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The alarm clock rang loudly and the sheets started to move. The button to stop was pressed and the man from the bed slowly rose. He had beads of cold sweat on his forehead from his last nightmare, and deep dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights. He hopped in the shower and let the hot water engulf him, the only help he got after mornings like these. He had to look perfect before getting out and having his first coffee, but some mornings he just didn’t want to pretend anymore. He just wished he could get out of his apartment and not be noticed by anyone, have his coffee in peace, and get on with his day. He was the manager of the marketing branch of the most famous magazine in town, Shinies, so he had a lot on his plate, but he enjoyed his job. The only thing he didn’t enjoy was the attention from the paparazzi, but with which he had to live. It didn’t matter how hard where the mornings and even the days, he had to shine at night.
When he entered a place heads would turn, he was charming, well built, and rich. Black hair, dark eyes, sharp smile, well mannered, and always with another girl on his arm. All tabloids have named him the Prince Charming of our days, but whispers said he is the bad guy’s son, the mob of the area, but no one knew for sure.
He was enjoying his night at one of the newly opened clubs with some guys when one of them said that Christian could charm a guy if he wanted to, to which everyone laughed. He smiled cheekily and answered:
“I might if he was my taste.”
Dumbfounded, one of the guys asked:
“Are you not grossed out?”
“Why would I be? I’m bi after all.”
No one expected that, and many of them looked at him in disgust, first being the girl at his arm.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Why would I?”
“You never had a guy at your arm, ever!”
“Well, maybe I haven’t found the right one yet.”
The next day every tabloid knew the ugly truth about Prince Charming. After that, he got fewer invitations to go out, not by much, but the most influential of his friends forgot he existed. He knew this would be the nobles’ reaction, and he was glad he didn’t have to pretend so much anymore. He was no Prince Charming, no prince at all, just a guy who wanted to have fun.
He was very amused when, at his birthday party, his friends challenged him to ignore every girl that hit on him but accept the guys who had the gut to give him their numbers. Challenge on.
Truth be told he didn’t want a birthday party, he didn’t like his birthdays and preferred to forget about them. The best gift he would give himself was a nice night in the company of a nice lady, you know the kind of nights where you left the hotel more tired than you came. But no, that can’t be done anymore since that nosy reporter did an article about him a few years ago and he found somewhere his birthday date, so everyone had their eyes on him since. He missed the good, old, anonymous days before.
Well, tonight wasn’t so bad though, he had a challenge, and he could ignore the ladies. From the day the article about him being bisexual got out, there were a few men that tried getting on his good side, a few smiles here, even a few flirts, but nothing more serious. He didn’t lie per se, he knew since childhood that he liked men also, but when he told his dad that he didn’t understand why he has to choose a lady from his friends’ daughters, maybe he wants to choose a gentleman from his friends’ sons, he was badly punished and learned to not say it ever again. In the end, it didn’t even matter, because a few years later he got kicked out of the house and disowned anyway because of a bigger fight.
He didn’t want to get sad, so he shook his head and got back to the present. The thing was that he had no experience at all in this domain. Usually, ladies came to him, and it was easy from there on, but men? They either had no guts to talk to him until now or hated his guts, jealous fuckers. So he was wondering how to woo a man. His musings were stopped by a pretty cute blond, a bit skinny for his tastes, that came with two glasses in his hands, offered him one, wished him a happy birthday, and before leaving, kissed him on his cheek. Christian was shocked because he didn’t see this man in his life but he dared to behave as if they were close friends, and realized that along the glass in his hand was a piece of paper with a number. Ok, first conquer of the night, check. He felt himself smiling, he could do this challenge. He just had to wait until someone more of his taste would come to his and maybe he could talk to him right? Right! So why was it a few hours later and not one of his male conquests was attracting him in any way? Was he that picky with men? He thought that it would be as easy as it was with the ladies if she had a nice smile, a big chest, and round hips, it would be enough for him. But no, he had to be picky with men it seems. The blond guy was too thin, the other didn’t smile at all and was a bit creepy because he was blinking slowly, and the third and last was a bit too chunky for him. Christian was getting bored to wait, so he got to wandering the club, trying to see if anyone catches his eye. He had almost given up, decided to just get a drink and maybe head home when he saw him. It was so cliché, eying the barista but hot damn. Freckled redhaired dude, pouty mouth, toned arms, a bit on the skinny side but not so much as to not notice him. He felt so cheap writing a hook-up message on a piece of paper, and even more cliché when he asked for sex on the beach, but from the look that he was receiving he was recognized, and he tipped him well, so he hoped that the little handwritten paper would be noticed. He bet that the man had people asking him to play all the time but he felt confident when he looked at the red-haired guy from his table and he seemed shocked and unbelieving.
Mogue got up from his bed after just a 30 minutes nap, he had to work all night at the club tonight, even though he worked all day long at the shop. He needed the money, he needed to live and to go on. He could do it without his cheating, liar, ex-boyfriend. He was not going to be used for someone’s fun anymore. He would overcome his status, he will buy back the restaurant. It was a letter of law in his head, so even if he fainted from stress, tiredness, or anything else he would go on. He washed his skinny body, he had no time for cooking for himself, and most of the nights he came home and fell asleep or fainted, dressed the bartender uniform, and went to work. He was very busy, the club was full and the drinks kept flowing freely. He had no time to check the crowd, so he was a bit shocked when The Prince Charming himself came to the bar and asked for a Sex on the beach with a naughty smile on his lips. He prepared the drink and when he got the money, with a “Keep the change.” ( more than he would make in an entire week ), his eyes got big when he realized that along the money was a little piece of paper with a number and a “Wanna have fun after you finish your shift?”. His mouth fell on the floor. Did he read that correctly? What the fuck?
He had no time for this, he was no one’s play-toy anymore, so why did this feel so tempting? Because he was asked by the pretty rich boy? He didn’t care he was rich, and he only cared a little that he was pretty, so then why? Maybe it was because of that devilish smile, or maybe the “I want to fuck you so bad” look, or even because he was instantly attracted by the large beautiful hands, with long fingers which he noticed right away. He was so conflicted. He had no time to play, but it’s been such a long time since he had a good lay, and even longer since he’s been thoroughly fucked. He had only one hour until his shift was done, so he got his phone from his back pocket and wrote a message, then smiled and looked at the table he saw charming go to. The black hair guy instantly turned his head and Mogue pretended not to see and returned to work.