I'll be back to pick you up at 7pm
Love
Cap
I read and reread the note several times before subtly moving the bag in front of my crotch to save poor Betty from seeing the tent I'm now pitching in my jeans.Pretty Boy.Jesus this man. Lifting my head, it becomes clear trying to hide my reaction to the note was pointless. Betty is smirking at me with a mouthful of sandwich and a knowing gleam in her eyes.
“It’s only natural, son, no need to be embarrassed,” she assures me in that sweet old lady voice, and all I can do is nod as my face reddens and the others crack up laughing around us.
After going through the aftercare one last time with Betty, I help her to her car, which, of course, has giant rainbow stickers on the back window, and wave her off. Heading back inside, I decide to eat my lunch in the break room while the others are busy with clients. Taking a bite of my sandwich, I lift out the note again.
"I'll be back to pick you up at seven P.M.." Just like that, I'm going on a date, apparently. This is typical Drew. This is the Drew I remember. This is the Drew I fell in love with. I know I should be setting boundaries with this man to distance myself and protect myself from falling back into a pattern that will leave me home alone night after night again.
I know I should be doing that, but instead, I'm sitting here with a whole conservatory of butterflies on crack in my stomach, and I realize I haven't felt this way, this nervous excitement to see Drew in a long time.
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2 years ago
RYAN
I left Drew's apartment early the morning after the hottest night of my life. Rolling out of bed and leaving had been beyond difficult. Even in his sleep, the man oozed confidence and power, and all I wanted to do was nuzzle in against his neck and lick the taste of his skin, but I had a client booked from out of state and couldn't cancel so I left my number on the note pad next to the fridge in the kitchen and left.
Just walking back through that hallway to leave had me rock-hard remembering the night before. I have no idea if I’d hear from him again. I hope like fuck I do, but with my luck, the dude is probably married, and I’ll never see him again, which would really fucking suck.
It’s almost dark outside by the time I finish wrapping up the client I’ve been working on. His Manga sleeve is dope as fuck, if I do say so myself and the dude is a champ. Seven solid hours we went at it today. Checking my phone as I wave him off, I notice I have a text, and the smile on my face could light up the whole street.
Unknown Number: Running off on me, Pretty boy? That wasn't very nice… You will have to make it up to me this weekend.
He didn't even sign his name to the text, but I know who it is, and so does my dick by the twitch it just gave. I immediately save his number.
Me: Duty calls and all, what's happening this weekend Cap?
Cap: I’ll pick you up Friday 7pm, pack a bag, you won't be back until Sunday.
Me: Is that so?
Cap: Yes, I’ll see you then Ryan.
This man is so bossy, I love it.
CHAPTER 10
RYAN
I had my last appointment of the day wrapped up and out the door before five P.M., which meant I could rush back to Nyx's place to get ready for this date. I broke down earlier and told everybody about the note and the date, and they all seemed to be on board with it, traitors. They can't even pretend to be on my side? When I tried to say as much, Nyx just rolled her eyes at me.
“Wear those black ripped jeans. You know he loves them on you,” she winked and practically pushed me out of the studio to head back to her place and get ready. For a date. With my ex-boyfriend.
After a long hot shower, longer for the fact I really needed to take the edge off. I couldn't stop thinking about that damn note and picturing how Drew would have said those words to me. The way he would have cocked an eyebrow if I had questioned him.
By the time I was painting the tile wall of the shower with my cum, I was probably more worked up about seeing him than I had been before I got into the shower.
Pulling on the ripped black jeans—Nyx told me to—I added a plain white crew neck and a red checked flannel shirt with my least scruffy Converse. Standing in front of the mirror, I pull on a cap backwards and look at myself.
"Fuck, what if he's taking me to some swanky restaurant?" I say aloud to nobody before returning to the small closet in Nyx's spare room. I start pulling out a button-down shirt that I know Drew likes, but this wouldn't match the jeans, so I start to look for slacks or something, but of course, they wouldn't match the Converse.
I'm starting to work myself into an absolute shit show when the door bursts open, and Nyx stares at me, then looks at the pile of clothes on the bed before shaking her head.
