"Sebastian, this is my boyfriend. He'll be here from time to time, and I hope you get along."
The pointed look from my brother says it all. Or else you'll suffer.
I don't mind one more person in the house. His boyfriend, at least, doesn't look like an asshole.
I shrug and turn back to the TV.
I hope they'd leave me alone.
Little did I know my life would change after that encounter.
Aziel and I are four years apart, so he was only sixteen when he met Ezrah. When I grew up, I was envious of my brother. Why wasn't I the older one? Why didn't I meet Ezrah first?
It wasn't fair.
Not that what I did was fair either.
My brother isn't a bad guy. He was actually pretty chill. Most of the time. Except when we fought like brothers do.
Maybe.
I mean, I don't have a point of reference. Maybe I should choose two brothers at random and study them from afar, see if what Aziel and I had was normal or not.
I don't want to think about my brother anymore. He's off living his best life, and I plan on doing the same.
Checking my watch, I see that it's five in the afternoon. Perfect. I have four hours to get ready. And yes, I'll use all four to make myself perfect.
All for my Daddy.
Always, all for my Daddy.
Chapter two
Ezrah
It has been two years since my life fell apart. Two years since I endured the most gut-wrenching pain and lost a part of myself.
The first year was hell. I was a ghost of my former self. Nothing more and nothing less.
The second year was a bit better, but I was still in the throes of despair. That was when I began building a new version of me.
Now, for the first time in two years, I feel optimistic about the future. I look forward to my mornings, eager for the day ahead. I've finally found my smile again, dimmer than before, maybe, but mine.
To rebuild your life from the ruins is no joke.
There were times I thought I'd never recover.
But here I am.
I can't deny I'm different from the man I used to be. Finding out that your husband, your childhood sweetheart, has beencheating on you will do that. The innocent boy who believed in true love died in an instant.
I'm no longer the guy with rose-tinted glasses who thought love was enough. Life doesn't work that way.
I shake my head and say out loud, "No. I'm not going to think about this. Today's a big day."
I was promoted unexpectedly at the club where I've worked for the past one year. I started as a bartender and somehow climbed my way to a manager. I still don't know how it happened.
The Vicious Vines is an exclusie, high-end club. Everything here is expensive, from the decor to the drinks we offer. But it's more than that. Two hidden floors set it apart. One is the VIP level, the one place where even I haven't entered. The other is devoted entirely to BDSM rooms, equipped with everything anyone in the lifestyle could need.
