Finding Kellenis an opposites attract gay romance story with an inveterate and unapologetic bad boy and the man who might show him there’s a different way to live.
CHAPTER 1
Kellen
Drive one Lamborghiniinto the ditch and never live it down.
I stared out the windshield of my dad’s SUV at the cabin. I did not remember it being that small.
You don’t have any memory of it at all.
Well, there was that. I’d been seven the last time Dad brought me here. I’d caught a rainbow trout, made a huge fuss about it, had been called useless, and had never been brought up here again.
You’re lucky he gave you the keys to his spare SUV. You’re lucky you didn’t lose your driver’s license.
I wanted to shout at my inner voice toshut the fuck up. He’d been particularly active since the Lambo incident. The cops couldn’tproveI’d been speeding. And I was lucky as fuck the damage hadn’t been worse.
Worse being relative. The car was a write-off. The airbags had saved my life. Aside from a cut on my forehead from when the windshield imploded, I was pretty okay.
Okay, being relative. The tabloid media in Vancouver smelled blood.
My dad was one of the richest guys in the city—some titan of industry.
I was his only son and continuously got into the gossip columns because of myantics.
People should get a life. Who the hell cares who I might be fucking?
Oh, right. The last woman had been a model with almost a million Instagram followers. So yeah, I sort of walked into that one.
And she walked away from me when she snagged a professional football player from the league down in the States. I snapped my fingers but couldn’t for the life of me remember what the thing was called. Hell, I didn’t even follow the Vancouver team. That said, the Vancouver Orcas rugby team had caught my notice. Their captain had come out as bisexual after breaking up—rather publicly—with an IG influencer.
She’d tried to make him look bad.
His fans, and frankly anyone who had common decency, had sided with him.
I squinted. The guy was now married and…I wanted to say, had foster kids.
Whatever. Guy was happy.
All I ever wanted was to be happy.
All I ever managed to be was a disappointment to my father.
Mom had taken off twenty years ago—when I was four.
Dad kept saying we were better off without her.
I wasn’t convinced that was true, but I’d never been able to track her down. So, I lived with my dad. Coexisted with my dad. Lived on his good graces. At least he had the sense not to be grooming me to take over his empire.
Lori, the daughter he never had, and the person he desperately wished would fill that role, was slowly preparing for the position. Great that my dad was an equal-opportunity guy. Too bad Lori thought I was a waste of space as well.
The snow fell harder. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to see the cabin.
You’re feeling sorry for yourself. You always feel sorry for yourself. If you don’t want your toes to freeze and fall off, you’d better get moving.
I hadn’t packed for winter weather. Vancouver had been enjoying a rather balmy dry spell in mid-December.
Again, I was grateful my father had winterized his SUV. Good snow tires had helped me make it to the cabin. Dad paid a guy to plow the driveway, so I was good in that too.
