Page 11 of His Temptation
For two years, Jay and I’d hooked up, hot and heavy, fucking like rabbits anywhere we could: my office, his office, a hotel room, his house. The secrecy added to the excitement for me, but more than anything, Jay made me feel alive.
The part of myself I had denied for so many years had finally been free to explore. And once I had that freedom, I didn’t want to give it up. The thought of telling my son I was gay had terrified me, but with one foot out of the closet, I’d refused to go back inside and shut the door.
However, my plan to take it slow was ruined when Ryan walked in on me and Jay making out in my office one Saturday last December. My firm was closed on the weekends, but Ryan knew I’d gone to the office to prep for a big case because he’d been staying at my place at the time.
Jay had been leaning back on my desk, his tie loose and his shirt unbuttoned, and I’d been on the verge of taking off his pants when Ryan walked in on us.
Since that day, Ryan had pretty much hated the very sight of me.
“Focus.” I studied the file more intently and sipped my coffee, which had gone cold.
It’s going to be a long day.
Chapter 3
Cason
“How can I help you?” I asked.
“I was wondering what machine you’d recommend for someone just starting out,” the woman said. “I want something I can use at home that’s not a treadmill or an elliptical.”
“Hm.” I chewed the corner of my lip as I walked over to the section with the workout equipment. “The ProForm bike might be a good bet. It has several preset workout apps, different levels of resistance training, and an adjustable seat. It’s also on sale right now. So, you take sixty bucks off the original price.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll browse a little. I appreciate the help.”
“If you need anything else, just let me know. My name is Cason.”
Some of the sales associates liked to hover around customers, but I hated that shit. More times than not, it just irritated the customer and they left without buying anything. I smiled and walked away to give her some space.
I’d started working at Academy last summer when I turned eighteen. Before that, I had worked at McDonald’s for almost two years. Getting a job at sixteen had helped me save up for a used car, pay for insurance and gas, and start a savings account. I’d worked like crazy during school, juggling my job with schoolwork, football practices and games, and then baseball after that. I was a firm believer in working hard to get ahead in life. Now that graduation was over, I’d be able to work full-time until I went to college in the fall.
All to make a better life for myself.
I glanced at the clock, seeing it was nearly time for me to clock out. I’d had to be at work at ten that morning, otherwise I would’ve stayed with Ryan longer.
Emery had been so kind to me earlier. He’d made me feel welcome in his house, and he’d cooked me breakfast. My own mom hadn’t ever even cooked me breakfast. One of my first memories was when I was like four and I had poured my own cereal and put my bowl in the sink after.
Yeah, I didn’t see why Ryan gave him so much attitude. Unless Emery put on a good show in front of people, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy.
After my shift, I saw several texts from Ryan.
Ryan:U wrking 2day?
Then an hour later.
Ryan:Txt me when u get off.
Ryan:I wanna go out 2nite.
Instead of texting, I called him.
“Yo,” he answered on the second ring.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked, getting into my car.
“I don’t know. But it’s Saturday night, and I don’t wanna be at home. Trev said he still has a shitload of booze at his place, so we can go over there, drink, and stay the night.”
Drinking the night away didn’t sound appealing to me.
