"But you wanted him to," Vito smirked.
Nathan sighed. "Is he one of your professionals?"
Vito chuckled. "Willing to pay for his ass, I see." He shook his head. "He used to be, but not anymore—well, he does have that choice. He can fuck any John he wants; the business gets a cut." He leaned forward, smirking. "Do you think he's interested in you? He didn't choose to fuck you, even though the decision was his."
Nathan gave a soft chuckle and sighed as he crossed his leg. "I can tell that there's something that can grow between us. And as for him choosing not to fuck me, maybe that's because, to him, this place is a dirty prison he didn't want to sully our potential relationship with."
Vito sat back, his eyes narrowing as he thought about how he and Zindel met. "To each their own, I suppose. I fucked my Minx right on this desk..." he paused to point to where the glass of brandy Nathan had been sipping on sat. "His ass was right therewhen I rammed my cock into him for the first time. I think our relationship bloomed beautifully within these 'dirty prison-like' walls."
Nathan laughed then and nodded. "I see you took offense. I assure you, none was intended on my end. I'm simply speculating as to why Bailey turned me down since you brought it up."
Vito smirked, then waved his hand, dismissing the issue. "Fair enough."
Nathan thought about the circumstances. Did he want to fuck Bailey like a whore, or did he want to fuck him like he was the only man allowed to do it? He wanted Bailey for himself. Just the thought of another man having his way with Bailey pissed him off.
"Does he have days off?" Nathan asked.
Vito nodded. "He does, but let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Are you serious about him or just want a quick fling?"
"I haven't been serious about anyone romantically. But all I can say is that Bailey captured my attention. What that means, I don't know," Nathan said.
"From what I know of Bailey—and it's not much—do you think he can handle what you do? I mean, living this life for so long, he might not want any part of it," Vito said.
"Well, I'm not going to open with it. I just want to have a conversation with the man when he's not grinding his ass on my cock," Nathan said.
Vito laughed at that and nodded, then texted Nathan Bailey's schedule for the next three weeks.
Nathan looked at the schedule, reading the name: Bailey Whitley. He chuckled to himself.So, he was telling me the truth about his name.
"He doesn't have set off days because it's according to when he's needed for business purposes. But that's what you need. My suggestion to you would be to wait until all of this shit is over with before you pursue him. I can always resend you his updated schedule."
"I appreciate that. I want to see him, can I?"
"Stubborn, I see."
"Just determined."
Vito scoffed. "Be my guest," he said, then gestured towards the door.
Nathan found himself again waiting in the VIP room to see Bailey, and for some reason, he was nervous about this meeting. Unlike before, when he just wanted to be entertained and get his rocks off, this time he just wanted to talk. He looked up when the door opened, and Bailey sauntered in wearing leather pants so tight he could swear he saw the veins in the imprint of his cock. The leather-studded harness beautified his already perfectly toned torso and made Nathan's mouth water.
"You again, hun?" Bailey said in a seductive voice as he made his way over to Nathan. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked as he sat down on Nathan's lap and wrapped his arms around the man's neck.
"The pleasure is all mine, but I wanted to talk to you," Nathan said.
Bailey nodded. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked as he began to grind his hips to the melody of the music playing. The movement gave Nathan's cock the perfect amountof stimulation, and he found himself growing hard, groaning in pleasure.
It felt amazing having the sexy twink work him over like that, but it was also making it impossible for him to focus on the conversation he wanted to have. He grabbed Bailey's hips and lifted him up with ease, making the man yelp before placing him on the sofa beside him.
"What did I do wrong?" Bailey asked, his brows creased with concern.
Nathan shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to talk to you, and this is the only time I have at the moment."
Bailey gave him the side-eye. "Oookaay, what do you want to talk about?"
