Page 6 of Judging Duke

Since that night fifteen years ago, I’d saved every penny I could. I didn’t splurge on the latest phone or splash out ondesigner gear. I lived within my means, squirrelling away any extra. You never knew when you’d need it.

I’d left home with one hundred and twenty pounds, and it had lasted a while. If only my stay at my aunt’s had lasted as long. I’d been there a few weeks before circumstances forced me out of her home.

I refused to think about the events that had caused me to leave my childhood home in the first place. It was in the past, and I’d moved on, metaphorically speaking. Physically, I was in a much better place, but occasional flashbacks would haunt me of that night so many years ago. Emotionally, I didn’t think I’d ever recover.

And now all thoughts of ravaging Holly and her wonderful body left me to be replaced with a sense of regret that I’d not done more. I’d left my best friend when he needed me, never to return home. Simon had made sure of that.

“Here’s what he left you.” Holly held a thick envelope out to me, and I looked at her, momentarily lost for words.

What were we talking about? Oh, yes. Cyril’s tip.

“Thanks.” I took it from her and tucked it into my trouser pocket. “I’ll see you around.”

I blew her a kiss and made my way to the lounge where a few other guys were eating lunch.

“Here he is,” one of them shouted.

I waved and walked to the bar.

“The usual?” the barman, Adam, asked.

“Yep. Tuna salad with a sparkling water.”

Even though the pay wasn’t much, our allowance gave us one meal a day, and in a place like this, the food wasn’t cheap.

A client could expect to pay in excess of thirty quid for what I was having for lunch.

I leant my arm on the bar and looked over at the four guys I’d be joining for lunch. My sex worker days might have been over,but I’d slept with two of them, both separately and at the same time. Addiction was a strong word to use, but I enjoyed sexa lot. I’d been with my fair share of women. You couldn’t afford to be choosy when you were on the streets trying to make enough money for your next meal, but my preference would always be men.

I currently had my eye on one of the young personal trainers, Ethan. He was tall, fit and blond. I definitely had a thing for blonds.

Most of us worked out at the gym on site, and the first time I’d seen him, his sweat-covered body had me wanting to lick him from head to toe, to taste the salty droplets running down his fit as fuck body.

“You are such a player.” Adam handed me my drink with a smirk.

“What do you mean?” I asked, knowing full well what he meant.

“Holly, Greg, Craig.” He ticked the names off on his fingers. “And you’ve tried it on with me too, knowing I’m straight.”

“It was worth a shot.” I smirked and took a drink, continuing to watch Ethan. His tight shorts left nothing to the imagination, and for the second time today, my cock jerked, demanding attention.

Would I have time for a quickie before my next client? Would he be willing?

Thoughts of bending him over and ramming my dick up his arse ran through my head. He’d moan my name as we’d come together. A trickle of sweat dripped down my back, and I rolled the cold glass across my forehead, blowing out a breath.

“Jesus, man. You need to get laid if it’s getting to you that much.”

“It’s not for want of trying. Unless you’re offering.” I looked at him expectantly. I would if he would.

He snorted and shook his head. “Not in your wildest dreams, Duke.”

I raised an eyebrow, and he walked away to serve another customer. I continued to stand at the bar to watch the object of my lustful thoughts.

Ethan had resisted every one of my come-ons. His unavailability was irking me.

I wanted him.

“I think he has a girlfriend,” Adam said.

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