Page 4 of Yours to Break

“Don’t talk to my woman like that!” Mr. Bigot yelled, spitting in my direction.

I couldn’t have been more relieved when a familiar face walked in, a frown already in place.

“Is there a problem here, Oliver?” Josh asked, staring down the fuming couple. Josh was someone whom I considered an almost-friend. We didn’t see each other apart from when we visited each other’s workplaces—my antique store or his father’s coffee shop down the road. We got along well, and I genuinely enjoyed our chats. He never cut me off when I went on a tangent or scolded me when I got distracted. Over the years, we’d gotten into the habit of following an unofficial visiting schedule. I’d go to the coffee shop for lunch most weekdays, and in return, he’d come to the store on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays while he was off work.

“No problem—right, guys?”

They angrily muttered and threw me some dirty looks, but hustled out the door, sizing up Josh as they left. He’d played on the university’s baseball team and had retained the muscles that years of hard work had built.

Blowing out a big breath, he joined me at the counter and rested his forearms on the surface. “Are you okay? That looked like it was about to turn serious,” he fretted, brows drawn together.

“I’m okay. They were just about to leave anyway. They were upset that I wouldn’t pay out the big bucks for a plastic bracelet,” I sighed, worrying my hands. Josh gave me what I liked to think of as his stern big brother look.

“You really should hire some staff. It’s not safe for you to constantly be alone here. And, if you had some help, you wouldn’t have to work six days a week.”

“Like I’ve said before, I’m perfectly safe. Besides, I don’t have the funds to pay anyone. I make enough to take care of myself, and that’s it. I don’t mind how much I work.” Josh huffed before shaking his head; he ran his hand through his short brown hair in exasperation.

“Alright, alright,” Josh relented. “Well, I just dropped by to see how your trip went. I have to admit I missed you while you were gone,” he said, a light blush staining his cheeks.

A bright smile lit up my face. “You missed me? Aww,” I swooned, secretly happy that it deepened his blush. He rolled his eyes at me, trying to shrug off his embarrassment.

“Of course I missed you, Oliver,” he confessed, his eyes soft.

I smiled, “Well, thank you.” He exhaled and walked behind the counter to sit on one of the wooden stools I always kept here. “The trip was good. It wasn’t too far, which was nice. The next one isn’t for another few months, so I’ll be here for a while.”

“Good,” he hummed. “And… maybe we could hang out together sometime? Y’know, outside of our shops?” Josh looked away for a moment.

Surprised, I said, “Oh! Yeah, sure, of course.”

Josh grinned, “Good. Let’s exchange numbers then? It’s crazy I don’t have your number after all these years.” He unlocked his phone, opened a new contact, and handed it to me. I did the same before entering my information and saving it. Once that was settled, Josh stood, fingers hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. “Well, I’ll see you soon then. Text me when you’re available.”

“Okay,” I beamed. This definitely made us friends, right? Had I been upgraded from almost-friend, but mainly work acquaintance, to a real friend? I wiggled, feeling squirmy from my excitement. Josh waved as he left through the front door of the shop.

I had two friends!

I couldn’t stop smiling. Ridiculous—considering I’d just had angry bigots in my store.

As I went about the rest of my day, I kept replaying my conversation with Josh in my head, afraid the memory would start to lose its shine, but it never did.

3

Hudson

My softened dick slid out of the boy’s wrecked hole. I briefly admired the stripes of reddened skin across his buttocks. I wasn’t allowed to break skin in this club; there were rules. Typically, rules didn’t apply to me or my twin, Hayes. Unfortunately, the owner of this sex club had made it clear that he had no problem calling the cops if we broke any house rules.

“Wow, that was amazing, babe,” the slim man beneath me purred.Babe?Clearly, he was new around here. It was public knowledge that neither Hayes nor I ever went further than one-night stands. I took in the man’s appearance; he wasn’t unattractive in the least. He was slim but lightly muscled, his deep ebony skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he were a dancer or model somewhere. He was indeed beautiful, and his hole had been warm and snug, but nothing about him called to me. That wasn’t a slight against him; it was just who I was. If he were looking for a partner, he’d have no issue securing one; it just wouldn’t be me.

“Yeah, it was good, thanks,” I grunted, sliding off the bed to find my clothing.

“When can we do it again, big guy?” He stretched his long limbs, reminding me of a cat.

“Sorry, I don’t do seconds.” I watched as his face dropped, head reeling back. He quickly got off the bed and began to dress. He looked… mad? Upset? Something like that. Not sure what he was expecting from a quick fuck at a sex club, but he wouldn’t be getting it from me. Again, nothing was wrong with the guy. I’m sure there were many guys who would be happy to keep his hole filled on a regular basis.

“You could’ve said something before, you know?”But why?He seemed even more frustrated with my lack of response and left the private room, slamming the heavy door behind him. I finished dressing, pulling out my phone from my pants’ pocket. Sending a quick text, I let my brother know that I’d finished. Within seconds, he responded similarly.

I opened the door, walking out into the club’s dark hallway, lit only with red lights. Looking around, I located Hayes leaning against one of the high-backed couches furnishing the large lounge area. Sensing my gaze, he lazily looked up from his phone and nodded his head in the direction of the club’s exit.

Once outside, I breathed in the cold January air, walking alongside my twin towards our car. I slid into the passenger seat as he blasted the heat. My brother had always been more sensitive towards the cold than I was.

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