“Do you not want me anymore, Daddy?”
“Nothing like that, boy. I’m just tired.”
He looked annoyed, but he got back on all fours and waggled his ass in front of Ryder. It took him less than two minutes for Zane to come, and about the same amount of time for him to get dressed and leave. They barely spoke. Zane looked irritated, and Ryder wouldn’t be surprised if he was calling one of his other fuck daddies on the ride home. The whole situation had been utterly humiliating, and he just wanted to sleep and put the day behind him.
After a restless sleep, Ryder called his doctor and made an appointment for later in the week. He was due to meet Felix in the afternoon, but first he had to see his agent. Fiona Laverton was one of the best for social media influencers, and she’d made a lot of money for both of them, so he wanted to understand what had happened when Felix had contacted her.
“Ryder. My favorite client,” she said, greeting him with air kisses.
He knew she said that to everyone, but he’d take the compliment. If you were to picture a New York woman in her forties, who had a blonde bob cut and looked like she drank testicles blended into a smoothie for breakfast, then you would see Fiona Laverton. She was an amazing woman to have on your side, but would be a nightmare if you pissed her off.
“I wanted to ask you about Felix O’Sullivan,” said Ryder.
“Should I know who that is?”
“He approached you about a project he’s doing on role models for pride month.”
“Oh, him. Yes, bit down market for you, dear. I declined on your behalf.”
“Well, I’m doing it. I’m meeting him in two hours.”
“What?”
“I’m doing the shoot. Sebastian and Mason are doing it as well. I want to ask one of my other friends and his partner, but I need to speak to them when they get back from their vacation. Do you have any other queer artists who could take part in this? I know Felix would appreciate some more names.”
Ryder had mentioned it to Mason in passing, and he’d offered to take part, which was rare. He hated the publicity side of his job, and would happily spend all day in the kitchen, but he’d offered without even being asked. Ryder must have caught him in a rare good mood. He’d textedSebastian, who’d said he would do it if they could talk when he was back, the sneaky fucker. Ryder had agreed.
“You’re not doing that shoot, Ryder,” said Fiona, her tone firm.
“Excuse me?”
“This is completely off brand for you. You can command tens of thousands for a shoot, and you’re doing this for what? A few hundred?”
“I’m not charging him.”
Fiona looked like she was about to faint. She didn’t believe in giving anything away unless there was something in it for you. It was probably why he rarely did charity work unless it was linked to Sebastian. Fiona was desperate to represent Sebastian and Mason. Neither of them had any interest in being social media influencers, but that wouldn’t deter her.
“I don’t see any harm in doing this. It’s helping another queer artist who’s just getting his start.”
“Are you fucking him?”
“Excuse me? What? How is that relevant?”
“So you are fucking him?”
“No.”But I’d like to!
“Then why? Do you know how many of these sorts of requests I get for you every day?”
“Every day? Why don’t I know about this?”
“Ryder, if I told you about every offer that landed in my inbox, I wouldn’t have time for any other clients.”
He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, she was probably keeping a lot of crap away from him, but how many people like Felix had been rejected? Ryder had this platform, and he wanted to use it for some good.
“I’ll call Mr. O’Sullivan and tell him you’ll no longer be proceeding.”
“No. I’ll be doing it.”
