Chance bursts out laughing. “Fine, you’re fucking handsome, gorgeous, hot, sexy … anything else I’m missing?”
“Big dick?” I pout.
Chance looks around to make sure no one can hear us. “Yes, Derrick. You have one mighty fine big cock.”
“You wanna see it grow?” I tease him.
“Yes, Derrick, I want to see your dick grow.” He chuckles as he escorts me out of Evan’s suite and toward his.
7
DERRICK
Things have been wild since Paris. Evan and Sienna got engaged, but he knows I will hurt him if he ever hurts my bestie again. She even suggested that we open a shop again, just like we had in Sydney, but this time we are in business together. I may have shed a tear or two over that, she has no idea how much that means to me. How can I ever repay her for everything she has done for me, not just here in America, but back in Australia too?
Like Chance, I too came from a religious family. Mine were not like the Amish, they were modern, but still had the same kind of thinking, especially when it came to my sexuality. I knew in Sunday School that lusting after the hot male priest was not normal. When I came out to my parents at sixteen, they sent me away to conversion therapy in the bush for a couple of months. It was torture, and honestly, a mind fuck. The things they did to me out there should be fucking investigated. I tried to be authentically me, but when I realized that being the Derrick I was, was going to end up getting me killed, I became the Derrick they wanted me to be. My parents were ecstatic that I came back cured, and I stayed in that character until I graduated highschool. I worked my ass off behind the scenes at my part-time job to save up to pay for me to get into fashion college in Sydney. I was getting out of my small town and away from my parents to save myself, it was slowly killing me pretending to be someone I wasn’t.
I remember the next day after graduation, I walked out into the kitchen where my parents were sitting and calmly came out to them again. I told them that I had been lying to them, that I wasn’t cured of my gayness, and that I was done hiding it. That was the first time in my life that my father attacked me, the left hook I never saw coming, but I was bigger and stronger and was able to get him off me, all while my mother screamed for me not to hurt my father. That was the moment they kicked me out. Thankfully, I was ready. I went back into my room, grabbed my things, walked out the door without saying goodbye, and jumped on the next bus to Sydney.
After I graduated from fashion school, I thought I was going to be this fashionista. I was wrong. Sydney may have been a big place, but the competition was fierce, that’s how I found Sienna. Here I thought she was going to be another Eastern suburbs socialite who opened a shop to pass the time, but she wasn’t. She was one bad ass businesswoman who wanted to be more than her husband’s money. We clicked instantly, and when she invited me to join her in Europe to attend fashion weeks to get access to the most exclusive parties, this was so much better than a lowly intern somewhere. She opened so many doors for me and taught me so much. She saved me. It was bleak there for a bit until she came into my life. And for her to now invite me on this next phase of her life in Hollywood, and trust me enough to go into business with her, she’s my damn guardian angel.
I’ve been living in my apartment in West Hollywood, enjoying all its trappings for the past couple of months while I wait for my new roomie to arrive from Australia, Stacey. Thethree amigos will be back together again. Stacey was Sienna’s right-hand woman. She assisted with everything in Sienna’s life, from the business to her personal life and she was there when Beau imploded their marriage. I wish she had come with us for the tour, we could have used her, but she’s on her way now and I can’t wait for the three of us to be back together again.
Now that my personal and professional life seems to be on the right track, next is my love life which honestly feels like a disaster. Things between Chance and me are weird. We had an amazing time in Paris together even if it was in secret. Now I’ve moved to LA, he’s been popping over a lot more when he can, but at the moment, I’m feeling more like a booty call than anything else. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just I thought … in Paris we had fun, but I understand his deep-seated issues regarding his sexuality, and I don’t have time to deal with someone else’s sexuality trauma when I have enough of my own. I’m still going to fuck him, but I need to guard my heart because he’s going to break it.
“You made it.” I squeal, picking Stacey up in LAX early as she’s just arrived in from Sydney. She’s going to be my new roomie, and we are going to have the best time. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed her until this moment as I step out of the car and hug her. “Sisi couldn’t make it. The paparazzi are hounding her.” Stacey nods in understanding while I help her with her luggage. “I have a fantastic rental right in the heart of everything.” I’m unable to hide my excitement.
“As long as it has a hot shower, that’s all I’m worried about at the moment.” She chuckles. Poor thing, jetlag is a bitch, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “You’re going to love ithere.” Stacey nods and heads to the wrong side of the car, which makes us laugh. It takes a bit of getting used to driving on the wrong side of the road.
“There’s so much concrete and no trees,” Stacey says, looking out the car window.
“It’s a culture shock that’s for sure, look it’s no Sydney.”
“I’m excited to be here, but …” She stares at the tents that line the overpasses.
“I get it. There are some streets you can’t drive down, believe me, I’ve taken some wrong turns in this town, and it’s scary, but where we are living is different, it’s safe and secure. Plus, you have me to protect you,” I say, giving her a wink.
“How are things with he who shall not be named?” Stacey teases.
Stacey’s my girl, and I trust her, plus, she always has great advice, so she knows about Chance. “Still the same. Ignores me in public, sucks my dick like a pro in private.”
“Don’t understand why you are wasting your time on him?” she asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know either, but that boy has a hold on me that I can’t say no to.”
“We all get it, good dick is good dick.” She smirks.
“It is. Anyway, see that club there? It’s one of the best in West Hollywood. They have this glory hole and the guys on the other side are soul suckers. Literally had my soul sucked out my dick hole.”
“Derrick.” Stacey squeals.
“I saw the afterlife, I swear it was that good. I go there when I need a pick-me-up.” Stacey just shakes her head at me. “Do you think there’s a female equivalent of a glory hole?”
“Wouldn’t it be the same thing?” she says.
“I know you’re bendy, but how would you get your vagina in the hole?” I ask her.
Stacey’s brow furrows. “It’s too early for this shit, but I’m going to assume she just bends over.”
