who called his name. He made it to the bathroom just in time. Dropping to his knees before the Porcelain God, Patrick puked up his entire lunch.
All the while, he told himself that he was overacting. But then everything Ross said continued to nag at him. How Vance had used that line so many times. The way that Vance would never take one of his short-term boys home. That Patrick had so little experience it was laughable.
Ross could have figured the last one out himself, but how could he know about the first two? That is unless what he said was true.
Patrick went over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. After, he stared at his reflection in the mirror as he worked over all the drama in his mind.
Maybe Ross was wrong? He could have easily
overheard Patrick and Vance talking and then used that as ammo. The guy was hateful and mean enough to do something like that.
Vance had been nothing but kind and giving.
Patrick should at least hear Vance’s side of the story. Taking a deep breath, Patrick pulled out his cell. He had one hour before Vance returned. Once he got back, they would have one serious conversation. Patrick just hoped he liked the answers he received.
* * * *
Vance sank into the chair behind his desk and let out frustrated sigh. Becca had managed to take up yet another day of his life.
Running his hands through his hair, Vance wondered when he’d ever learn. His niece was a huge-ass thorn in his paw and that would never change. No matter how much he prayed to ever deity known to man.
Ever since she’d learned to talk, she’d never had a nice thing to say. In fact, he swore her first complete sentence had been, “Dear God! You’re not
“He’ll eventually get tired of playing with you, and then he’ll turn you over to me,” Ross announced.
Patrick scoffed. “No he won’t.”
“Funny, that’s exactly what his last three twinks said to me. Of course, they all lasted a bit longer than you. They were porn stars after all, so they knew how to keep a guy interested. You on the other hand are so vanilla that you make a
preacher’s kid look wild.”
Even as his heart sank, Patrick shook his head.
“It’s not all about sex with me and Vance.”
Ross rolled his eyes. “Vance owns a porn company. It’s always about sex for him. I’m actually shocked he kept you around this long. He could have any of the guys working for him. In fact, he already has had most of them. They’re all way better looking than you.”
Patrick sucked in a breath. No, he couldn’t believe that Vance was that shallow.
Ross reached out and patted Patrick’s knee.
“Let me guess, he said he wouldn’t put you in front of the camera because you were too special and he wanted you all to yourself.”
Each one of those words hit Patrick like a punch to his gut. Yes, that’d been exactly what Vance had said. How in the hell did Ross know that?
“You’re not the first one he’s used that line on.
As soon as he’s done with you, he’ll treat you just like the others. You’ll be working scenes in order to keep your job. All the while, you’ll have to watch as Vance takes on a new toy. Why do you think so many of the stars pant over him?”
“Because he’s hot and any gay man would notice,” Patrick argued in a raspy voice.
“Well, there’s that, but it’s also because they want Vance to take them back into his bed again.”
Ross gave a shrug. “Or I should say they want him
to take them back to the hotel. He never has allowed one of his pets into his house. That would make it too personal for him.”
Patrick couldn’t take anymore. He felt like he was going to throw-up. He needed to put as much distance between him and Ross as possible.
Jumping to his feet, Patrick held a hand to his stomach. “Can I leave now?”
Ross rolled the chair back and gave that damn smirk again. “Sure, we’re done here.”
Patrick ran out and raced down the hall, ignoring all the people who called his name. He made it to the bathroom just in time. Dropping to his knees before the Porcelain God, Patrick puked up his entire lunch.
All the while, he told himself that he was overacting. But then everything Ross said continued to nag at him. How Vance had used that line so many times. The way that Vance would never take one of his short-term boys home. That Patrick had so little experience it was laughable.
Ross could have figured the last one out himself, but how could he know about the first two? That is unless what he said was true.
Patrick went over to the sink and splashed cold water on his face. After, he stared at his reflection in the mirror as he worked over all the drama in his mind.
Maybe Ross was wrong? He could have easily
overheard Patrick and Vance talking and then used that as ammo. The guy was hateful and mean enough to do something like that.
Vance had been nothing but kind and giving.
Patrick should at least hear Vance’s side of the story. Taking a deep breath, Patrick pulled out his cell. He had one hour before Vance returned. Once he got back, they would have one serious conversation. Patrick just hoped he liked the answers he received.
* * * *
Vance sank into the chair behind his desk and let out frustrated sigh. Becca had managed to take up yet another day of his life.
Running his hands through his hair, Vance wondered when he’d ever learn. His niece was a huge-ass thorn in his paw and that would never change. No matter how much he prayed to ever deity known to man.
Ever since she’d learned to talk, she’d never had a nice thing to say. In fact, he swore her first complete sentence had been, “Dear God! You’re not
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