Having rich and powerful women throw themselves at you was definitely a constant boost to the ego. Plus, all the tips and gifts that were thrown at them were every twenty-year-old’s dream come true.
Nikolai was once given a sixty-inch TV and a five-thousand-dollar Italian-made suit, while Reid was given a twenty-five-thousand-dollar supercharged motorbike.
Rich and lonely women were generous, especially when getting boned by a horny man more than half their age.
What could he say? They liked the dick.
“You know, I would have come for a run this morning if you had told me you were going,” Nikolai said, clearing the dishes off the table. “Tomorrow, we’ll go for a run together.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Reid answered, smiling from behind his sugary cup of coffee.
“I’m going to hop in the shower and get dressed. Then I’m taking you to the bar to meet the guys.”
For some reason, he felt a surge of excitement. He couldn’t wait for the guys to properly meet his best friend.
9
REID
For some reason, Reid felt nervous.
He hadn’t been nervous while staking out the biker bar, waiting for Niko to show himself. Or while he’d been lurking in the shadows… waiting, scoping out the area and the people around his old best friend, trying to figure out whether this was a good idea and whether these bikers could be trusted.
None of that made him nervous.
But now, hearing Niko refer to these guys as his family made him feel nervous as shit.
Was it because he secretly wanted them to like him?
Was it because these guys got to share the last ten years with him, while he had not?
Or was it because, secretly, he’d had feelings for Nikolai ever since the moment they met?
Falling in love when you’re paid to have sex with others is highly problematic.
Falling in love with your roommate and best friend… is even more complicated.
Reid often struggled, especially during the many times he and Nikolai entertained clients together, to watch Nikolai making love to someone else. He could almost feel his heart breaking each and every time.
Listening to the moans.
Hearing the gasps of pleasure.
It was like standing in front of a firing squad every time he had to watch his best friend take these women, showing them love and affection—even if it was all just pretend.
But what could he do? They weren’t exactly free to leave and do what they wanted, were they?
No matter how many times they told themselves otherwise, they were prisoners, forced to work for a man who saw them as nothing more than human sex toys… to be used and sold to the highest bidder.
Yes, he and Niko had it better than most. They were part of the Diamond Squad, an elite group of men whose sole purpose was to pleasure rich and powerful clients.
They were the best of the best. The best-looking men, with the biggest packages and the most charming smiles.
Servicing such high-valued clients awarded them certain privileges that the others who worked for Mikhail were not.
They were tipped regularly and got to keep it. Others had to fork over every cent they made to Mikhail. He dispensed what he thought they deserved, which often wasn’t much.
They received expensive gifts from clients and got to live in a fancy condo with a fridge full of food. Others had to share a two-bedroom apartment with six other men and women, in a neighborhood that had rats as landlords.
