CHAPTER 1 - THE PRINCESS AND THE WANNABE PRINCE...WHO’S ACTUALLY A FROG

PETERSON BROWNSTONE, NEW YORK - SUNDAY MORNING

MASTER BEDROOM

LINDSAY

The sun is shining, but my mood is dark as a stormy night, and the reason is heading towards Central Park for a jog. I look down at my peignoir set and scowl. It is French silk, a beautiful peach colour, which flatters my body...maybe that’s the problem: my body. It’s obviously not my face, for I’m a great beauty! My hair is the perfect blonde, and has just the right amount of curl and wave to frame my face, dare I say it, yes I will...perfectly!

I had put on some subtle but understated eye make-up and slicked on the lipstick he gave me in his favourite shade of red. However, he just grunted in response to my sultry good morning, ran down the stairs and was gone in less than sixty seconds!

Pulling the full length mirror to the centre of the room, I partly close the drapes and drop my gown. I run my hands over my thighs, which are soft like butter. There is a slight shimmer from the powder I buffed into them. Next I check out the muscle tone of my arms; not a wobble, same as my neck, neither jowls nor wattle. 

“Why can’t he see what I, and everyone else can?” I fume. “I’m perfect! He's perfect, what is wrong with him?!” I turn around and look at my ass, it is high and pert. “He always says I have a great ass, so why doesn’t he tap it - as they say!” 

“Hello! Miss Peterson, are you in residence?” Manning, my butler, calls up from reception. 

Scowling, I put my day robe back on. I don't want him to see what I’ve got, this is for Brian’s eyes only. “Yes! I’ll be right down. Have my coffee set up in the drawing room!”

“Yes, Miss Peterson, will Brian be joining you?!” 

I force myself to walk rather than storm out of my room, bridling at his casual formality. “No, Mr Kinney has gone for a walk. I’ll be down in about twenty minutes, make sure the coffee is piping hot, and don’t use a flask. You know how much it jars with the decor.”

“Yes, Miss Peterson. Of course, Miss Peterson.” He smiles and bows before heading to do my bidding.

Going back to my room, I grab my clothes and head to the bathroom to wash away the evidence of another failed attempt to get Brian Kinney into my bed.

FIVE MINUTES LATER 

KITCHEN

MANNING

I dab away the tears of laughter then check the time. I’ve got another forty minutes before she floats in, thinking she’s Gloria Swanson in her prime but she’s more like Norma Desmond at the height of her lunacy in Sunset Boulevard! When she came out in that waffle housecoat, I just knew she had failed again!

I’ve worked with the Peterson family for over twenty years. My servitude started in Pittsburgh with Nancy and Ronald. The latter is a decent chap, who doted on the pair of them. When Nancy’s infidelity was discovered, he was devastated, even more so than when Lindsay chose to leave with her mother and move to New York. He, a fool in my opinion, let them go with Nancy’s reputation unsullied. The reason given for the divorce was that Ronald didn’t want another child, whilst Nancy did. She got her wish five years after she left and had another girl, Lynette, who is just as bratty as Lindsay, but mercifully, she now lives in Europe with her father, following Nancy’s passing.

I’ll admit that was the only time I felt pity for Lindsay. Once Lynette arrived, she was shoved out of the spotlight. For a while, they had their precious girl; how they feted her, leaving a very resentful Lindsay to her own devices. To rub salt into the wound, at the start of her college years, they sent her back to her father so that they could concentrate solely on Lynette’s upbringing, how that stung! But the benefit of that is that she met Brian Kinney. And she’s been trying to get him ever since! 

Brian came to New York with her at the height of Nancy’s illness; he was here when she died. And at Lindsay's weeping willow insistence, he’s been here ever since.

I hear the sound of her shower, and relax a little; my mind drifting back to Brian. For a man so gorgeous, he remains single, but not for the reasons she imagines in that conceited cesspit of her imagination. He’s not ‘waiting for the right time’, he’s not ‘waiting for Kinnetic to be stronger so that he can give her the life she’s used to’; oh no, it’s plain and simple as the nose on his gorgeous face: he’s gay...he’s just not come to terms with it yet! But he will, he’s going to be too much of a Stud for that to remain suppressed for much longer! It just needs winkling out by the right person, who needs to be able to get through the Catholic guilt his parents lumbered him with!

I chuckle as I remember our brief meetup this morning. He was almost hopping into his trainers in his rush to get out. In the end, I had to help him get them on, as I could hear her calling out to him to come up upstairs, saying there’s something she needed to show him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man look so sickened. I admit, I liked him the moment I met him, a shy, quiet, and very studious young man. He always greeted me respectfully, and would make sure his things were tidied away, despite it being my job to ‘clean up after better folks than myself’ - this was the one phrase that Lynette and Lindsay agreed on. 

I take down the Digby china coffee set and prepare the solid silver tray for her coffee and croissant. She is very lucky that Nancy left her everything in her will. For all her beauty, she’s not very intelligent. She just scraped a pass in college, and that was with some help from Brian and her wiles, let’s put it that way. 

I’m startled by the phone ringing, nobody ever calls the main line. “Peterson residence, how may I help you?” I ask, then my heart sinks. “Thank you. I will tell her.” I pull out my phone and dial a number she doesn’t know I have. “Brian, you need to come back now, Ronald is dead.”

TAYLOR BROWNSTONE, PITTSBURGH - TWO DAYS LATER

KITCHEN

MICHAEL

I check the coffee, it’s almost done. I know I shouldn’t sulk too much, but I’m hurt that he wouldn’t let me come back with them yesterday, and Justin agreed. And by ‘he’, I mean his snotty agent, Sidney Bloom, and now his assistant, Emmett is here too! Ever since Ronald got in touch with them to check out Justin’s art four years ago, they’ve been thorns in my side. Sidney takes up far too much of his time, he’s always booking him in shows all over the country. I think he’s only had two shows in Pittsburgh this year, the rest have been in New York, California, Seattle, Washington - just all over. And I, his best friend, since we met in  college, have been his moral support at each one. Well not all of them, the only one I wasn’t able to make was New York, and that’s because Sidney sprung it on him at the last minute. We got to his office, and Justin was on a private plane within an hour. To this day, I don’t believe there wasn’t room for me.

“You’re here.” Sidney sighs as he comes in with Emmett. “Justin’s just getting out of the shower, and…”

“You were watching him in the shower?!” I gasp, putting my hands on my hips. “Thought you were straight, Sidney?!”

“I AM straight, and even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t mix business with pleasure. I value Justin’s friendship too much for that.” 

“Are you saying I don’t? I’m his best friend!”   

“With his 'best interests at heart', yes, yes, I know; heard it before ad nauseum. Can you set up the tray for me, please, whilst I make the call to his attorney? Seems now that they’ve finally managed to get in touch with his daughter, she’s coming tomorrow.”

“Excuse me, two things: I’m his best friend, not your butler! You want the tray set up, then do it yourself. Secondly, why are you involved with his late father’s things? I’m his best friend, and…”

“Have made no tangible input to ease his burden, other than giving him an overlong hug whilst trying not to weep and worm your way into his pants!” Emmett snaps, then starts to pour coffee. “His father has died, he’s going to be meeting his sister for the first time at a very painful juncture of their lives, what he needs is someone stable and calm, not a best friend who is batty grinding like a cat in heat on his hip every two seconds!” 

“Batty grinding?” Justin laughs as he leans against the door, I scowl at Sidney’s squeezing of Justin’s arm as he passes him to go God knows where. This is another source of annoyance, how they come and go all the time! “Where did you hear that, Ems?”

“I just made it up! A perfect description.” He snickers. “What time are we leaving?”

“Leaving? Where are we all going? Do I need to pack a bag?” I demand.

“As I know the answers to those questions, it’s best you look at me…” Emmett drawls. Again, Justin laughs. “...come now, turn yourself  away from Justin’s towel clad body, and…”

“Ems, stop it! Michael doesn’t think about me like that, we’re just best friends, bros, buddies and wingmen.” 

“Hmm. If only you two were of the same accord. However, stopping at your request.” Emmett declares, casting yet another dirty look at me. “So, in answer, as we said yesterday, we’re going to visit his mom. Then, after, we’ve got to meet up with Ted Schmidt to…”

“Who’s he?!” I gasp as more and more people invade my comforting - not batty grinding - time with Justin.

“He’s her late father’s accountant. He will be handling the estate on her behalf I should imagine.” Emmett replies, whilst handing Justin coffee. “Not that she’s invested any time with her father in all these years. Such a sweet man, oh those beasties!”

Beasties?! I think to myself, how childish is this guy?! 

“He seemed a nice chap when I spoke to him.” Sidney comes back in and drapes a dressing gown over Justin’s shoulders. “Cover up, you’ll get a chill.” 

“Thanks, Sidders. Okay, I’m starved, let’s all eat and then get this show on the road. Did you get the flowers, Michael?”

I flick Emmett a scornful look and nod. “They’re in the car, and…”

“Where in the car?” Sidney frowns, then fills a jug with water. “Tell me they’re not basking in the sunshine at the back, and that you’ve wrapped the stems in a wet flannel?”

“They’re in the trunk, where it’s cool, thank you very much.” I retort. “And no to the flannel, they’ve only just gone in and should be fine!” 

“Should is not the same as will be.” Sidney sighs. “His keys are on the side, can you get them, Ems? We have to make sure they’re perky, she always loved her blooms to be at their fullest.”

I’m about to object, but it’s too late. Emmett has gone. “I’ll do the pancakes, I know what you’re like when you’re starved, Justin.”

“Thanks, Michael, but I’ll just stick to the fruits, are they in the bag?” He gestures to my holdall and gets to it before I can. “I was relying on you, Michael. It was just two things: get the flowers and the fruits. You have to pass the fruit department to get to the comics…” He rubs his eyes. “...Sidders, can you call Ted and put us back an hour or so? I can’t meet him on an empty stomach, and...oh, Ems, you life saver!”

I grimace at both Justin’s tone and the bag in Emmett’s hand; the tubs of fruit salad taunt me. 

“I had a feeling I would need to come to your rescue foodwise. Strawberry, nectarine and figs for you, Justin. Sidney, your usual of melon, apple and kiwi; and, Michael, your apples, slathered in peanut butter and frosting. See, I remembered.” 

“Thanks for coming to my rescue, Ems…” Justin declares as he grabs his salad. “...don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes!” 

“Here to help as always!” He replies, before looking at his watch. “You’d better eat and change, we don’t want to be late for her.”

“Again, what would I do without you!” Justin kisses his cheek before rushing out.

“Don’t get too cosy with him, Ems…” Sidney smiles. “...remember, you're my assistant,  not his, I won’t lose you without a fight!” 

“Oh, you and I both know Justin. If he wants something bad enough, he will get it.” Emmett titters, but they’re the only ones laughing.

BONDERSHAFT & MILLS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW - TWO HOURS LATER

TED SCHMIDT

I watch quietly as Kelly hands over a box of tissues to the grateful godlike man, who quickly returns to Lindsey's side so that she can dry her eyes. I want to roll mine. Her performance is incredible, Oscar winning in fact. If Ronald’s coffin was here, I’m sure she would’ve thrown herself upon it! The soft clearing of a throat has me turning back to the guests already seated.

“Sorry, gentlemen, she needs a few more minutes it seems.” They all nod in understanding, well almost all of them. Michael, as usual, looks bored and resentful. When he thinks nobody is looking, he scowls at Emmett, and judging by that holdall on his lap, the reason is in there. 

“Ted, she’s ready now.” Kelly calls over her shoulder. “They’re in conference room 2.”

CONFERENCE ROOM 2 - FIVE MINUTES LATER

LINDSAY

I grasp Brian’s hand tightly whilst watching the door. I’m so glad he’s here, considering how busy he’s been at Kinnetic. “Lindsay, you’re breaking my fingers. Relax, it’s going to be fine!” 

“Sorry, honey, but it’s such a shock.” I dab my eyes. “He was so young, and…” The door opening brings in about six men, only one of whom I vaguely recognise. I turn to Desmond, my attorney. “...what’s going on?”

“I’m as in the dark as you are.” He clips out, no doubt still smarting about being ordered to attend instead of sending his junior partner. He needed to be reminded that I’m a prestigious client, that he is at my beck and call, I’m not to be looked after by underlings! “May I have the paperwork that your father’s been sending you now?” I’m about to say no when Brian hands him the document pouch. “Thanks, Brian, are we still meeting in a week?”

“Yes, thanks for doing that, but let’s discuss it afterwards. This is Lindsey's time.” Brian returns; as per usual, he’s thinking of me.

“Pardon, Desmond, what did you say?” I frown.

“Nothing at all.” He replies, concentrating on the paperwork; but I know he said something like ‘when isn’t it’, but before I can question him further, two men approach us.

“Lindsay, how are you doing? So sorry to meet you again under these circumstances. He was a great man.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. In my grief, I’ve become forgetful. You are?”

“Thomas Schmidt, your late father’s attorney; and this is my son, Theodore, or Ted as he prefers to be known. He handled the financial side of your father’s business.”

“Nice to meet you again, Lindsay, my condolences.” Ted extends his hand, which I take. 

“Thank you, both of you. And this is Brian Kinney.” 

“Nice to meet you gentlemen.” Brian exudes charm as only he can.

“Are you the attorney?” Ted asks, holding onto Brian’s hand a bit too long!

“No, that would be me.” Desmond bumps me slightly as he stands. “Desmond Lawrence, nice to meet you both.”

“Likewise, shall we take our seats?” Ted asks.

“Before we do, who are those four people? I would rather not have my father’s business discussed in front of strangers.” I declare, as I remember Thomas Schmidt from years before. I never liked him. He always treated Mother and me as if we were beneath Daddy, who quite frankly should’ve been grateful that Mother stuck it out as long as she did! 

“Lindsay, could we step out of the room for a minute? I need to…”

“Desmond! I’m having a very difficult and upsetting time right now, I don’t need to be doing your job as well!” 

“Lindsay, please calm down...” Brian tries to placate me, but Desmond has annoyed me to the nth degree over the last couple of days. “...and let’s just take a…”

“No, we will not take this outside or a break!” I snap, then take a breath. “Sorry, Brian, but I’ve just lost my father, and Desmond is being utterly unsympathetic!” I snivel.

“Unbelievable!” Desmond explodes, stunning us into silence. “You cold hearted spoilt little guttersnipe!” He shoves the document pouch back into Brian’s hands. “If you had taken two seconds to ask why I was reluctant to attend today, you would’ve found out that my daughter had just given birth to my first grandchild! And before you can do so, I quit!” He quickly gathers his things and strides towards the door. “And I’m not unsympathetic. Which one of you is Justin Taylor?!”

“That would be me.” A nervy blond man replies.

“You have my every sympathy for having that as a sister!” He declares, before slamming out of the room.

“What?! What does that mean?!” I shriek.

“It means…” Ted begins. “...that Justin is your half…”

“No! I don’t care who he says he is!” I jab my finger at him. “You listen to me! I don’t know what tales your harlot of a mother spun for you, but...”

“Don’t you ever speak of my mother that way!” Justin shouts. “Do that again, and grieving half sister or not; I will slap you so hard, your face will do a 180!”

CHAPTER 2 - THE READING OF THE RIOT ACT AND THE WILL

JUSTIN

“You had best apologise immediately, or I’ll get to slapping!” I growl as I advance.

“To hit her, you’ll have to hit me!” A man snarls.

“Fine!” I retort, and without looking, crack him across the face. “Apologise, you mouthy crapshit! Or does your dumbass knight in shabby armour get another slap?!”

“Stop it!” Is bellowed, then my head is jerked back and I’m looking into angry hazel eyes, him pulling my hair hard makes me lower my hand. “Don’t you ever call me a dumbass again, you got that?!” 

“She called my Mom a harlot. She was not a harlot!” I roar. 

“GENTLEMEN! You will stop brawling and step away from each other!” 

I can’t turn my head, but I know that voice, and my anger evaporates. 

“Uncle George!” The crapshit screeches. My ears almost start bleeding. “What is going on?!”

“Mr Kinney, kindly release my nephew. And, Justin, apologise for the slap.” Silence reigns as we glare at each other. “How about you do it together? Then we can get on with the process of reading my brother’s will.”

“Justin…” Emmett prompts. 

“My apologies, I…”

“You should be arrested, you hoodlum!” Again with shrieking. “Brian, let him go! Don’t sully yourself with the likes of him!” 

“The likes of me?!” I spit, trying to wriggle around to see her. “At least I was there for him! You abandoned him to follow your mother, who more than deserves the description of harlot than mine! At least she didn’t screw her way around the county set!”

“My mother was a saint! I bet yours went through the obituaries and thought, he seems a likely candidate!”

“It’s slapping time!” I bellow, and wrench myself out of his arms. The pain of my hair being ripped out is nothing compared to that in my heart. I don’t get more than a step before I’m hauled over to the other side of the room and pinned to the wall. “Let go of me!” I scream. “I’m going to…”

“Calm down.” He orders before looking over his shoulder. “Both of you. Lindsay, you will apologise for what you said.”

“I will not!” She snaps. 

“Yes you will!” Uncle George declares. “Or you will be thrown out of here, and can read what you receive via email when you get back to New York!” The seconds tick by, all the time, ‘Mr Kinney’ has not looked back at me or moved. “Thomas, please arrange for the car to be brought around for her, she’s…”

“I am sorry, but you’ve got to understand…”

“No! He was my father too!” I shout. “And you don’t fucking mean it. Anyone who follows up a statement like that with ‘but’ negates what they’ve just said! And…”

“When did she die?” His gentle voice makes me start to sob. “Fairly recent, huh?” I just nod into his chest as he eases his grip. “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.” He soothes.

“It was a couple of months ago.” Emmett’s voice is close as he rubs my arm. “Let me get him cleaned up, we’ll be...”

“Take as long as you need.” Uncle George tells him.

“Come on, Baby…” I hear a snort from the vicinity of my sister. “...I’m not afraid to slap you either, madam!” Her indignant gasps has me squeezing his hand in thanks. “We won’t be too long.”

BRIAN

My cheek is still throbbing, however, my eye has stopped watering. He packs a powerful slap. Despite what just happened, his outrage reminds me of my new assistant, Daphne. This makes me smile. 

“Brian? Are you listening?!” Lindsay demands tearfully; I turn to face her, surprised that we are alone. “Care to explain why you defended him, instead of me, your best friend?!”

“Where’d everyone go?” I ask.

“Going to give succor to the baseborn creature, no doubt!” She snipes. “Well, why did you, and what is that in your hand?!”

“You insulted his mother, who you don’t know. And since George is here, your accusation is seemingly baseless and hair.”

 “Exactly, seemingly! My father was a rich man, and…”

“You don’t know his late mother, and…”

“For goodness sake, get rid of that!” She jabs at the hair then takes her sarna vritti breaths, which she got from the one yoga class she attended before she got bored. “Let’s not fight with each other. Are you alright?” She approaches with a bin, putting it at my feet. “For the hair.”

“It’s the same colour as yours...no, actually it’s lighter.”

“Mine is natural!” She seethes. I decide now is not the time to say that I know that’s not true after she tried to get Daphne to book her hair appointment on her first day in the office. She sent her off, saying she ‘doesn’t work for her and until such time as the edict that she is her personal lackey is written in the blood of her ancestors by her bossman, she sorts her own shit out’. “Will you please throw it away, it looks creepy and dirty!” She rattles the bin at me for emphasis.

It may be her grating tone or her previous vile behaviour, but instead I take out my handkerchief and carefully put the hair inside. Her jaw drops, but before she can say anything the door opens, bringing in George.

“We’re ready now.” He advises as he takes a seat, followed by everyone else. “I’ve asked Kelly to bring in some brandy and whisky, I think it will be needed.”

I hold out Lindsay's chair for her, and she sinks slowly into it. The room falls silent as papers are sorted out, and the screen at the end of the room is switched on. She immediately starts to weep when Ronald appears. I go to hand her my other handkerchief, but she waves it away with a sour expression and a dirty look. 

“I’m sorry it has come to this.” Ronald begins. “I wanted you to meet before I died. I have to admit that I was surprised when your Mother approached me, especially since I had a vasectomy after Nancy left...”

“Vasectomy!” Lindsay crows turning to George, who pauses the video. “There’s the proof! With his own words he…”

“For fuck sake, can that trap of yours! Justin is Ronald’s son!” Ted snarls. “Now listen to what your late father and my dear friend has to say! George, hit play!” 

“...and I was convinced that she was lying, but I couldn’t take the chance that she wasn’t and agreed to the donation. So, as well as having my kidney, you have my heart, son. Lindsay, I know this is going to come as a shock, but I’ve been trying to tell you this for years. However, as is your want, you never answered my many attempts to contact you. I’m hurt and saddened that it has taken my death to get you here.” I’m not the only one unimpressed by this development. “So, to turn to the reason you’ve finally pitched up, as Emmett would say…”

“Can you pause it, please?” Ted asks. “I’ve just realised that we’ve not introduced the other members of Justin’s entourage…I would caution against a comment, Lindsay!” Her mouth resets itself to pinched with impotent fury, much to my amusement. “The gentleman in the burgundy suit is Emmett, the distinguished one is his boss, Sidney Bloom, and the extra one is Michael, he’s Justin’s friend.” The look on Michael’s face matches Lindsay, wonder what’s going on there? George’s smile makes me roll my lips in, because they look like tantruming twins! “Please continue. I don’t think there’s much left, it’s just the bequests, correct?”

“Yes, he thought it was best to go with a swift and to the point approach.” George replies before looking coldly at Lindsay. “Before you ask, Ted knows because he was there during most of the recording.”

“I see.” Is her terse response.

“Oh, you will.” He retorts as he restarts the video.

“So, I shall be brief. I have three bequests. The first one is to Brian Kinney. I’ve also taken the liberty of having this sent to you, although I suspect you are present, to be the stalwart in the face of her distress of my demise. I leave you $1 million dollars. I shall give you a moment to get over your shock.” I can feel my jaw swinging. “To explain, you have been a lifeline for Lindsay, and I know that you would not accept the money whilst I was alive. Now you can’t deny me in death. And there is a clause to this, you can’t plough it into Kinnetic. You have to spend it on yourself. Note yourself, nobody else. Ted will help you with that, by which I mean he will require receipts, etc, and anything that he deems business or not-for-you he will send you an amount to cover it, so that you spend it on yourself as requested!”  His adjustment of his tie brings tears to my eyes, it was something I always remember about him. “Now I come to you, Lindsay. As promised, I leave you the shares in the business. Like Brian, you will have to work with Ted. He knows the business inside and out, so look to him to ensure that it continues to run profitably and smoothly. As for a cash settlement, I leave to you in death what you gave me in life: Nothing. Not a damn cent. The rest of my estate, the remaining and controlling shares in the business, I leave to my son, Justin Taylor.”

LINDSAY

I stare at the black screen, the only sound is the whir of the doors closing to hide it. I blink a few times, then shake my head. I must have misheard. “Pardon.” I croak slowly turning to Uncle George. “He’s left me…”

“The shares in the business, which were your birthright. And that’s it.” 

“He, that costermonger, gets everything?!” 

“Coster...Lindsay that is enough!” Uncle George shouts. “Get out! Brian, take her back to the hotel whilst she has an inheritance to be ungrateful for! I mean it, if she’s not out in the next ten seconds, I…”

“Nobody is going anywhere!” Thomas bellows. “Katy! Now would be good!” He barks into the intercom. 

“I was coming, there's no need to shout!” Katy states as she comes through the door. “Who gets it first?”

“Justin.” Thomas orders. “Then Lindsay. Would you like a drink, Mr Kinney?”

“Uh, yes, um call me Brian, please.”

“What can I pour for you, Brian” Katy is almost in his lap. I glower at her, but she doesn’t notice, nor do I appreciate her ass in my face! “I believe that you prefer Beam? You and Justin have that in common; so Ronald got you both the entire Hakushu range from Suntory. This, however, is the Jim Beam Black Extra Aged.”  

“And I believe we were to be served first!” I snipe, jabbing her hip. She over exaggerates the effect of this, and, judging by Ted reaching for a handkerchief, spills the drink. “Now look what you’ve done!” 

“That was your fault!” Ted scurries to assist in the clean up. “Emmett, can you get Brian to the bathroom? That is silk, it is going to stain.”

“Come with me, handsome.” Emmett is by his side in a flash and manhandling him out of his seat. “We won’t be long!”

BATHROOM  - A MINUTE LATER

EMMETT

He’s just standing there letting me undo his tie. He’s in shock. “I wish it could’ve been under better circumstances.” 

“Huh?” At least he’s speaking..and now he’s blinking. “Oh, oh yes, nice to meet you. I...um, why?”

“Ronald had his reasons for doing everything.” I explain as I examine the tie, then start to sponge it down. “He…”

“Gave him a kidney when?” He asks.

“When he was thirteen, he’s twenty seven now.”

“Fourteen years? He's known about him for this long? What happened? Why did he need it?”

“Hereditary condition from his mother’s side. Born with one kidney, it’s called…”

“Renal agenesis, it started to fail, I take it?”

“Yes and yes. Beautiful and smart. I know, time and place…” I smile in the face of his incredulity. “...but I speak as I find.” 

“Well thank you.” He blushes adorably. “I think it’s fine now.” He reaches for his tie, but I pull it back. “What?”

“I heard her shriek. Did you throw it?” My heart skips his beat as he breaks into a grin; reaching into his pocket he hands me his handkerchief. “Thought not. Nobody with hair like yours would do that.”

“We should get back.” He declares. “I need my tie for that.”

“You don’t, but it affords me a dressing opportunity that I would like to take.” I chuckle and put his tie back on.

“I’m...I’m not gay.”

“Okay. A pity, but okay.” I smile and he heads back to the conference room. 

CONFERENCE ROOM - A MINUTE LATER

MICHAEL

“Where are we now?” Emmett asks as he takes his seat.

“They’ve just been explaining the inheritance.” I tell him excitedly. “Justin’s a millionaire many times over, and…”

“Not yet he’s not! I shall take him to every court in the land until…”

“Have fun wasting your time. You know your father and his thoroughness.” Thomas declares, and I can’t help my delight, I can’t believe I’m going to marry a millionaire and a hot one at that! “And then there’s the other clause relating to Justin.”

“What’s that?” Emmett pours himself, Justin and Sidney another drink, but not me. I scowl and help myself...once he finishes reading the label and taking a picture! “Oh, this is sexy sliding down!” 

“Emmett!” Ted laughs. I do wish he, like Sidney, would stop encouraging his behaviour. “But to answer your question. Justin has to remain single for the next five years.”

What is this crap now?!! 

“Why?!” Justin gasps. “Not that I’ve got a problem with it, but it seems a strange clause to put in.”

Not that he has a problem with it?!!

“He never gave his reasons.” Ted replies, then looks at his watch. “Look, it’s been a long day, why don’t we reconvene this tomorrow?”

“What for? Will his betrayal and my consequent destitution change overnight?!” Lindsay cries as she snatches up her bag. “Brian! Take me away from here!” She doesn’t even wait for him as she storms out.

“As you can imagine, she’s very distressed. What time would be best to meet up tomorrow, Thomas?” Brian asks as he stands, gathering what she left behind. 

“Say around 1100, do you think she would be more rational and able to listen to the rest by then.”

“No.” He and Justin say at the same time, then they both laugh.

“And after such short interaction too!” Brian snickers, then sighs. “Well, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”  He pauses at the door. “Actually, are there any good bars around here? There’s times I just need…”

“Say no more!” Ted exclaims. “Give me your details and I’ll text you. I know just the place.” I roll my eyes at his enthusiasm, as if a man looking like Brian would want to associate with him; but to my surprise, he hands him his card. “I’ll text you in a couple of hours. Do you have anything other than your suit?”

“What’s wrong with my suit?” He looks down at himself, whilst I think Ted is being rude considering the garb he normally wears.

“Nothing at all. Where we’re meeting, a suit will stand out a bit.” Ted replies; whilst Brian nods in agreement. “Jeans perhaps?”

“Yeah, that I have. Later.” He waves as he closes the door.

EMMETT

“Tedmeister what are you up to?”

“Nothing, Ems, nothing at all.” He smiles. 

“So we’re done here for now?” Justin asks, rubbing his forehead.

“That’s it, with me, you’re one tired Baby aren’t you? Let’s get you back to the hotel for a nap.”

“Emmett, he’s not a child, he can nap when he wants, not when you order it!” Michael fumes, I almost swallow my tongue trying to not use it as a lash across his face. 

“Actually, he’s right. I'm tired and it’s been very traumatic and shocking for me. I’m being guided by Ems.” I hide my smirk as once again, I’ve bested the no mark idiot, then I remember something. Taking out Brian’s handkerchief I give it to Justin. “What’s this?”

“Your hair.” I laugh. “He thought you might want to get it reattached.” Justin giggles as he puts it in his pocket. “Come on, you, let’s get me into bed!”

“Oh, don’t tempt me. Mind you, I’d like a go at that man, but he’s not...”

“He is gay, Emmett. On this I’m never wrong!” Michael crows. “He’s just not interested in you!” 

And the tongue is about to be unleashed! “Realised is what I was going to say Michael, you’d do well not to interrupt me in the future, you twallock.”

“Twallock? You’re on form today,  Ems!” Sidney beams. “But why a twallock?”

“He acts like a twat and has a face like a bollock; ergo twallock.”

“Michael, please don’t cause a scene now, let’s do it in the car.” Justin orders before walking out, it’s when I see his grin that I know I’m not in any trouble. We follow him out in silence, well as silent as a steaming Michael can be!

THREE MINUTES LATER

GEORGE

I turn to Ted who is twirling the card in his hand. “What happens next?”

“Vic and Debs.” Ted grins. “Oh, and I think Ben and Drew. Ronald did like Drew for Ems.”

I shake my head and chuckle. “Who’d have thought he would be the Yenta of the Gay World!”

“Indeed. Michael is not going to be happy!” Thomas laughs as he tops up our glasses.

“Tough shit, there’s no way that twallock is marrying my nephew!” I take a deep sip. “And she’s not marrying Brian either!”

CHAPTER 3 - A GLIMPSE OF HER DARKNESS AND HIS FIGHT

INSIDE THE CAR - FIVE MINUTES LATER

LINDSAY

I drum my fingers on my handbag. Where is he?! I lean forward to rap on the partition, he takes his time. “I’d like to go now!” The driver gives a curt nod and starts the engine. I put my head back and think about what has just happened. Answers need to be gotten and gotten quickly! When my phone rings I send Brian to voicemail. I’ve got more important things to do. He’ll call back in a minute, he always does. When I look back again, he's on the curb pocketing his phone, so I wait for his voicemail. “Can you pull over immediately? You need to pick up my friend.”

“I can’t pull over for the next couple of blocks, ma’am. I’ll get a ticket, which I will have to pay for.”

“Then you’d better hope he’s quick!” I retort. “Keep it open!” I snap at his attempt to close the partition. I recheck my phone then decide to refresh my lipstick and wait for his voicemail; I am still waiting 5 minutes later and now he’s nowhere to be seen. 

“Ma’am, I need to move as there’s a traffic warden…”

“You’ll just have to find some charm and talk yourself out of it then, won’t you?!” I declare, and start to text Brian.

BRIAN

Oh, she’s pissed me off! But as soon as I think that, my rammed down my throat Catholicism puts the fire out. I knew she would flounce off, but she could’ve waited. This is not my fault, and I have no sympathy for her either. The badgering about the bequest will begin. Although I’m not sure why Ronald left it, I’m grateful, just like I’m grateful for all he did for me. His help in setting up Kinnetic, especially the internship in his real estate company, was invaluable. Lindsay, of course, demanded that I be paid for it, which I was but in return I made him a minority shareholder. She doesn’t know about that; she would see it as a betrayal.

I look for a cab, then realise I don’t know where we are staying. They made all the arrangements; I search for Ted’s card but can’t find it, so head back to reception. The lift isn't long, it opens to reveal Justin and friends.

“Whatever you forgot, can I help you find it?” Emmett smiles.

“I need the name of the hotel.” I laugh. “Lindsay went without me.” 

“Of course she did.” I turn to see Ted coming down the stairs; he has a tie. “You forgot this.” He hands it to Justin, who takes it tearfully. “And you forgot this.” He hands me his card. ”You're in the hotel opposite them, why not share their car?” 

“That’s a delightful idea.” Emmett purrs. Yep, that is definitely purring, which I find amusing as opposed to discomfiting. He knows I’m not gay, so it doesn't bother me. Not sure why it seems to annoy Michael though.

I’m about to agree when my phone beeps. “Lindsay, she’s just up the road, doesn’t say where though.” 

“Let our driver find out where.” Sidney suggests. “We can at least drop you there, can’t we?”

“Um, yeah, I’ll just let her know that.” 

“Good. Good. Now, Ted, is the car in the garage still?” He asks and Ted nods. “Then come along, you can text her on the way. I feel for your sake, the quicker we get to your damsel in distress, the better.”

TED

I chuckle as they head downstairs. Not sure what Sidney is up to, but he’s been in this building so many times and he knows that sending a text won’t work, it is one of the many perks of this place! When I get back to the conference room, George is howling with laughter, but says that he’ll let Brian tell me all about it!

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

LINDSAY

I can’t believe he’s not replied! He knows how upset I am, that I need to rest, where the fuck is he?! 

“Ma’am, I’ve just heard from the other driver, they’re two minutes away.” 

“Why would that be of interest to me?” I snipe.

“Because he has the gentlemen you came with in his vehicle.” Before I can say anything, the window is knocked on by the traffic cop he managed to talk around earlier. “Just two minutes. The person is coming, I swear.”

“Sorry, buddy, times up.” The meter maid takes out his leather bound ticket pad and starts his write up. I’m delighted as I find this driver most surly! 

“He’s here now!” The driver exclaims; , sure enough, Brian is getting out of a car. “Sir, if you could hurry, I would really appreciate it!”

“You’re not getting a ticket, are you?” Brian asks; the driver nods. “Can you let him off? It’s not his fault.” He asks and I hope his charm will not prevail. My wish is granted when he shakes his head. “In that case, give it to me, I’ll pay it.”

“Sir, that’s very kind of you, but…”

“I insist.” Brian takes out his card. “Let’s get this settled now, please.”

Five minutes later, he’s by my side, as he should be, I close the partition on the over-effusive thanking driver. “I think you’ve made his day. The same can’t be said for me.” I turn to the window and sniff.

“What did I do wrong?” He sighs. “And can you tell me in the hotel? What’s it called, by the way?”

“Why do you need to know that? We’re going to be…” Him lowering the partition astonishes me. 

“Hi, can you tell me where we’re going, please?”

“Sure, Mr Kin…”

“Brian, please, and you are?”

“Vic. Vic Grassi. And you’re staying at the Etage Executive Living.”

“Thanks, Vic, appreciate it.” He closes the partition, then takes out his phone. He must have felt my furious stare as he turns to face me. “I need to let Daphne know...”

“You’re thinking of work at this moment?!” I gasp.

“I’d already told you that there are papers that she needs me to sign. You were fine with…”

“That was then, surely they can wait?! I need you to…”

“Lindsay.” He starts to sound petulant. “Let me get this sorted out, then you can have my undivided attention, okay?”

“Fine, you have five minutes.” I retort as I dab my eyes.

“It will take longer than that. I’ve got to…”

“Your multi-million dollar business can wait a day!” I snap. “Why are you being so unfeeling? I see my treacherous father’s money has already changed you!” 

His grip on his phone tightens. “Don’t ever say anything like that about Ronald or me again. I understand that you’re shocked and upset, but never again. Is that understood?” 

“Brian, I…”

“Yes or no?” He demands.

“Yes, but…”

“So your real answer is no.” He opens the partition. “How long till we get there, Vic?”

“About ten minutes, Brian. Want me to call ahead for anything? We use this hotel a lot.”

“No, um, actually yeah, I need an office to work in. Could that be arranged? I’ll pay, obviously.”

BRIAN

I feel as well as hear her gasp of outrage; but that’s nothing compared to mine. I’m so furious that my guilt gets kicked in the balls and hobbles away. 

“Leave it with me, Brian.”

“Thanks, Vic.” I smile, following a swift count to ten, I turn to Lindsay. “All of this could’ve been avoided if you had just waited.” She goes to speak. “Please listen. I get that you’re upset, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me or Vic.”

“Vic? What does he have to do with any of this?!” 

“The ticket.” I wave it at her, she snatches it from me, I think she’s going to screw it up but she’s looking incredulous. “What’s the problem? It’s the standard cost for parking near a hydrant.” She moves it out of reach. “Fine, keep it.” I retort and run my hand through my hair instead,

“I won’t, but you can. Perhaps maybe call that happy number on it!” 

“Now what are you talking…” She shoves it in my face and sure enough, there’s a phone number and a smiley face. “Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t even notice!”

“You didn’t notice someone writing down their number, or the way he looked at you?!” 

“How he looked at me, how was that?” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

“Like he wanted to get into your pants!” 

You’d recognise that look all too well, since you throw it my way so much, I’m beginning to call you Pippen Peterson in my head; is what I want to say but don’t. “Lindsay, can we…”

“We’re here!” Vic calls out. We’re both surprised, not that we’ve arrived, but that the partition is still down, so he heard everything. She goes white as a sheet before storming into the hotel. We sit in silence for a few minutes. “I’ll give you a moment to, um, decompress as I believe they say up in the Big Apple…” I chuckle and nod. “...I’ll take in your cases then get the keycard for the office for you.”

“Thanks, Vic, but leave the cases, I can’t have you taking all of those.” I roll my eyes. “We’re only here for three days, although I suspect we’ll be going earlier. She didn't need to pack that much.”

“Ah, who knows the working of the feeble, I mean female mind, Brian.” Vic grins. “And besides, we have bellhops in Pittsburgh, so I wasn’t going to carry them. Although I will be splitting any tips you feel the need to give!” I return his cheery salute as he gets out.

I rub my temples, dreading having to face Lindsay from this point on. How I wish that the drinks with Ted were sooner rather than later; then I have an idea, a most excellent idea. I feel my spirits lift as I wait for the call to connect.

“Hey, Brian, how are you doing? Everything okay? Give me a few minutes to get back to my desk, I was taking advantage of your absence to leave early!” She laughs.

“Daphne Chanders, I’m disgusted, I thought I could trust you!” I tease, she laughs harder, then curses when she drops something. “Such language! When you get back to said desk, gather those papers and anything else you think I might need to look at, and book yourself a ticket to Pittsburgh tonight.”

“Tonight? Why? I thought you were coming back on Monday?”

“Plans have changed. There’s been major disruption in Lindsey's life; I can’t face her alone. Have pity.”

“Oh, alright, suppose I can come and assist. Premium economy; where am I staying?”

“Yes, to premium and Etage Executive Living, you'd fit right in, very sharp and slick.” As I take in the elegance of the entrance, I see Lindsay waiting by the inner door, her face mottled and her foot tapping. “Oh crap.” I mutter, then clear my throat. “So…”

“No so...judging by that ‘oh crap’, some of it has hit the fan. Booking the next economy flight out…”

“Daph, it…”

“It’s serious, I’m doing that.” She asserts, before hanging up.

“Thank you.” I whisper.

VIC

Wow! Just wow, what a noxious chit, or should that be shit, that person - for she ain’t a lady - is! I feel so sorry for him having to deal with her for the rest of the night. As I signal the bellhop, an idea occurs to me. I wait for the cases to be wheeled in, therefore blocking her view of the car.

I take her seat and smile. “My turn to do a kindness. I’ve got some admin skills. Ronald, God rest his soul, wasn’t the greatest with technology, so I would type most of his letters. Anything you need doing whilst you’re waiting for your assistant?” He frowns. “I wasn't trying to listen in, I assume your need for her to be here tonight means something needs doing? Also, I make an excellent cup of coffee, and have been known to throw in a brandy or two as well.”

He looks like he wants to cry with relief. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“If I did, I wouldn't offer. Give me your briefcase and phone, let’s make haste.” His face falls. “Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

I get out, then open his door, I hear the swallow as he exits. She is already marching towards us. “Excuse me, Ms Peterson, but Brian needs to take a call from Mr Schickel about…”

“Well, Uncle George is going to have to wait, I take precedence here!”

“He wanted to talk to you, Lindsay, but knew how upset you would be, so he thought it would be best if we spoke and I relayed the message after you’ve had a rest.” Brian tells her.

“Finally, you’re thinking of me.” She bitches. Oh, how I want to give her a good spanking. “I’ll be in the...wait, where are you going with him?”

“George said he might be sending some papers for you to read and sign. Vic is going to take them back with him.” I almost fist pump at his quick thinking. “Why don’t you grab a drink in the bar? Vic can tell you how long we will be, that way you can either wait or go to your room for that much needed rest.” 

She rubs her temple, before adopting a forlorn and weary look. “Alright, Bri, I'll do that.” She kisses his cheek. “Sorry I was a bit cross with you earlier. I’ll make it up to you.” She strokes his arm as she steps back. “I expect to hear from you in the next ten minutes!” She raps out and stalks to the bar.

We head to the lift in silence; there’s a couple of people in there so the silence continues. It’s when we get to the office and the door closes that he relaxes. “Thank you so much, you can go back now.”

“Oh no I can’t. I’ve got to go and see her in ten minutes, remember? So you’re stuck with me because I’m the buffer, the longer I stay, the better.” I point out as I start to make some coffee.

“Good thinking.”

“So what did you do?” I regard him. “You seem like a black and strong guy.”

“Bl...what? Oh, coffee! Yes, please. As for do, called her out on her behaviour and not pandered to her demands, for once.” He loosens his tie and drapes it carefully over the chair. “Although this is kind of pandering, I guess.” 

“No, this is saving your hide from the savage beast.” I return, handing him the coffee, then sit opposite him with mine. “Although, you must have done some serious shit in either your past life or in your childhood to be punished with her!” We both laugh. “But you have a couple of positives coming out of this from what I hear.”

“Which are?”

“Well one is me and the other is Emmett. It seems you have a bit of a fan.” 

“Ah, yes, he looks like a cool guy, wouldn’t mind hanging out with him. He does know how to tie one on...”

“I’ve heard that!” I grin.

“I was talking about my actual tie, but if he can drink like that, then a meet up is definitely in order. Shame I don’t have his number.”

“You don’t, but I know a man that does.” I smile at his frown. “As I said earlier, leave it with me.”

CHAPTER 4 - TRAPPING THE SPIDER TO FREE THE FLY

RECEPTION 

VIC

“Okay, Ted, that’s great. What time shall I drop him off and where?” My eyebrows shoot up and I snort. “I take it this was Emmett’s idea? Thought it might be! I’ll make sure he’s looking good and smelling gorgeous, but just a shade late. See you, Ted.”

I crick my neck, then head to reception; her ladyship can wait for a few minutes, this needs to be addressed first. I find Darryl, my favourite concierge, and ask him to get a selection of clothing and toiletries. There’s no way that I’m letting Brian out of my sight. By the time I’ve finished, that little lamb will see the merits of staying with this particular wolf!

I head towards the bar and watch her for a minute; she knocks back the rest of her drink then signals for another. Judging by the grip on her purse and checking of her watch, she’s working herself into a princess pique of pissiness, which will give her an ulcer if she doesn’t wind her neck back. When I expressed surprise that he would think such a thing of his best friend, he looked rueful before admitting that he didn’t say that. Having only dealt with her for two hours, it was Daphne who came up with it. A result of which meant she got a bonus for both making him roar with laughter and for the client signing on the spot when he overheard them. 

She's up as soon as she sees me, so I plaster on a smile. “You’re late!” She snarls after draining her glass. “I said ten minutes.” I straighten my tie. “Well?!”

“Brian is still talking to George and Ted. He’s going to be at least another 45 minutes, and…”

“That is not the ‘well’ I meant. “Where is my apology for keeping me waiting!” 

About to be shoved up your nostril or rammed through your shop bought teeth! Is what I want to say but I want Brian to be going out, not dealing with the mitherings of this father-fucking-over broad. 

“I lament my lateness, but circumstances conspired against me wishing to make you happy.” 

“Which were what, and where is Brian exactly? I want to deal with the metaphorical organ grinder, not his monkey!”

Organ grinder?! I almost break my jaw biting back my retort. “As I said, he’s looking after your best interests, and…”

“As he should as my best friend! I will find out myself!” She seethes over her shoulder as she stalks to reception. I hang back a bit and watch as she stiffens every second she is kept waiting; after two minutes, it’s a wonder she can move! “I want the room number of Brian Kinney, I’m going to wait in there for him!” 

“Is he a guest here?” Marlo asks. I am going to enjoy this!

“Of course he is or I wouldn’t be asking! Do I look like the kind of person that randomly asks for people’s rooms?!”

“Ma’am, as we’re a discrete hotel and subscribe to the mantra ‘no hawkers nor hookers’...” I have to turn away as she goes puce. “...unless you are a guest here, no information will be given.”

“Get me the manager!” She demands. Sadly, reception is almost deserted, but those who are about are now watching closely. I would prefer that she had a bigger audience for this. 

“I am the manager. Are you a guest?” Marlo asks, beckoning Willow, the security guard closer. Whatever Lindsay was going to say does not come out, for Willow is not the weeping kind! “I think this person needs to be escorted from the building, she is…”

“Marlo, my dear!” I stride up to them. As much as I’m having fun, I do need her to remain a guest! “This lady is registered here under the Peterson account.” 

“Vic, darling, how lovely to see you. You can vouch for her?” 

“Absolutely. Now…”

“The room details for Brian Kinney!” She snaps, but with markedly less heat; Willow coughs and Marlo waits. “Please.”

“Of course, ma’am, I just need your name and room number; then I’ll contact Mr Kinney to get his permission to give you his room number.” 

“I can furnish you with those, Marlo.” I hand over my tablet; Lindsay starts to drum her nails on the desk, this is something that Marlo detests. “Is all in order?”

“Absolutely. Thank you, Vic. Now, ma’am, if you can let me know where you will be so that someone can escort you to Mr Kinney’s room…”

“He’s not on the same floor as me?”

“As I said before, ma’am, this hotel’s reputation is built on it’s discretion, so I can’t answer that. Please advise where you will be?” Marlo puts her swipe card down, which stops the tapping. She is warring so hard with herself before the smile which blooms across Marlo’s face says she’s won that round! 

“I will be in my room. I’ve had a very trying day and need some rest, but before I go, does this protocol apply to the office suites?”

MARLO

I pretend to be checking something to give Vic time to get to the elevator. “I’m sorry, ma’am, what did you ask?”

“The office suites, does the same ‘room rule’ apply?” 

“Yes. Darryl…”

“In that case, Vic, could…oh he’s gone. When did he go?!” 

“I don’t know. Darryl will take you to your room, ma’am.” Darryl is smiling brightly by her side; I catch the moment she assesses him and decides he’s an easy mark - I look forward to hearing from him how that went!

ELEVATOR - FIVE MINUTES LATER

LINDSAY

I wait for the person to leave, then start to sniff. He doesn’t seem to notice. I sniff harder. Still nothing. “Excuse me, do you have a tissue?” I weep.

“Oh dear, I’ve got a handkerchief.” He hands it to me, I wipe my eyes and wait. Nothing, he says nothing, just keeps facing forward! 

“Thank you. Would you like it back?”

“No thank you, I’ve got plenty.” He replies, to my mind, coldly; this is not how you treat a damsel in distress. “This is your floor.” When we step into the corridor, I gasp, I hadn’t fully taken in the ambiance of this place, the chandeliers twinkle and the carpet is cashmere. “It is a beautiful place, isn’t it? Your suite is 666…” He swings the door open, again I’m gasping, this is breathtaking. “...is there anything else?”

I smile at him. “Yes, I wonder if you could grant me one thing…” I brim with tears again, allowing one to roll down my cheek. “...could you take me to Brian Kinney's room? I know it’s against protocol, but my father’s just died, and…”

He puts his hand on my arm and gives it a squeeze. “I understand totally.” 

“I will give you a nice big tip.” I smile through my tear. “What should we settle on?” I sniff, feeling smug about besting that mean-spirited wretch on reception.

“I can name my own tip?!” He smiles and I nod. “In that case $2766.47 please.”

“Two thou...what do you mean?!” 

“Well, that’s my wage per month, which I will lose if I take you to his room.” I wrench my arm away. “I take it you no longer require that walk?” 

“No thank you! Go be useless elsewhere!” 

“With pleasure!” He clicks his heels and leaves.

I storm over to the desk and slam down my purse. “Calm yourself, Lindsay, simply call Brian and tell him to let you know where he is. He knows what side his bread is buttered, especially the bread in New York!” I look around the room, nodding at its palatialness. “But first, a drink to toast my father’s memory!”

Ten minutes later, I check my watch. The 45 minutes are up, and I've calmed myself down in the interim by unpacking. “The first thing we shall be doing tomorrow is going shopping, he can treat me to something.” I decide and reach for my purse. “That’s odd.” I frown, rummaging again before tipping it out. “Where’s my phone?” I check my jacket and coat, it’s not there. “Where the hell is it?!” I fume before dialling reception. “Yes, this is Lindsay Peterson of Suite 666. My phone is missing. It's a silver Bang & Olufsen Serene, it cost a lot of money. Which this hotel will be replacing if…” I’m relieved but disappointed when the receptionist says it has been handed in, as it was due an upgrade. “Have someone bring it to my room immediately! Why can’t they?! Oh, this is ridiculous!” I slam the phone down then scream into the cushion. 

This ‘palace’ has been so fucking frustrating! It's all well and good my phone being found, but the wretch is the only one with a key to the safety deposit box and she’s gone home for the rest of the day. And of course I don’t know Brian’s number by heart! When he and I catch up there will be hell to pay, starting with a new phone!

BRIAN’S OFFICE SUITE - 90 MINUTES LATER

VIC

He looks unsure, but I’m determined to get him out wearing that! When I told him about Lindsey's histrionics, he was more than happy to remain here. Naturally, he thought my suggestion that I locate him some fancy duds was a good one, but now he has them on, he’s looking like a foal taking his first steps.

“You don’t think these are too much?” He closes the top button for the third time!

“No, or I wouldn’t have gotten them. I will cut that button off if you do it up again.” He chuckles as he undoes it. “And the next one, it’s going to be warm in there.” I smile, whilst thinking; you’re the guy who’s going to heat them up looking like that. 

“Okay, I’ll be guided by you.” He appraises his reflection once more, then untucks the shirt and rolls up the sleeves. “I think that looks better.”

“Oh, I know it does.” I mutter. “Shall we? It will take us about forty minutes to get there, Emmett will meet you outside.”

“Oh great, um, where are we going?” He follows me out and I am so glad that Darryl got those jeans; they fit him perfectly. “Vic?”

“Woody’s.” I smile leading him down to the car. Ten minutes later, he’s chuckling in the seat next to me. “A gay bar?”

“Is that a problem for you?” 

“No, of course not. Be interesting to compare them to the ones in New York.” I almost slam on the brakes, I’m so surprised. He grins then checks his reflection in the side view mirror. “I have a local bar I go to when, I must admit, I’m hiding from Lindsay. Sometimes she's just too much to deal with. Although it’s near my office, she’d never think to look there.”

I chuckle. “Want to put some music on?”

“Yeah.” He reaches for the radio and selects a station, two minutes later, we’re both singing along to Todrick Hall’s I Like Boys.

Go there to hide my ass!

OLIVE OR TWIST BAR, THREE HOURS  LATER

DAPHNE

I make my way back to my seat and put the martini down, next to his craft beer. He beams,, pops an olive in his mouth before hugging me again. “I’ve just about got my hearing back now; still not controlled that volume, have you?!”

“Nope!” I grin as I take him in; he is looking tired, but otherwise alright. “So, my darling Justin, tell me everything that’s been happening since we last saw each other…”

“Can you believe it's been 8 years?!”

“I know; we’ve got a lot of martinis and beer to carry down memory lane, let’s get cracking!”

CHAPTER 5 - SOME EYES ARE GREENER THAN MOST OR THEY WILL BE

LINDSEY'S SUITE - SATURDAY LATE MORNING

LINDSAY

Finally, I’ve got my phone back! That nightmare of a slattern was in a meeting when I called down at 0800, then at 0930, when she was supposed to bring it back, instead she sent insincere apologies and promised to have it brought to me as soon as possible. The lackey finally arrived at 1100 without a word of apology for keeping me waiting; seems to me they need to know how important I am.

I find Uncle George’s number amongst the papers I grabbed and wait for him to pick up. He doesn’t. So much for family! I am fuming as I hang up, but then redial. I am his niece, and he should speak to me in my hours of need. Besides, I want to know what he and Brian talked about! It is on my fifth attempt that he picks up. 

“Uncle George, it’s Lindsay!” I sniff whilst neatening my lipstick in the mirror. “I’m so upset with all...” I’m pleased when he interrupts to say he will see me in five minutes with coffee and croissants; this is more like it!

GEORGE

I have to stop myself from kicking the door open! She's been here less than a day, and already she’s bathed herself in ignominy! When she ‘grants me an audience’ tears are at the ready. I step back from her attempt to seek solace in my embrace.

“Uncle George…” She quavers once she’s steadied herself.

“Go and sit down.” I clip out as I stride past her. I smile at the room she's been given. Yes, it is good, but the ones that Brian and Daphne have are corner penthouse suites! “How dare you comport yourself in such a way?” I demand.

“In what way? I’m responding to the shabby and heartless treatment I’ve received. I’ve been abandoned by those who should be comforting me in my…”

“You have been treated a lot better than you deserve. Dry your eyes, you’re not fooling me. I remember your mother’s river of tears. Such a shame you are perpetuating her past poisonous personality!” Her lips set in a thin line. “She changed, made amends with Ronald, with the family in fact, once she saw how much her behaviour had caused you to hurt him.”

“Mother never said.”

“You never listened. It is easier for you to play the victim or brat.” I sit down with my coffee and croissant and catch her look. “Get them yourself if you want it hot.” She remains seated. “Do you know that’s why she left you her estate? Because she knew you would not change towards my brother. For years, he was angry enough to leave you with nothing…”  

“If Mother had said…”

“Stop subscribing to the adage that the dead can’t defend themselves and get ready. Although I’m surprised, I’m pleased to see you were reading the papers...”

“I wasn’t. And ready for what? Where am I going?” She demands.

“To sort out the remains of my brother’s bequest.”

“I don’t have an attorney. Besides, we need to wait for Brian to come as I need to speak to him before I do anything. And in private. Then we will go with you, we can discuss his bequest at the same time.” She declares. “He won’t mind.”

“Lindsay, he might not but I do. Beside, is my brother’s wish that I handle yours, and Ted deals with Brian and Justin’s. Get...”

“That’s another thing: Justin; I am not convinced he is…”

“Your father gave him his kidney. All the proof you’re hysterically and unwisely demanding is in the office for your perusal...” I rub the back of my neck. “...as for an attorney, we managed to persuade your previous firm to represent you. However, it will be the junior partner, Melanie Marcus, who will be dealing with you. As to why she's taking one for the team, this sees out their notice and avoids any penalties that leaving without would’ve cost them. Melanie has copies of the paperwork, we’re going to be conferencing with her in an hour. The longer you delay, the more fines I impose. I may have to honour his wishes, how I get you to comply is down to me. You will lose $10K for every infraction.”

Forty minutes later, I have a seething and red faced Lindsay in the car. First, I made her apologise to Darryl and Marlo for her behaviour; which they took a while to accept. Then she had to call Vic and do the same; he was very gracious, though she was almost foaming when I made her promise whilst he was on the line to repay Brian the cost of the ticket. Especially when I made him promise to tell Brian that she promised. I almost combusted with laughter when she tried to speak to Brian and Vic answered. I’m not sure she believed that Vic had just found Brian’s phone jammed in the seat and he’d just found it, nor that the battery was almost dead; he was ‘cut off’ before she could probe further. 

Little does she know that the best thing is to come. Well for me anyway. I look forward to when she finds out that she has mere ‘pennies’; for Justin alone inherits Ronald’s personal estate, making him far richer than that little girl’s wildest dreams.

JUSTIN’S HOUSE - SAME TIME

LOUNGE

DAPH

I take a photo and smile. He’s going to love them! I hear Justin’s groan, which makes me smile wider - he should really stick to Beam, the man is such a lightweight when it comes to cocktails. I sit up and check my messages. Now that’s odd, nothing from Brian. I scramble to find my other phone, it has only one number: Brian’s secret mobile. As it rings and rings, my heart sinks and sinks, but then almost bursts with relief.

“Umgakjg.” 

“Good morning!” I chirrup, whilst nodding at a mug waving Justin.

“Mmm safe, where?” 

“Friend’s house. Eaten? Hungry? Hungover? Ligger-less?”

“No. Yes. Yes. Yes.” He whispers. There’s rustling and then lip smacking. “Urgh. Call back. Five.”

“Fine. Let me send you somewhere for us to meet. You need something other than the dryness I saw on the menu. Get dressed and await further instructions. Understand?”

“Mmm. Later.” He replies, then hangs up.

“Hey, Jus, we’re meeting a friend to silence our hangovers. We three all need to mainline carbs, know a place?”

He’s coming in very carefully with two mugs. I meet him halfway. I need coffee, and his hold looks precarious to say the least. “Give them and sit down. Got orange juice?”

“No. Have nothing. I was…” Whatever he was is interrupted by the doorbell. “...can you?” He whimpers, curling into a ball.

“Getting rid?” I ask, taking a sip then checking his phone when it beeps. “Says it’s Emmett, he has the car and Teddy.”

“Oh thank Christ. Let him in.” He croaks, standing up. “Then hop in the shower. I know just the place.” 

FIVE MINUTES LATER

EMMETT

I’m gauging his reaction. Apart from being severely hungover, he doesn’t look miffed, he looks...he looks curious. “Why would I be mad though?” Justin takes another sip of coffee, some of his colour is coming back. “We really should name them.” He smiles stroking their ears.

“Not so much mad, but disappointed in my antics.” I reply, whilst Teddy smirks.

“Emmett, you’re a grown man, so is he…” Justin joins Ted in smiling. “...what was it like, and how’d it come about?”

“As you know we were in Woody’s; about six cocktails in he heard that he’s second in the hotness stakes…” Ted snorts. “...he was most offended. I mean really offended. He spent at least ten minutes sulking! I said if he didn’t stop I would kiss that sulk away, he didn’t, so I did.” 

“That covers the how; what about the what?” Ted jibes; I try not to blush. “Wait? You kissed him and he…”

“Kissed me back.” I reply; they look as stunned as I felt.

“Who wouldn’t kiss you back? You’re gorgeous, and I’m Daphne.” I kiss her hand, then introduce myself and Teddy. “Nice to meet you two wonderful...Schmidt? As in the lovely but sadly late Ronald’s accountant?” 

“Yes.” Teddy looks a bit confused. “How do you know me?”

“I’m Brian’s assistant. We spoke briefly before he set off with the distraught dirge.” She explains. “Now back to your necking, Ems, Brian kissed you back?” I nod; she looks thoughtful. “Had my suspicions. Nobody spends that much time ‘hiding’ away from the ligger in a gay bar!” 

“What’s the matter?” Ted demands when she gasps and goes still.

Justin laughs and stands. “Whilst she’s formulating a sentence, I need more coffee, then we’ll head off. I can take the food, not the coffee. It tastes like it was made in 1956!” I wave him off more interested in what has Daphne all of a tizzy.  

She watches him leave before beaming at us. “He was talking about him!” She jerks her head in Justin’s direction. 

“Brian was talking about Justin?” Ted frowns. “When did you speak?”

“No. Justin was talking about Brian. A lot. Last night when we were deeply drinking. Got quite animated.”

“Animated?” I gape at Teddy. “Now that’s an interesting tidbit, as normally he keeps that very quiet. For obvious reasons.”

“What reasons?” Daphne holds up a finger when her phone beeps. “Hangriness is hitting, we need to feed the firebrand. Justin! Where are we going?!” She hollers. 

“The approval committee, his ‘best friend’ Michael, he…” I begin, then peer at Justin’s beeping phone, which hasn’t stopped beeping since we got here. “...who would be the wearisome woodpecker hitting the wood that is Justin’s number!”

“Michael, you say?” Daphne’s expression darkens. “Now he’s someone I want to meet! Hold on…” She strides to the doorway. “...Jus! Your phone is going mad! It's Michael! Can you either answer or turn it off!”

Justin sighs as he comes in. “Please, can we have a couple of hours without you going at him, Ems?”

“I suppose. Where are we going though?”

“The Diner.” He replies, texting Michael back; I hide my smile as Ted heads to the bathroom, on his phone, I know exactly who he’s calling, and look forward to it immensely.

CAR TO THE DINER - FORTY MINUTES LATER

VIC

“You are a disgrace. Utter disgrace.” I tease, handing over his phone. 

“I know. Any calls?” He grins as he pockets it. 

“Lindsay. She’s on her way to the office. Her uncle wants her to go through the paperwork. So, did anything happen last night? You at least had a good time, correct?”

“Yes Vic, apart from my ego taking a dinging, I had a great time. Emmett kissed me.” I pull over and kill the engine; he stares out of the window for a few seconds. “My mother would be so disappointed.” He sighs, fiddling with the zip of his jacket; I say nothing. “Once more, I mean. She was most annoyed, even up to the point of death, that I hadn’t given her grandchildren. She thought that Lindsay and I would make great parents.”

“Do you want them?” I ask.

“Yeah, but I’ve not found anyone I want to have them with. But I know...I know that it…”

“Won’t be Lindsay, despite her aspirations?” I probe.

“No it won’t. I just...I just don’t feel that way about her.” 

“How long have you known that she wants you like that?”

“The moment we met.” Brian’s grimace is deep and heartfelt. “I just wanted to help her. I’ve not encouraged her in any way. She’s terrifying in her pursuit; I feel like a hunted animal. I want to be wooed, to be...never mind. I’ve reached over hungriness and am over sharing; let’s go and never speak of this again.”

“We will, but when you’re ready, okay?” I pat his knee and hold his gaze.

“Okay. Thanks.” He gives a small smile.

“So about the kiss, was it good?” I grin at his nod. “Great. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” I watch for an opening in traffic. “In the meantime, let me tell you about Debs. It’s best to go in forewarned.”

DINER - TWENTY MINUTES LATER

DEBS:

I stiffen, but hold my tongue. Vic said he’s on his way with a friend that needs some guidance, but I need to be gentle and that, to be honest, is the only thing that is keeping me calm. The source of my continual annoyance is watching the door like a hawk. As it opens, I can’t help the smile nor the feeling of sorrow. Jen loved coming here, especially when meeting her ‘hanging’ son. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see my ‘bloodhound’ of a son’s look of joy. It is quickly replaced by a mix of disappointment and confusion. The former is most likely because Teddy and Ems are with Justin; we share confusion as to the other guest.

“Justin! Over here!” He calls smiling, it drops off his face when I sit next to him, he scowls when Justin sits opposite instead of asking me to move.

“Here Ems, sit this side.” I order as I rise. Michael tries to move out but Ems is too quick then  begins to read the menu. 

“Emmett, could you move? I’m…”

“No.” Emmett retorts without lowering the menu. “Move along and  make room for Teddy.” Emmett’s wriggling forces Michael to comply. “Thank you. He’s hanging, we all are. You know how he gets. He needs something solid to lean on. Ergo you both can’t sit against the wall. Besides, he will run you over to get to the bathroom, and he will need to use the bathroom. We wouldn't want you getting hurt, would we?”

“Anyway...” I stand next to Ted and help him place the water he was fetching. “...shouldn’t you open that store that Justin bought for you?”

“Ma, Justin’s dad has died. I’m being there for him like a best friend should.”

“Oh are you now? Such a shame you couldn't find the same time when his mother was dying; was it under a rock in the Bermuda Triangle?”

“Justin understood why I couldn’t be there.” Michael explains looking at Justin, whose hood is up and eyes are closed. “Justin, Justin, wake up!” 

“Huh...what? Food?” He peers around the table.

I snicker as I grab the coffee pot then almost drop it when a God stumbles into view. “Oh Lord, please let him be straight, lost, and happy to pay in kind!” I plead adjusting my wig. “Hi, honey, you okay?” 

He stares at me for a few seconds. “You’re Debs. Vic said to expect me, I’m…”

“Oh fuck!” I grumble. “I’ll be right with…”

“Brian, back here! Follow the sound of my voice.” The woman calls out. I can imagine his smile is making many pants tighten, eyes follow his saunter to join her. “Debs, can you be quick with the coffee? I don’t suppose you have guava juice at…”

“Guava juice? Well isn’t that a trip.” I head behind the counter. “I do, a large one?”

“Please. With ice and a slice of lime.” Brian mumbles, sitting next to her. He frowns when I bring over two glasses.

“For the littlest looking hobo trying to power through his hangover.” I nod at Justin, who’s retreated back inside his hood.

Brian’s smile widens as he peers. “I see…” He pushes a glass back towards me. “...he’ll like it better with ice and a slice. He can have mine for now.” 

“That’s kind of you.” Emmett grins. “Justin, sweetie, your juice from a God is here.” He coos; slowly his eyes open. “To your left.”

“It's juice of the Gods, Emmett.” Michael snipes.

“You have your words. I have mine.” Ems bites back. “Brian, if you could please?”

“Justin, put out your hand.” Brian orders. What happens next is comically painful, because in throwing back his hood and turning quickly, Justin cricks his neck...loudly. “Crap! You okay?!”

“Ooooh no. Ow.” He whimpers as he tries to stop the pain. 

“Brian, help him. You know what to do!” Daphne demands, pushing him out. He takes her seat, but fails to remove Justin’s hand as he tightens his grip. “Jus, let him do it. He’s got masterful fingers.”

“No.” Justin grinds out.

“He resets my shoulder, and you know what I’m like with that. Advil, codeine and weed before I even let you breathe near it. He’s so gentle.” 

“Promise?” Justin pleads.

“I promise.” Brian returns as he sits. “Where exactly, just guide me.” The room is silent apart from the sighs of longing from everyone else as he massages away the pain. “Better?”

“Much; thank you .”

“Welcome. Can I have a straw, please, Debs?” I get him one, he drops it in Justin’s glass, then holds it up. “Drink.” Three minutes later, the glass is empty and Justin is looking much happier, then embarrassed as his stomach gurgles. “I agree, we should eat. May I…”

“Leave it to me. I know just what everyone needs.” I declare heading to the hatch.

DAPHNE

I’m desperate to get Ems or Ted alone so that I can find out what the deal is with Michael. I tried to find out from Justin, but a ‘no’ when he’s hanging is best listened to. As well as that, I’m curious about the frostiness between Michael and Debs. 

“Excuse me, Ted, Emmett, I need the…” Michael begins, only to be cut off when Justin’s phone rings. “...that’s Sidney isn’t it? For God sake, it’s Saturday. This is our time! He has to give you a break at the weekend, why don’t you tell him that?”

“Excuse me please, Brian, I need to take this, it’s about my show next week.”

“Do you want more juice?” He asks as he stands.

“Yes thanks. Exactly how ever it was that you got it. It was delicious.” He beams before hurrying out, phone pressed to his ear.

“He really must stop him from calling him at these times.” Michael continues to moan. “I need the bathroom, Ted, Emmett, move please!” 

“He must be truly desperate…” Emmett rolls his eyes as they remain standing. “...he said please.”

“Do you think she’ll mind if I get more juice?” Brian, ever the gent, queries looking at the empty counter. 

“No she won’t.” A distinguished man replies. “Let me help you. I take it everyone wants coffee too?” We all nod. “Hi, you’re Daphne, right? I’m Vic.” I take his hand with a smile. “We need to talk game plans.”

“Yes we do.” I chuckle, when Brian shakes his head at our plotting he grimaces. “There’s a pharmacy across the road. Go get some Advil.” I order. “Emmett had the last one from Debs.” 

“Good idea.” Brian slowly and gingerly makes his way out the door.

“What the hell did you two do to him?” Vick chuckles then frowns. “Maybe I should get it.” 

“He’ll be fine. He’s extra careful when hungover. And this way I get to find out what the beef is between the bio and the hazard.” I reply, watching the corridor for its return. “Dang too late! Do something I don’t want him next to me!” Vic quickly sits and I heave a sigh of relief.

“Sit down Michael! Food’s almost ready!” Debs calls out; when he doesn’t she comes out and shoves him back into his seat. “I said sit. Boys join him.” Emmett sits so close that Michael is almost pushed through the wall. 

“Curious minds want to know, how did you know, Michael?”

“Daphne is it? How did I know what?” He scowls at the window. “Is he still talking to Sidney?” 

“Looks like he’s just finished.” Emmett retorts. “But seems to be waiting for someone.” Now we’re all looking. Brian has joined him, with a bottle of water. I see Michael’s eyes widen as Justin takes it and, I assume, the Advil with a dazzling smile. They are out there for a few more minutes. “Waiting for it to kick in I guess. Ah, Debs, you saviour!” 

“Let me go and tell him the food is here before…”

“I’ll tell them. I’m nearer.” Vic interjects; Michael sinks sulkily back down.

They’re not long, and I make sure that I’m opposite Michael.

“Debs, please not…” Justin begins to protest when she puts down his plate.

“Do you want a soft boiled egg?” She taps the table with a long red fingernail.

“No.” He goes pale and sweaty. “Carry on.”

“So, Debs, what’s the store you mentioned earlier; got the impression that Justin seems to have wasted money on it?”

“Oh, don’t get me talking about that! I’m wasting my breath with it. So who are you, and where do you fit in, you gorgeous girl?”

“I’m Daphne, his best friend, and…”

DEBS

“Excuse me, I’m his best friend!” Michael carps. “I’ve been there for him all the…”

“Michael, I have a hangover and very little..” Justin interrupts. 

“Hangover, how come? You empty the mini bar?” He grins. “You should’ve said, I would’ve joined you.”

“Oh god!” Justin groans running to the bathroom. Brian goes to the counter before heading to the hatch; then disappearing from view. I look to see what he’s up to; he’s rinsed out the glasses and putting in fresh ice.

Michael was watching for Justin’s return with a smile, but that disappears when he turns back to Daphne. “Where did you drag him, so we can avoid it in the future?”

“All you will get is that he was out with me, his true and best friend.” Daphne picks up her water. “For future reference, so you’re not confused; a best friend is someone who is discussed by the best friendee at every given opportunity…” She looks over her glass at him.

“I know that! And…”

“...and when he could’ve invited you, he didn’t. The name of the guy that constantly fell from his lips last night, wasn’t yours. I woke up at his place, you didn’t. A smart person would consider himself replaced, but you don’t, do you?”

“Oh we like, right Teddy?” Emmett grins and Ted nods. “We’re definitely adopting, I shall let Sidney know.”

“I’ll go see if he’s okay.” Vic gruffs.

“It’s alright, false alarm.” Justin declares. “Oh. Where’d Brian go?”

“He’s getting your juices. Such a gent.” I smile as he brings them out on a tray. “Give me that, you sit and eat. Unless you have a problem with what’s on your plate?”

“No, Ma’am. I mean Debs.” He hurriedly corrects himself whilst Vic snickers.

“Tattletale!” I josh at him. “Want coffee?”

“Oh, please, Sis, and a bacon sandwich.” He grabs a chair and sits next to Ted. “People, eat whilst it's hot,”

Daphne takes a handful of Brian’s fries; dividing them between her and Justin’s plate. She doesn’t leave him with much, so I call for another portion. Soon I have three happy fry eating beauties. “It’s his guilty pleasure.” Daphne beams and Brian blushes. “I keep telling him to give into pleasure. He also loves, and I mean loves pork chops; you know, the really fatty ones. Restricts himself, the fool. Don’t know why, there’s nothing of him!”

“Debs does the best pork chops!” Justin exclaims.

“I do. I know, I’ll come around to yours tomorrow, Justin. We all will. I’ll do pork chops and fries - mine are so much better than here. What do you say?” Michael’s eyes light up, time to snuff that out. “I don’t mean you, obviously!”

“Ma, I…”

“No.”

“What’s the issue here? He’s your son, why is he not welcome?” Daphne drawls.

“Because, Jennifer was my best friend; he treated her as if she was taking up Justin’s time unnecessarily.” I hold up my hand. “I’m sorry, Justin, but he did, and until he has made amends to my satisfaction, he is not welcome where I am. I’ll drop it off for...”

“No, we’ll come to you, is that okay?” Justin replies before dabbing his mouth with a napkin. 

“Justin…” Michael quavers.

“She’s right, you did do that.”

“You never said anything.”

“And you’re his best friend? Shudder to think what you’d be like as an enemy.” Daphne snarks.

“And you never answered her question.” Emmett turns to him. “How did you know that was Sidney?”

“I recognised the ring tone. Obviously as he ringshim enough.” Michael retorts before turning to Justin. “I’m sorry you thought I was mean to you and your mom. I was just busy setting up…”

“Your store. You said. Not good enough. You hurt me. You hurt us. Debs, what time tomorrow? Vic, can you pick Brian and Daph up?”

“Uh yes. Sure no problem.” Vic stammers. We’re both shocked as Justin has never said anything like that to Michael. He’s always brushed it aside; what’s changed?

“Thanks.” Justin nods at Brian.

“Any time.” Brian replies.

“Do you want some more juice?” 

“I’ll get them.” He replies. “I’m nearer.”

“I’ll get them and more fries.” Justin asserts.

“Fine.” Brian puts two in his mouth whilst watching Justin walk away.

JUST OVER AN HOUR LATER

VIC

The booth is empty. Emmett, Ted and Justin have gone back to Ted’s to get some more sleep. Daphne and Brian took a cab to the hotel to do some work. I’m at the counter, waiting for Debs so I can drop her off. When she joins me, she looks very pleased. “What brought that on?”

“We’ve been saying it for years. The three of us did. Seems he needed to hear it from the lips of a 6 foot 2 God. She would be so happy!” 

“What? What did Brian say?” I want to shake her as she dawdles doing up her coat. “Debs!”

“That’s what you get for not telling me how gorgeous he is!” She laughs. “Now, before you strangle me. Justin was bitching to him about Michael; said he wasn’t in the mood for him. When he asked why he was there, Justin couldn’t answer…”

“And…”

“So Brian told him, if he wants to stop Michael from crossing boundaries, he has to set them.”

I nod and smile as I lead her out, knowing that Ronald would be very pleased too!

CHAPTER 6 - MORE REVELATIONS FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE

GEORGE’S OFFICE - EARLY EVENING

GEORGE

For the last ten minutes, she's been grinding her teeth and checking her phone. We’re waiting for Brian and Justin. They’re in the building, but in separate locations. Right now, Justin is in the bathroom, and Brian is with Ted. 

The door opening causes her scowl to deepen.

“Hello all!” A young woman beams. “Who’s George?”

“I am and you are?” I ask, extending my hand.

“Daphne. I’m Brian’s assistant, and…”

“Are you looking for Brian?” Lindsay sneers; Daphne shakes her head then sits down. “Why are you here then?”

“Because he asked me to be.” Daphne states taking out an iPad, phone and a box. When she opens it, a sweet smell scents the room. “Anybody want one? They’re from Sugarfina.” I get up to inspect the contents. “Gelato inspired.” 

“Oh I love gelato!” I bat my lashes.

“Go for it, I've got another box at the hotel.” She grins heading to the coffee station. Lindsay looks peevish as she puts three mugs on a tray, then a pot, creamer and sugar. She retakes her seat placing a mug on either side of her. “He won’t be long.”

“I’m not comfortable with you being present during a family discussion.” Lindsay states. “This should’ve been approved with me first!”

“You’d need to speak to him, because I’m not leaving until he says so.” Daphne returns coldy, holding Lindsey's gaze. 

“I don’t need to speak to him. He knows how I feel about this, so you need to leave…”

“He’s my brother...” Daphne leans back and sips her coffee.

“What kind of wishful thinking is that? I know his mother; you’re the last person she would have as a daughter.” 

“Lindsay!” Brian’s icy tones strafe across the room. “Apologise immediately.” 

“Brian, I will not! You know how I feel about this…”

“I didn’t ask her to come, but…”

“You lied to me!” She spits at Daphne. “Look what she’s done!”

“She’s done?!” Brian explodes. 

“Brian…” Lindsay takes a deep breath. “...let’s not discuss this in front of the staff...”

“Staff?! How dare you?!” A vein is pulsing in his cheek and he’s white with fury. “Not only do you know nothing about her, for this Daphne is not staff!”

“What’s going on?” Justin has to squeeze into the room. “What’s happened?” He takes Brian’s chin. “Look at me. What’s happened?”

“She...Lindsay was insulting to Jennifer, and…”

“Jennifer?” I frown, I quickly get in front of Justin. “Lindsay made a disparaging remark about Daphne’s presence.”

“She did? What did you say sister?” Justin fumes.

“Forget her and her crappy apology. I know how much Mom loved me. Let’s just get to the reason we’re here.” Daphne declares. “Jay, let Brian sit between us, that way we can both hold him back should she flap her trap again.”

As they take their seats they keep Lindsay in their crosshairs. She should count her lucky stars that looks don’t kill, because if they did, we’d never find her body!

LINDSAY 

I can’t believe Brian! I rise, gathering my things. “I’m going back to my hotel. Brian, when you have ceased peacocking and being hysterical, we will discuss...”

“Do you not see how fucked off he is?!” Justin snaps. “Christ, how long has she been such a ballsack?!” 

“Ballsack!” Brian sniggers looking at Justin. “Time for me to take my own advice, right?” He raises his mug. “Will this take long? She's not needed, is she?”

“Actually, she is, in order to apprise her attorneys of what she’s fighting against…”

“Fighting against?” Brian bites his knuckle and breathes deep. “What does that mean?”

“In respect of Ronald's final bequests, she has to be here, it’s a condition.” Uncle George declares. “Sit down, Lindsay. I shall make this quick.” I press the intercom and call for Ted. 

“Weren’t those two just in discussion?” I bite out.

“Yes. However, this concerns them.” Uncle George gestures at Brian and Justin, who look puzzled. “Ted, if you could please?”

“What were you and Ted talking about before, Brian? Clearly not whatever this is!” I demand; his gaze and silence are chilling. This is Daphne’s fault! If she had been clear, then I would not be in this predicament. 

TED

“Judging by the tension and shouting, I won’t dawdle!” I declare as I sit down and switch on the video. “This is a two part bequest. The first is this house…”

“...which is yet to be named. The beneficiary is Brian…”

“What?!” Brian gapes. “Are you sure?!”

“Quite sure.” I smile. “Do you recognise it?”

“Of course, I saw it during my internship with him years ago. I said I would buy it when I made my first…”

“And you never did.” George interrupts gently. “Like he knew you wouldn’t. You kept ploughing the money back into the business, so he got it for you. But let Ted finish before you ask any more questions.”

“Thanks George. So the house is yours, but only one one condition: you make it a home.”

“A home? You mean move here? I couldn’t do that, my…”

“Absolutely not!” Lindsay bellows coming out of her shock. “This is absurd! Brian is based in New York, his whole life is there!”

“Be quiet!” George snaps. “Ted before you continue, Lindsay, any more interruptions will prove costly.”

“So to the second part of the bequest. The shares in Kinnetic that you gave to Ronald…” I will Lindsay to say something but she doesn’t, pity. “...which now equal 48%, they go to Justin. That makes him the second largest shareholder. He could also be the answer to that house.”

“Huh? How?” Brian frowns, whilst Daphne starts to smile. 

“Well…” I loosen my tie a bit. “...Justin’s lease is due for renewal. You need a base, he needs a place. A potential win-win situation.”

“Excuse me, Ted, before you continue, may I check something?” Daphne asks.

“Of course, what is it?” I smile back.

“Does that come with a garden?”

“Yes, a very large one at the back. Plus, there’s the grounds after the bridle path.”

“Bridle path?” Brian gapes. “What bridle path? What grounds? There was nothing like that when I last saw it.”

“Excellent, then they will have plenty of places to run, although they do need naming. Justin, are you with us?”

“Wh...what?” Justin stammers coming out of his stupor. “Daph, what…”

“Do something with that Ted?” She hands me her phone; I bite back my cooing. “Watch.” She whispers; by the time she sits down, Brian awwing and smiling at the screen. “They need somewhere to run off steam, don’t they?”

“When did you get them, Daph, you never said a word! Why haven’t you named them?!” He shoves her shoulder.

“They’re not mine. Those cuties are Justin’s.” She beams. 

“Yours?” Brian turns to him. “Gorgeous, so why haven’t you named them? How old are they? Love dogs, but those are my favourite pooches.”

“Mom got them for me, to celebrate my first series sale. She was…” He trails off.

“I see.” Brian squeezes his hand. “There’s no rush, as long as they come when you click your tongue then it’s fine.”

My phone buzzes; I marvel at George’s technological dexterity...did he call Justin gorgeous or the dogs?! I hide my smile behind my hand whilst clearing my throat. 

“So, you two would need to discuss the…”

“There is nothing for them to discuss!” Lindsay explodes, leaping to her feet. “This charlatan will return the shares to Brian. Not only does he have no right being in the company when I’m not; he sure as hell is not going to be living there!”

“Are they boys?” Brian asks, before nudging a stunned Justin. “Those two, are they boys?”

“Uh, yes, why?”

“I’d love to name them, if you’d let me. She won’t let me have dogs in New York.”

“In that case, I insist that you do.” Justin grins, it widens at Lindsay hiss and Daphne’s giggle.

“Brian, didn’t you hear what I just said?!” She starts to advance.

“Listen, Frightmare...” Daphne slowly stands. “...unless your arrogance has a mean left hook, back the fuck up!”

“Lindsay…” Brian puts a hand on Daphne’s arm. “...I won’t fire her for defending herself if you come closer.”

She sways to a halt, gulping like a landed fish. “I…”

“Sit down both of you.” Brian clips out whilst tugging on Daphne’s sleeve. “George, is there any way we can have something stronger than coffee?” 

“Yes. Champagne, alright Daphne?”

“Daphne? Daphne?! You’re more concerned with her well being than mine?!” 

“He is, you numbskulling ballsack! I don’t throw booze!” Daphne lifts her mug to emphasise her point. Lindsay looks at Brian who points to her seat. She retreats in silence. “Large, please.”

JUSTIN

Oh dear God, him being mad as all get out is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!

BRIAN

We wait for the champagne to be poured. Lindsay doesn’t get any; the look from George kills her protest.

“You okay?” Daph whispers, whilst I nod I know I’m not.

I can feel the guilt bubbling up; my Mother’s sharp tone telling me to apologise to my dearest friend, confidant and her daughter immediately. How dare I speak to her in such a way, considering all she’s done!  But she’s not done it; well, she has, because I’ve allowed her to. I don’t know why I felt the need to defend Jennifer. I peek at Justin, he’s reading the papers Ted brought over. When I see ‘Kinnetic’ I lean over. “Mind if I read that over your shoulder?”

“Of course not. It’s about the shares. Wow, I can’t believe it…”

“What?”

“Dad said he’d get his partner to sponsor one of my shows, that partner was you.”

“Really?” I’m stunned. “I remember Ronald mentioning an art show some years back. I said to him to do what he wanted. It was his money.” We flick through the pages in silence; I can feel Lindsey's glare boring into my soul. I ignore her and my mother!

“Gents, why don’t you two discuss this afterwards? There’s a bit more to come.”

“Sorry Ted. Of course, continue.” I take the papers and go to put them in my case. “This alright?”

“Sure.” Justin smiles whilst topping up our glasses.

Okay, why is Daphne smiling like that?

“As well as the house for Brian and the shares to Justin, there’s something for Daphne.”

“Me?!” Daph splutters. 

“Yes, you.” Ted chuckles. “Ronald always admired your fortitude and restraint in the face of certain people.” He puts up another picture; silencing us once more. “This is a token of their esteem, and…”

“That’s my grandmother’s!” Lindsay exclaims.

“It’s now Daphne’s. She insisted he to pass it onto someone worthy of it, someone with fighting spirit, character and, above all, someone selfless. You’re not, and I doubt you ever will be, that person.”

“That is it! I’ve never been so insulted in my life!”

“Get out more” Justin snaps.

Lindsay storms to the door and wrenches it open. “I’m going back to New York! And…”

“$50,000 says you’ll go to the hotel and prepare a suitably grovelling letter of apology!” 

“Uncle George!”

“I can always make it seventy.” He sips his champagne. “A letter to each of them, starting with Brian. And take a cab.”

“Yes, Uncle George.” She mutters before closing the door quietly behind her.

“Now that she’s gone, I think we should order some sushi and sake!” George grins.

“Deal and now who does that go to really?” Daphne nods at the screen. “It can’t be me.”

“It is you. Here.” George approaches her with a box; her hand trembles as she opens it. It’s even more beautiful in the flesh. “It’s insured. Would you like me to have it biked over to your hotel?” We turn to the door as Lindsay comes back in. “What do you want?”

“I left my phone.” She declares returning to her seat and checking under the table. “I hope to see you later, Brian.” 

“You won’t. I fully intend to have him all to myself.” Daphne sneers. “Then there’s Justin’s need for him. I see them working long, hard and deep into the night. I’ll see you out.” 

“I can make my own…”

“Eighty.” George declares. “Let her see you out or its a hundred.”

A grinning Daphne returns with more champagne. “Actually, George, can you send this to another address? I don’t trust her one bit!”

“Me neither.” Justin nods. “Send it to mine to arrive tomorrow. You can pick it up then.”

“Perfect!” Daphne scrolls through her phone. “So, sushi from...”

“Nakama.” Justin declares, leaning over to check her phone. My eyes are drawn to the sliver of skin between his top and waistband, I have to pick up my glass to keep my hands to myself...what is wrong with me?! “Let me do that, I know what’s good.”

“I bet you do.” I whisper into my glass. 

JUSTIN

I heard that!

TED

“So whilst we’re waiting for the food, what about the house?” I open the champagne. “I can speak to Blake…”

“Why is there a Blake in this scenario?” Daphne scowls.

“Because he’s been in charge of staging the house. He’s got an excellent eye…” Her scowl deepens. “...after all, he’s been my boyfriend for the last five years.” She breaks into a huge grin of relief. “And his boys, Ben and Drew, can help Justin move whenever he’s ready. He’s moving in, isn’t he, Brian?”

All eyes turn to him. He raises his glass. “Sunday?”

“What about Sunday?” Justin frowns.

“You can move in from Sunday.” 

“Are you serious?!” Justin and Daphne gasp.

“Yeah. Seeing Linday reminded me of your best friend and his visits. He can’t come around if you don’t live there anymore, can he? Besides, Duke and Prince are going to grow fast, whippets do, and I suspect your garden is very small.”

“Duke and Prince? I like those names.” Justin clinks his glass.

I look down at my buzzing phone; again it’s George...not as much as they like each other!!!! 

CHAPTER 7 - THE MEETING OF FOOLS, RENAMING THE HOUNDS AND KEEPING SCHTUM

LINDSEY'S SUITE - LUNCHTIME NEXT DAY

LINDSAY

I cried myself to sleep; my eyes and throat are so sore and dry. I check my cell, nothing! Deciding to eat in my room, I call reception. As usual, they take forever to pick up. “This is Lindsay Peterson, I would like some food delivered to my room.” 

“I’m sorry, Miss Peterson, but the kitchen is closed. All guests were…”

“Yes I know. What does this have to do with one of your staff finding a Japanese restaurant, getting me the menu, picking up my order, and bringing it to my room?” 

“Freedom of choice!” The woman snaps and hangs up. I redial, but it goes to voicemail.

“How the fuck dare they?!” I yell, then whimper at the pain that causes.

For the next ten minutes, I’m repeatedly sent to voicemail. Grabbing my coat, I decide to confront these upstarts. When I arrive, there are a few people ahead of me. I feel that the moment the receptionist sees me she starts to be overly helpful!

Just as I’m about to be seen, a courier arrives with an urgent package; just as I’m about to explode, I hear who it’s for!

“Daphne Chanders is out at present.” The reception states. I edge closer so that I can hear better, this has to be my bracelet!  

“That’s okay I’ve been told to have it delivered to her or a representative.”

“I can take it for her!” I declare, stepping forward. “I shall be seeing her shortly.” My smile reaches my eyes when deep down all I want to do is stab both the receptionist and Daphne in theirs. 

“Really, Miss Peterson, that would be most kind of you.” The receptionist replies before taking out a camera. “If you could sign then we’ll take a picture of you with the package.” I do as she asks; knowing when I return to my room, I will carefully unbox it so I can wear it before she does! How stupid of them to send it like this! “Now Miss Peterson, what can I do for you?” 

“I called earlier; I’m sure it wasn’t you I was speaking to…” I widen my smile, tucking the parcel under my arm. “...but I need someone to go and collect a food order from a restaurant…”

“Which one is it?”

“I’ve not ordered it yet. It has to be Japanese; it must serve soft shell crab, eel, sashimi and fries.” 

“Fries?” She repeats. 

“Yes, fries. So could that be sourced in the next half an hour as I’m rather hungry?” I start to walk away when someone calls my name. It’s Darryl, the useless bellhop. “Is there a problem?” 

“Yes, the restaurants around here are eat-in. Although there is one Japanese nearby, it’s very traditional and so exclusive that it won’t go off-menu.” He replies, his smile widening as I blush. “However, there is a steakhouse opposite, which I know does a crab dish, but no eel. I shall call you a taxi to take…”

“No you won’t! There’s Vic, he can take me!” I stare at Darryl for a few seconds. “Well, get him and explain what is happening!”

“Vic! May I talk to you please?” Although Vic looks unfazed, I know he’s pissed that I spotted him. Now that there’s no protective Brian, it's time for some retribution! “I’m not sure if you overheard,  but…”

“I did. So, Miss Peterson, where is it you wish to go?”

“I’ll decide in the car, obviously!” I snap. “You are going to be at my beck and call for a while; wait whilst I get my things!” 

“Oh, how I enjoyed that!” I gloat as I take my time heading back to my room.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

VIC

I refuse to let her get to me; I’ve dealt with bigger, better and prettier. When she comes out of the lift, I silently lead her to the car and hold open the door. 

“Miss Peterson, please check out the menus at Koro-tai-kai and The Flame and the Grill, it will take us about twenty minutes to get there.” She snatches the tablet and slams the door. Making sure the partition is down, I place a call. “Could you put me through to Ted Schmidt or George Schickle, please, it’s Vic Grassi…” A quick look in the mirror sees her go from  mewlish to mortified licketysplit. “...hi, Ted, as is standard protocol, just letting you know that I’ve been ordered by George’s niece to take her to a restaurant, so won’t be returning the car for a while. Could you also let George...” 

“...where’s she booked you for?” He demands.

“Koro-tai-kai or The Flame and The Grill…”

“Why? She should’ve taken a cab or walked.” Ted grumbles. “Has she asked you to wait too?”

“Since she said I'm at her beck and call, I presume so...” I drip ‘sorrow’.

“Okay, I’ll tell him, which I’m sure he’ll be absolutely fine with. See you tomorrow, Vic, don’t come in before 1000. Get lots of rest, you know how busy the next few days are going to be.”

“Thanks, Ted. Good afternoon.” I shoot the partition up, grinning as it’s a black out screen. She doesn’t take long. “Yes, Miss Peterson?”

“On reflection, I’m more tired than hungry, so can we go back to the hotel, please?” As I turn to the window so I can bask in my smile, I see some potential payback and pray. When he spots me, he looks delighted crossing the road quickly. “Vic?”

“So sorry, Miss Peterson. Yes, that’s fine, I’ll…” I’m predictably interrupted by a rat-a-tat-tat on the window. “...I’m sorry, that's my nephew. I’ll come back and pick…”

“Oh no, there’s no need for that, we can easily share. Also please lower the partition.” I do so, her smile is so toothsome and sickly that I’m blinded and nauseated. “Could you unlock the door so I can let him in?”

“Of course, that’s very kind of you to share.” 

“My pleasure.” She opens the door and slides back quickly as Michael gets in huffing. “Hello again.”

“Oh hi. Lindsay right? Excuse me a minute. Uncle Vic, did you drop Justin off this morning at his hotel?” 

“That’s confidential, Michael, you know that...”

“Nonsense, we’re all friends here, well I’m his best friend and she’s his sister, and...oh what’s this?” He waves a box at me before examining it. “You must have dropped him off somewhere if you’ve got a parcel for that misery guts!” Her laugh is cold and nasty. “Have you met that buttinksi, Daphne, Lindsay...can I call you Lindsay?”

“As long as I can call you Michael. Sadly I deal with her every day. She works for Brian as his gatekeeper.”

And so begins the decimation of Daphne’s character by two of the most, and this is bad coming from a gay man, limp-wristed bilious berks I’ve had the misfortune to meet. The more they destroy, carp and moan, the tighter my grip on the steering wheel gets. Then he happens to mention Brian.

“He’s only just met him and he’s already changed. Never seen the like.” Michael bitches.

“Forgive me for asking, but is Justin gay?”

“Yes, so’s Emmett. In fact, we three are. Emmett has his sights on Brian, but…”

“Brian’s not gay! And even if he was, that effete nincompoop would not be his type, it would be more you, actually…”

“I know. I told him that he wasn’t gay. I even said that you two are a couple to soften the blow to his sizable ego.” I’m almost breaking the steering wheel, as I know that’s not what he said! 

“We almost are.” Lindsay simpers. “You know, I’m hungry now, fancy something to eat?” 

“Sure. Where’d you have in mind?” 

“Well you being the native would be best placed to suggest somewhere.”

“Oh, I know, there’s this great place near Justin’s place.” He enthuses. “We can go there, then I can go and see Justin.” 

“Sounds good, but how far is it? I don’t want to abuse your Uncle’s good nature by having him ferry us all over the place, and…”

“It’s his job, he doesn’t mind.” Michael pats her paw reassuringly.

“I’ve heard from Ted that the rest of his week is going to be extremely busy, so he needs to rest. Let’s get him to drop us off on the corner and we can take a cab. That way we can take our time…”

“Oh, alright. Uncle Vic, pull over now.” Michael orders. With my heart soaring and belly raging, I do so. “See you later. Come on, Lindsay! Taxi!” He bellows, and in less than a minute they’re gone. 

I break a nail snatching my phone to call Justin, such is my fury, when I spot the package that started their bitching. “Hey, Justin, it’s Vic. Word of warning: Michael is heading your way, and he’s got Lindsay with him…” I hold the phone away as he lets out a litany of curses. “...I have more. Is Daph with you, or can you get hold of her? She is, may I speak to her?” I get out and grab the parcel, cringing at the smudges that I know are from Michael’s, inky, from the many comics he reads, fingers. “Hi, Daph, how are you young-uns doing? Good, good. So guess what I’ve just heard…” 

DINER - FORTY MINUTES LATER

DEBS

I hang up, frowning just as a grinning Vic comes in. “Coffee? Can you call Michael, please? He just phoned, seemed a little…”

“Panicked?” He smirks as he sits in the booth, I nod and join him with two mugs and a plate of pastries. “Good.” 

“These are your favourites, just out of the oven…” I pull them away. “...why was he panicking?”

“He and Lindsay, she’s Brian’s wannabe bride, were bitching about Daphne. Lindsay took a package meant for Daph, which she thinks is a diamond bracelet that should be hers. She doesn’t have the number for the car, Michael never wrote it down, so the next person to contact would be you.”

“And you’ve told me never to give it out.” I snicker whilst he chuckles. I grin at Emmett’s cheery hello; we get him up to speed. By the time he’s finished telling me about Lindsay, I want to administer a sound birching after making her eat lots of soap! 

“Do you know where Brian ended up, Ems?” Vic asks as I send Michael to voicemail again. 

“With Ted and Blake; they’re taking him to his new house later.” An evil grin starts to bloom across his face as he pulls out his phone. “Daph, honey, how are you? Am with Vic and Debs, they’ve caught me up. Can you...sorry, you’re going to do what?! Why?! Oh, okay, I am chilled and blissed. Now what’s the plan today then, wait a minute, what did Justin say?! Uh...well, that’s um original, why are they...okay, I’ll let them know!”

“Let us know what!” I demand, handing him a napkin to wipe off his tears of laughter.

“Ems!” Vic growls, jostling him.

“Br...Brian renamed the dogs! Sake got his creative juices flowing...oh, dear God, instead of the quaint and classic Duke and Prince, they’re now called Cumulus and Reemus…” He waves away our interruptions. “...Daph said he was staring at Justin’s ass and got inspired!” I hand Vic a napkin to sort out his coffee nose and streaming eyes.

“Hey Debs!” Kiki calls as she comes in. “Just saw Michael screaming into his cell, rushing down the street with some scared looking blonde.”

“You never saw us!” Vic yells as we run out back.

JUSTIN’S HOUSE - TEN MINUTES LATER

KITCHEN

DAPHNE

I can tell by Brian’s silence on the other end and Justin’s face, they're not on board with my idea. “Have either of you ever known me to approach a keister-kicking plan without all bases being covered?” 

“That’s true.”  Brian chuckles. “Oh, thanks, Blake. Wait, need to have at least a sip or three…” I smile at his sigh and lip smacking. “Okay, go again.”

“Have told Vic to drop the package back at the hotel, but not till this evening, so that gives them hours and hours of panic. When you two finally contact your best friends to apologise oh-so-sincerely for your terrible treatment of them, you say you will do anything to make it up to them, even getting a tracker app on your phone so they can find you at any time.” Justin starts to laugh. “Tell him the rest then!” 

“But the person who will have our phones is Daph.” 

“Oh, that is beautiful!” Brian cackles; it sounds both evil and full of joy. “I can understand why for me because we’ve already got our set up, but why for Michael?”

“Something Ems asked at the diner, which Michael didn’t answer; it wasn’t until we were at Bloom that it reminded me. When Michael called, I realised he has the same ringtone as Sidney. Meaning he’s got to Justin’s phone before.”

“Pisspot!” Brian snaps. “He must have changed it, knowing you would pick up without hesitation. You’re moving Saturday night. That is a gross invasion of privacy!” 

“How the hell didn’t I notice?!” Justin laments furiously.

“We’ve noticed now.” Brian soothes. “Let’s get the plans in place, and you the hell out of sodom and gomorrah, which also has Michael living as Mr Justin Taylor.”

“What?!” Justin squeaks, looking sickened.

“Didn’t you notice his face when the not marrying condition was announced? He reminded me of Lindsay whenever I would have to jog when she came into heat.”

“Urgh!” I wince. “Okay, you two get yourselves presentable and we’ll meet at Ted’s, say in half an hour or so?”

“Yes Ma’am!” They chorus; soon I hear the shower and Justin’s singing.

As I wash up the dishes, I think about the clause and decide to call George. Ten minutes later, I’m dancing around the room. George made it up but we’re keeping that to ourselves!

CHAPTER 8 - THE B’s BE...BOYS, BRITIN, BLAKE, BRACELETS AND BABYLON

DINER - FIVE MINUTES LATER

KIKI

Just as I get myself together, the door flies open. “Where’s Ma?!” Michael demands breathlessly. The blonde sinks into a seat whilst rummaging in her purse. I'm not sure what the looks she’s casting at Michael are about, but whatever it is he’s done, he looks apologetic, for a change. “Do you think he’d have it?”

“He surely must, they became fast friends on sight.”

“Oh good!” He sits opposite her. “Although he should’ve made sure we took everything when we left him.”

“That’s true. Once I get the number from Brian, we’ll get him to drop it back at the hotel. Actually, scrap that…” I don't like her smile. “…let me send him a text instead.” 

“Why?” Michael frowns; then looks gleeful. “Oh, I gotcha, what are you going to say?” 

“Ask him to call Vic.” She crows. “Embellish a bit, make it seem like he is at fault but is embarrassed. That is…”

“Not going to work.” Whilst Michael’s face falls, she flinches at Ted’s voice. “You know how Vic is the go-to-person on LA and beyond, everyone has the utmost confidence in him; something they don't have in you, Michael. So whatever blame you’re trying to lay at his door is not going to be believed. I'm seeing George shortly, I may advise him of you two being in cahoots to besmirch Vic’s name. Whilst there is nothing he can do to you, I suspect he will make sure Lindsay pays for your duplicity.” She puts her phone away. “I'm glad we’ve cleared up that misunderstanding. Now then, wasn’t the food not to your liking?”

“The food? Oh I see, I changed my mind, and…”

“Excuse me for a moment.” Ted looks at his phone. “Speak of the devil. Hello, Vic, how…are you alright?” His eyes widen and he rubs his temple. “Vic, Vic, please stop apologising, this is not your fault. It’s a fact of life that these things happen. Was there anything in the vehicle that was yours, which we would need to replace? Yes, Vic, I said replace. Nothing? Oh, good, then…oh I see. That was kind of her. No, no, I will speak to George first. Yes, of course. Now do not worry. Go get some rest, we will send the other car.”

“Everything alright, Ted?” I ask.

“No, not at all. Can you do me a double shot espresso, this is going to be a long day.” He stares into the distance for a spell. “Right, first George, and..”

“What about me?” George asks as he comes in. “Hello, Kiki! How are…Lindsay and Michael, what are you two doing here?”

“Michael was showing me the sights, Uncle George, and…”

“Why would he show you around here? It's not exactly your scene, is it?” 

“I thought it would be nice for Lindsay to get the know the areas that Justin frequents, since…”

“Excuse me, George, I must speak to you about a theft from the car.” Ted interrupts; they both look stunned, George not so much. “It was broken into when Vic returned home. Thankfully, nothing was taken that belonged to him, but there was a package for Daphne that Lindsay took collection of at the hotel, and…”

“Why would you take the package, Lindsay? As has become evident, you and Daphne are not…oh no, the bracelet!” 

“Exactly!” Ted exclaims, turning to Lindsay. “Well, why did you take it?”

“I knew I would be seeing…” Lindsay is pink and sweaty.

“So a few hours after she is bequeathed a bracelet, which you were furious about; you take delivery of it and the car is broken into? Rather convenient, don’t you think?!” Ted thunders. 

“What are you implying?! Surely you don’t think I set this up?!” Lindsay cries.

“Ted! That’s not true, it was pure fluke that…”

“You happened to be in the car? After you both complained about her, she then dismissed Vic; you knew he was going home and she knew what was in it!”

“So what possible defence could you have for this, Michael?!” George barks out; then looks at his watch. “Okay, what is going to happen is that you’re going to replace it…”

“Replace the bracelet? You're not serious, Uncle George!” 

“Yes, let’s go! You too, Michael!” 

“Me, why am I going?!”

“Because it’s either pay towards the replacement and Daphne never gets to hear of it; or I tell her what's happened and she comes with you two to replace it. Who do you think would be better company?” They stand. “Thought so; now Michael, since you are such a maven of Liberty Avenue, go and hail the cab! We will join you shortly, I need the facilities; nothing is getting in the way of that bracelet being replaced!”

Two minutes later, I'm waiting for Ted to crumble, but he’s holding firm. “Ted, please, elaborate…they hightailed it, and..” 

His smile is beautiful and smug. “Hang on!” He chuckles as he dials. “Have to keep Vic in the loop. He and Debs will be back in about ten minutes. Ems has to help Justin move!”

OUTSIDE JUSTIN’S HOUSE - TWO HOURS LATER

DAPHNE

The two well built hunks who had earlier gotten out of the poshest removal van I’ve ever seen, which wouldn't look out of place in Upper Manhattan or maybe Williamsburg, are making light work of the move. 

I’ve decided to introduce myself, primarily because one of them is perving, quite frankly, over Justin’s butt, and that bait is for another hook, thank you!

“Before you meet the face, which butt lights your fire?” I smile brightly at the ‘pervert’, then dissolve into mush and relief at the bashful grin and point. “I see. Ems, can I borrow you a minute?!” 

“What can I do for you, dear one?” He asks as he approaches, dusting himself down. “I really need to call Blake to…oh, for crying out loud!” He gripes, peering at the massive pull he’s just caused to his sweater. “Why did I wear this? Give me a sec, Daph, this needs to…”

“Can I help?” The pervert asks; we gape at him. “Ben. So can I?” He doesn't wait for an answer, just takes the pulled part of the sweater, and in a couple of minutes has fixed it perfectly. “There, no-one will ever know.” 

“He gets that look every time.” His friend laughs. “Keep telling him to do voice over work. I’m Drew, who are you?”

My gaydar pings for both, more’s the pity. “He’s Emmett, and…”

“You are?” He smiles warmly, before giving me a look I feel in my soul! “As mentioned, I’m Drew.”

“Daphne.” I have to stop myself from doing the flirty flick thing with my hair.

“Guys! Move me now, drool over each other later, unless you want Michael and Lindsay to be here to help!” Justin’s amused exasperation has the desired effect; seconds after we’re actually helping, instead of watching, them to get him out of ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ action a cab pulls up. “Crap, too fucking late!” He grumbles. However, when Brian gets out he looks both delighted and relieved. “Oh, I could just kiss you!” 

“Because?” Brian queries with a matching grin; I stop Emmett from dancing.

“We thought you were Michael and Lindsay. Hold a second; Cumulus, Remus, here boys!” They pelt towards us, but shyly skitter to a halt. “Aww come on, these are nice people, no Mikey.” Justin coos.

“Mind if I try?” Brian asks, already on his haunches. “Come on darlings, come to Brian, will give you smooches.” He holds out his hand, and after cursory snuffling, they declare him their next best friend and leap into his lap. “Oh you are so gorgeous!” He cries, kissing their heads and nuzzling their necks.

“Ice caps are melting.” Justin murmurs, sporting an expression that could assist in the meltification.

“Seriously, take them away or I will!” He sighs as he stands, but their whimpering has him on his knees again.

“Why don’t you take them to Debbie’s, or...oh, hey, Ted!” Ems grins as a beaming Ted gets out of a cab. “And in casual clothing too. Are you many-handing us?”

“Indeed!” He beams. “Ben and Drew, have you met everyone?” 

“They were drooling at each other when I reminded them that I’m supposed to be running away from my wannabe husband!”

“Oh, you’re very safe from Michael, and you from Lindsay, Brian. George has them well contained. Let me explain…”

JUSTIN

We’ve been chuckling about what has happened as we packed up the house. Daphne and Drew are still debating whether or not she should keep the second bracelet: she says on principal she shouldn't, he says principal can piss off and she should! Ben and Emmett have been casting glances at each other, but no overt flirting, which, for those who know these two, is highly unusual!

We’ve just got the boys to get into the van. We should be mad at the complete lack of help from Brian, however, he has been puppy-sitting or they’ve been Brian-sitting. I don’t care who has been looking after who, they’re in deep smit.

“Let me go first, you trust me don’t you? I promise it’s nice and safe.” He tells them taking the first step. “Now you.” Cumulus and Reemus look at each other, then Reemus follows, they wait for Cumulus to join them. I grab my phone and film it. My heart skips a beat when he looks over his shoulder with a dazzling smile. I decide to make it my mission to kiss him all over...his face, his body, anywhere! I just want to kiss him!

“I’m working on it!” Daph whispers, as I go beet red at how easy she can read me. “Trust me, he will be yours!”

KAY JEWELERS ROSS MALL DRIVE - SAME TIME

GEORGE

I discreetly check my watch; for the last hour they have been looking at the lower end of the market. I’ve said nothing, just sat, nodded and smiled.

“Well, Uncle George, what do you think?” Lindsay beckons me closer, I wince at the blinding tacky, gaudy baubles they’ve lined up as a replacement. “Being a connoisseur of jewellery myself, I think that…”

“We should go to Tiffany’s! An excellent idea! You know, for one minute, I thought you were trying to fob Daphne off with something less than the value of her original bracelet. So glad you proved me wrong.” Their desolation is hilarious. “After you.” I wave them to the door. “Thank you for your help, perhaps another day.” I call to the assistant, who waves from underneath the counter having had to duck down as he’s laughing so much.

THE NEW HOUSE - THIRTY MINUTES LATER

BRIAN

We’re all looking at Ted; who has not stopped grinning or humming since he joined us. “I can explain…”

“This is not the house you showed us.” Daphne points out.

“I know. Now first, what do you think?” He asks me; I gaze in wonder at it, this is beyond my wildest dreams. “Beautiful, isn’t he? Everything I mentioned is here,, it’s just the house that’s different? Debs, Blake-Honey, we’re here!”

Debs comes out carrying fries followed by Blake-Honey wheeling a hostess trolley, ladened with glasses and champagne. He kisses Ted, then the cheeks of Justin, Emmett and Daph before hugging me, it feels nice. “Hi, I’m Blake-Honey, Teddy-Bear’s boyfriend. I’m your architect knight in shining armour and this is Britin.” 

“Britin.” We echo.

“Yes.” He pops the champagne and presses a glass into mine and Justin’s hands. “Boys, open up the rest, then I will explain.” Five minutes later, we’re waiting for him to finish chewing the fries. “Sorry, love truffle fries! So, Brian, Teddy-Bear was telling me about Lindsay and her behaviour, and the more he told me, the more I worried. To be on the safe side, I sent him that picture and made him promise to say it was yours..."

“You did? Why?”

“Not that we’re unhappy about that.” Justin snickers, I can’t help the grin nor the relief I feel.

“Because she took a picture of it, like he thought she would.” Ted nibbles on a fry.

“When? Why would she do that?” Daph frowns. “Brian would’ve caved to her demands and brought her here eventually.” I cringe and nod. “So why that ingenious idea, Blake, oh is just Blake okay? 

“Yes, only my Teddy-Bear calls me Blake-Honey.”

“Fine.” She chuckles briefly. “So how do you know Lindsay?”

He shudders. “Her Brownstone. It was about 18 months after a suitable mourning period following her dear Mother’s death. She had to get it brought up to her much higher standard, and...”

“No! That’s her?!” Justin gasps. “When did she take a photo of it?!” I rub his shoulder; he takes deep breaths. “Jesus, does she know any fucking boundaries?!”

“No she doesn’t!” Daph growls. “Mind’s made up, keeping both!” 

“Good!” Drew beams.

“And we’re not putting trackers on your phones yet, keep that in reserve.” Ems declares, pacing. “I can’t, but can, believe she’s that person!”

“Hi. Confused here, what’s Lindsay done?” I scowl dreading the answer. “I was building up Kinnetic, so working all the…”

“Frigging fucking hours that God sends instead of helping me to make this a family home for us!” Blake states, and I go cold. “You only heard that once, I heard it every day for eight months, sometimes in my sleep!”

“You were the designer that…”

“Restyled and decorated her Brownstone, at Nancy’s recommendation? Yes, longest year ever, I could’ve saved us a lot of time if she had asked to see my portfolio or googled me, you know, like a normal person! But no, she said she trusts her Mother’s word. It should’ve taken six months, but she kept changing her mind. However, it was when she tried to sneakily find out where I lived and showed no remorse when caught that I blackened her name with some friends of mine. When she was confronted, she said it was so that she could get a feel of my aesthetic; besides as the customer she has certain rights!” He breathes deeply. “The frigging nerve of her!”

“Blake, I’m sorry you went through this. If I had known, I would’ve put a stop to it.” He pats my arm. “I’m so furious with her! But the other house, where’s that?”

“Photoshopsville in Downtown My Imagination.” He smiles. “Now come in, come in, come see your beautiful home!”

TIFFANY’S & CO., ROSS PARK MALL - SAME TIME

LINDSAY

I take in the bracelets that Uncle George and the assistant have placed in front of us. I grit my teeth at the low muttering and sighing emanating from Michael. If he, having touched it last, had picked up the package, we wouldn’t be in this pissing predicament! On the plus side, however, I’ve seen a wonderful watch that I think would look great on Brian.

“Are we going to be much longer, George? I’ve got to get back to my store, you see.”

“Oh, I had no idea you were in such a rush.” He smiles. “So, which is it to be?”

“This one.” I declare, picking it up. 

“But that’s not quite what the bracelet looked like. She’s seen it, remember?” Uncle George reaches for the one that I was coveting and hands it to the assistant. “Can you wrap this please?”

“Of course; whoever gets this is very lucky.” The assistant smiles. “This is the last one…”

“In store? “ I ask. “So, you can order another one then?”

“No I can't, I'm sorry. What I mean is, this is the last of this range. It’s being archived.” I fume with frustration and disappointment. “How will you be paying, Sir?”

“I won’t be, these two will be splitting it between them.” 

GEORGE

I look through the back window as the two sulksters watch me depart. I’m particularly pleased that Michael is out of pocket by $1500. No, it’s not much, but it’s a start in my quest to get every cent that my nephew spent on him back! I lean through the partition. “So, Vic, want to tell me exactly how much I will be fining that little madam the next time I see her, and where we’re going?”

“Sure thing. As for where, we're going to Britin.”

“Britin, what's that?”

“Let me pull over and you sit up front. There’s been developments, another player entered the game.” I nod and he titters. “By the way, what was in the package, will you give it back to her now or wait for a bit? Have you got the rest of the paperwork?”

“Yes to the paperwork. And a set of the office napkin rings and I’ll give it to her, Oh good grief, what a mess they made of it didn’t they?” I scowl at the muckiness, knowing how pristine it was when we sent it.

“Great, I can’t wait to see their faces when you tell them!”

BRITIN - THREE HOURS LATER

DINING ROOM

BRIAN

We’re all stuffed and all bar Ted, Vic and George are stunned. For Ronald continues to be a revelation. “Wow, I mean just wow, look at it!” Justin shows me his screen. “I’ve always wanted to go there but was so busy with everything.” I squeeze his hand. “She kept saying I should go and dance away my stresses…so I will, we’re going!”

“Yes!” Debs cheers as she starts to clear. “But I warn you, it’s very full on.”

“Even better, so Puppy Meister, you up for it?” He beams.

I sit back thoughtfully. “Yeah, I’m game. However, may I clarify a couple of things; Ronald owned Babylon, a gay nightclub, the diner, and all of the shops and land from Point State to Shadyside, which now goes to Justin?”

“Not quite.” George grins. “Yes, this all goes to Justin, thus making him, on paper, a millionaire. But there’s the matter of Ronald’s partner, he owns 10% of it all.”

“And who’s that?” Daph asks, helping Debs clear.

“Me.” George replies, chortling at our amazement. “Let me explain, the 10% of all of that is Babylon. I’ve had him for years, he’s doing great. However, now I won't have the time to focus on him. I will be running the businesses, and…”

“Are you going to tell Lindsay about this?” I ask as a plan begins to formulate.

“Yes. I’ve got to get those letters of apology and advise her about her new fine, why?”

“So this will be another thing she’ll be presenting to her attorney, right?”

“Yes.” George's eyes light up and Ted raises his glass. 

“So would you sell that 10% to, say, me?” Justin grins.

“Oh hell no, he’s mine!” I exclaim; everyone is incredulous. “Knowing her as I do, that photo will only work for so long. Also, once she finds out about Liberty Avenue, she’ll stay here until she gets her due. In the meantime, Babylon will be a really good place for me to hide!”

“You have a deal Brian. However, Justin, there's no need for pouting. Let me show you a little something, that guarantees, if you’re willing, you will be shitting in her cereal.” George smirks, sliding his phone to him. I whistle when I see the watch. “Nice isn't it…its on hold for me. Lindsay happened to mention to Michael that she was going to come back and buy it for her very best friend…”

“Can we call that the first month’s rent or the deposit?” Justin bats his eyes.

“Yes we can!” I declare and clink his glass.

CHAPTER 9 - WARMING OF THE HOUSE, HEARTS AND IRES

LINDSAY’S SUITE - NEXT MORNING

LINDSAY

For the fourth time this morning, I try to reach Brian and fail. As well as being annoyed, I’m also worried. It's not like him to not reply. Even at his most pissed, which is getting more and more in these few days, he always replies after the third call! 

And that's one of the main reasons I want to speak to him; to tell him we’re going back home. Due to modern technology, I can fight for what's rightfully mine from New York; at least there, he has no distractions. He most definitely needs to be isolated from those who are turning his head and behaviour away from me. 

Tossing my phone into the blankets in fury, I head to the bathroom, hoping that a shower will calm me down. I examine my body in the mirror, it looks perfect, as usual. I just don’t understand why he doesn’t just accept the inevitable and come to me. We’re destined to be together. Bracing myself, I turn the water to cold and step in. I let fly my frustration as the jets blast me from head to toe, but I need to do this to focus my mind, get myself back into the game. Ten minutes later, I feel invigorated. Just as I wrap my hair, I hear it, my phone!

I scrabble naked amongst the covers, regretting my previous fit of pique. My heart sinks as I not only miss the call, but when I check it’s Michael. I’m about to toss it back under a pillow when his text comes through. Justin has moved already!

“Michael, what do you mean he’s moved already?! When did you go round? Late last night; the neighbour told you about the moving van? Did he get the name of the company? He did? Excellent. Is he answering your calls? No, neither is Brian; this is unacceptable. Let me get dressed and meet you at your store, in say an hour? Why? Because I think I know where both of them are, and they owe us, as their best friends, explanations!”

BRITIN - SAME TIME

BRIAN’S ROOM

BRIAN

I look out the open window, it’s so peaceful here. Outside of the room, there’s no signs of life. The only sounds to be heard are his breathing and my thumping heart. We slept together! I say that sentence slightly louder - just above a whisper. I slept with Justin, only in the same bed - but I never share a sleeping space with anybody, not even a nap on the sofa. It didn’t even feel weird or wrong. 

Snickering quietly as he tries to cover his foot with the quilt, I do it for him and return to the window. 

I think back to last night. We’d just finished signing over Babylon to me and planning our first venture, all of us. He and I decided to start the boys as we mean them to go on, so took them for a walk. Whilst doing so, he told me more about his Mom. She sounded so kind and supportive, a far cry from mine. His stepfather and my Mother would’ve been ideally matched, both cold hearted, and based their love on a bartering system - you do as I say I might give you an atom of love or compassion. I feared censure when I told him I didn't cry at her funeral. I cried more for my Dad. She was furious and accused me, alongside Lindsay, of betraying her and being the same cold hearted bastard like him.

That was the only time that I lost it with her when she was alive. She had claimed that he made her life a misery, but it was her, who caused the pain. She deliberately got pregnant so that he couldn’t be with his true love, then refused to divorce him when the marriage broke down; citing religious reasons, when in reality she was just a miserable mephitic Medusa. 

We ended up talking about our childhood, their operations, his hopes, dreams and aspirations. I’ve never felt more comfortable with anybody. It was me stifling the fourth yawn that he said we should go to bed; after just one more being roped into shopping with Lindsay story.

START OF FLASHBACK

THREE HOURS BEFORE

BRIAN

“How did you not fathom that you’re going to be going to the lingerie department?!” I lift my head from deep inside the pillow. “Well?!” He smacks my butt, I turn on my side. “Looking rueful does not answer my question!” He lies alongside before leaning back to grab our whiskies. “Chin-chin and talk-talk!”

“I seriously didn’t see it coming!” He sips and savours. “It's good, isn't it?”

“Stalling.” He eyes me over his glass. 

“Menswear was across the way, she said she had seen a tie that she thought I'd like. Next thing, she swerves us in before I could even blink!” I redden at the memory of her loudly asking for help. “When she walked towards the assistant, I thought I could escape, but before I’d even taken a step, she had a monstrosity held against her and screamed for my opinion, and I mean screamed. Think when she heard about you renting the house - but twice as loud!”

“Can you remember what it looked like?” He teases, before gaping when I nod.

“Wanna know?”

“No! First she’s a, well looks like, a woman, also I don’t like lingerie. And secondly, she’s her!”

“So yes then?” He snorts and nods. “They were bits of gossamer, like spider’s webs, orange spider’s webs.”

“You mean peach, nobody buys orange skimpies!” He hoots, he stops when I shake my head.

“Those are peach.” I point at the top of his boxers. “Trust me, these were orange. Bright orange, with lime green detailing.”

“Are you checking out my underwear?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Peach happens to be a favourite colour of mine, it’s a nice shade.”

“Sure it is. Sure it is.” He chuckles, before yawning. “Before I head off, did she buy them?”

“No.” I mutter, going crimson. 

“Brian? You didn’t?! You didn’t get them for her?!”

“I just wanted to leave!” I protest. He yawns again, then sits up with his back to me. “It was so hellish. She came back to Kinnetic with me, swinging the bag, smiling at people, whilst holding my arm, my hand, in fact any part of me that could say that I am with her and this is what we’re going to do tonight!”

“You poor fucker!” He chuckles, lying back against my stomach. “Surprised she didn’t stay with you to make sure you got home again.” I go quiet, he looks across. “She didn’t? Tell me she didn’t?!” 

“I can’t. But it was the last shopping trip ever.” I smile at that. “The receptionist at the time was easily swayed by her charm, so would let her come and go as she pleased. Then Daph arrived and that was the end of her reign as Quasi Queen.”

“Yeah, she was saying that she found your haven.” He yawns again before shifting so we’re spooning. “This okay?” I cover us with the quilt in response. He sighs. “Seriously, what are we going to do about them? Like you said, it won’t hold them for long.”

“Hmm; oh, and not only did she find my haven, she also got my money back for the underwear; still don’t know how.” This time I yawn. “Let’s talk later, we’ve got a day at least.”

“Hmm. You give off some serious warmth for such a cold hearted bastard!” He mumbles.

“You have a bald spot.” I mutter. “Where I pulled. Sorry about that, it’s real small though.”

“We’ll be discussing that later too.”

END OF FLASHBACK

JUSTIN

I’ve been awake for the last hour, it was the chilliness that woke me. He got up and used the bathroom, and has been by the window ever since. It felt so good to get to know him. However, although he said he was okay with spooning, why hasn’t he gotten back in bed? It took everything not to say thank you when he recovered my foot. 

I don’t think he’s freaked out, one way to make sure. I turn to face him and lift the quilt. Twenty long seconds later, he gets back in bed.

MICHAEL’S STORE - AFTERNOON

LINDSAY

We’re triumphant, we’ve found it! He had to use a bit of subterfuge to get the address, now I’m impatiently waiting for Michael to lock up his shop so we can go and confront them. “So let me understand this; Justin put the capital towards this for you?”

“Yep.” He beams. “I offered him a partnership, but he said it's all mine. Well, not technically, she insisted on being the partner instead, she being his late mother. So am figuring that it’s all mine now!”

I nod but burn with jealousy. Not one dime has Brian spent on me! Okay, yes, there was the Saint Laurent underwear set, which I still can’t find, I must look for them when we get home on Saturday. 

“And she got me another thing!” He beckons me to follow; we head around the back and there’s a rather smart looking van. “He doesn’t know about it yet. I got it last week.”

“Why haven’t you told him?” I ask, sighing, as I have to open the door myself, I take my time getting myself settled in. “Did you get it like this?” I look around at the untidiness.

“Yeah, will tidy it up before I see him. Reason for not saying; his Mom gave the company, she insisted on a partnership agreement, a cash injection to use for the store, but I used it for this instead.” 

“Wouldn’t she have told him that though?” I frown. From what he’s said about her she was one to tattle as well as spread herself about!

“It was just before she got sick for the last time, so guess not. If he has an issue with it, will say she asked me to get it for him. It’s his favourite car.”

“What an excellent idea!” I buckle up and am almost giddy with anticipation. “Right, let’s go and pull our besties back in line!”

SITE OF BRITIN - AN HOUR LATER

LINDSAY

Wasteland! There’s nothing but wasteland here! “This is the address you gave me!” Michael bellows at the removal company. “Why didn't you say that when I called instead of making me go on this wild goose chase!” He gapes at the screen for a few seconds before hanging up.

“What was their excuse?” I demand as I get back in the van.

“You lied to us so we lied to you!” 

“What is wrong with the people in the service industry around here?!” I sit back in my seat for a few seconds to give myself time to think. Before I even can, a call from Uncle George comes through. “Hi, Uncle George, how are you?” I suppress my giggle at Michael’s gagging face, then start to frown. “Of course, Uncle George, yes I understand. We will be there. Thank you, see you then.”

“Where am I dropping you off? Shall we meet later to see if we can find them somehow?”

“We are both going to the office. We need to apologise to Daphne and present her with the bracelet.

“Oh for crying out loud! We bought her the damn thing, isn't that enough?!”

“My thoughts exactly, but that cloud does have a silver lining.” 

“Which is?” He sighs, pulling into traffic.

“Brian and Justin will most likely be there, and if they’re not I’m more than capable of getting from her where they are!”

BRITIN - AN HOUR LATER

LOUNGE

DAPHNE

Whilst it’s great that they’ve got to present the bracelet to me, could do without it happening today. But George is going away for the next couple of days, so he keelhauled their asses to the office for the great presentation.

“So how’d you do it?” Justin asks as he comes in with Brian.

“Do what? And where have you two been all this time?” I take them in, both are looking very relaxed, especially Brian. “Walking the boys?”

“Nope, we’ve been talking about the pesky pillocks and how to muzzle their antics.” Brian returns. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Debs is in the kitchen doing brunch, all else are earning their living.” I nod at the wine waving Justin; as, to my surprise, does Brian. “Do what?”

“Get my money back for those bits of webbing.” Brian shifts so that Justin is on his side, interesting.

“Webbing!” Justin snorts.

“Oh that, I returned them.” Two pairs of eyes swivel my way. “Remember when she deigned to let me visit, just so that I could see what I could aspire to if only I worked as hard as she did?” Justin looks furious. “Yeah, Manning made that face too. Just before I left to return to my back breaking graft.” Now Brian looks pissed. “She asked if I could do her a little favour as it was on my way. To drop something off at a jewellers. Whilst she was getting it, I stuck the bag under my coat and took a chance.”

“But when did you get my card?” He frowns.

“I didn’t. The assistant remembered you both very well; especially you muttering that you could never come back there again, so she and the manager refunded it without you being present.” I sip happily. “So what are you going to treat me to for my ingenuity?”

“Whatever you want.” He laughs. “But what if they didn’t refund it? How would you have gotten them back to her?”

“She’d never have gotten them back.” I retort.

“Whatever, you’re thinking about, I want to reward you too!” Justin declares.

As we clink in agreement, I vow to take my time coming up with an idea!

CHAPTER 10 - MEETING THE PARTNERS

BONDERSHAFT & MILLS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW - TWO HOURS LATER

TED’S OFFICE SEATING AREA

LINDSAY

I look at my watch again; I’m the only person here. Uncle George and Michael seem to be running late, but haven't contacted me to say where they are. Well I’m not ringing them! Another source of annoyance is still no word from Brian. I’ll bet he’s hanging around with the half-breed and the gorgon. 

The door opening brings in some woman, she looks surprised then unimpressed. 

“Who are you and should you be here?”

“My late father was the chairman!” I glare at her. “So as his daughter, I can come and go as I please!”

“I’ve been at this company for over 20 years, and the very much alive chairwoman has a son!” She glares back. “Now will you leave without me calling security?!”

“Mabel?! What is going on?!” Ted demands as he enters. “Oh, Lindsay, why are you here?”  He looks at his watch. “George said you were meeting at HQ in ten minutes. Hope you told him about coming here first, as he didn't mention it. What business do we have to discuss?”

Before I can save face, Mabel harrumphs and opens the door wider. “Don’t lie anymore than you have. I maintain his diary, you don’t feature.” 

“I we, Well I’ll see you over there then.” He starts to turn back the way he came. I clear my throat, he pauses to toss an impatient yes over his shoulder. 

“I knew you were going to be going over there. I wanted to speak to you about something else. I will just wait and we can share a cab or Vic.” I flick Mabel a scornful look whilst making myself comfortable.

“No you didn’t, so no you can’t.” Ted returns coolly. “When I said I’d see you over there, I meant in a ship that might pass in the night kind of way. I will be there after your meeting ends.”

“Ergo, Ms Trespasser, you’ll be leaving. Edith!” She bellows like a birthing cow; a young girl comes scurrying in. “You need to take this person out.”

“So this is where you crept to?!” She sneers. “I’m so sorry to both of you. She asked for the bathroom, when I went to check on her, she’d gone!” 

“Ah, you did, did you?” Mabel huffs as she and Edith approach. “We’re going to help you leave!” 

“I’ll not be manhandled!” I exclaim, grabbing my bag to use as a shield.

“Don’t flatter yourself, no man with half a cock or lesbian with a strap on would touch you!” 

“How dare you?!” I scream at the cold tones of my former home designer. 

“I will ruin you!” I fume.

“How?!” He laughs, they smirk. “Allow me to extinguish the ignis fatuus you have. Nobody will pay any attention as you’re an ineffectual idiot.” He perches on the side of the table, looking like a vulture. “Now, you are eating into my client's time, go give yourself some relief.” He stands, joining a stunned Ted in the doorway. “In other words, go fuck yourself, as you’re the only person that will!” 

Their laughter follows me out of the building.

PETERSON ESTATES - TWO HOURS LATER

CONFERENCE ROOM

MICHAEL 

I feel so sorry for Lindsay. I’ve experienced the stroppy behaviour of Mabel, who seems to take politeness tips from Emmett. As for Ted’s boyfriend, he’s always been a schmuck.

We look to the door at the sound of voices. “Finally!” She justifiably gripes since we’ve been waiting ages. “That’s Uncle George, let’s get this over and done with.”

As it opens, I’m surprised when Ma comes in, followed by Emmett and Uncle Vic. I’m about to ask what they’re doing here when another woman comes in, followed by a very unhappy looking George.

“This is the lady you’re after.” He points at Lindsay, who looks confused. “You can speak to her afterwards.” 

“Thank you, George.” The woman replies before sitting to the side of the table after glaring at Lindsay. “I do not like being messed about, Ms Peterson. The cost of my flight will be added to your bill. You’d better have your papers with you.”

“I doubt that very much.” George sighs. “I can get copies made for you, would that help being in her company less?”

“Immensely.” She replies.

“And you are?” Lindsay demands.

“Melanie Marcus, the junior partner of your attorney, who has been trying to get hold of you for the past week.” She retorts. “It was only because of Brian that I was able to get an idea of your location!”

“Brian? Why would he be giving out my private information?” She demands just as the man in question enters. Instead of giving him a tongue lashing, she breaks out into a smile. “Ah, there you are, Brian, how have you been? Where’s Daphne?” 

I can’t understand her change in behaviour considering how he's behaved. As her now friend, I feel it is my place to point this out. “Brian, you owe her an apology as well as an explanation for your behaviour! And whilst we’re on the subject of being mistreated, where’s Justin?”

“Whoever the hell you are, butt out. He owes her nothing.” Melanie stands up, and much to our surprise, kisses him on the cheek. “Thanks for the help. I think I will join George in that drink afterwards, judging by that ghastly geste she has. Why does she need to speak to Daphne though?”

“Why’d you think?” George whinges. “Let’s get this started, shall we?” He heads to the other end of the room; opening the cabinet reveals Justin on screen. “Daphne!” He yells. She strolls in and sits next to Emmett. “When they're done, you can have the room for your meeting with her.”

LINDSAY

Well it’s about time someone defended me, shame it's not Brian! But as close to the cusp I am, losing my temper will not get me what I want right now, which is him on his own. Once we’re by ourselves, he will be guilted back into his place. As for this Marcus woman, I had seen her emails, etc, but want to deal with the organ grinder, not the metaphorical monkey! 

Uncle George hands me the Tiffany’s bag. I nudge Michael and we approach the gorgon. 

“Daphne, on behalf of Michael and myself, please accept our apologies for the loss of your bracelet and accept this one in its place.” As I put the bag in front of her, something catches my eye. “Brian, uh, when and where did you get that watch?”

He smiles as he looks at it. “From Justin, it's the deposit.” 

I gulp down my angry riposte. “That’s a large deposit for one room.” 

“It's for the house, all of it.” The halfbreed declares. 

“Excuse me.” The gorgon, in the interim, has taken out the bracelet. “This is an adequate replacement I suppose, an expensive lesson for you two to not touch what does not belong to you.” She has the effrontery to throw it in her purse. “So, are Brian and I needed for this next bit, George?”

“Please, could you stay?” The halfbreed simpers. “I need you to sign something on my behalf for my partner, Brian, as a witness.”

“Partner?!” I gasp. “What do you mean?” 

“You were there when this was agreed, as were we all.” Emmett sneers. “But as you seem to be forgetful in all aspects of your life unless you’re trying to wrest Brian into your knickers, let me remind you. Your late father left the majority of both businesses to Justin. You’re lesser in every sense of the word. As for Michael, Debs, Vic and I are here to assist Jennifer in her side of the partnership in the store.”

“What do you mean?” Michael scowls at him before softening his expression towards the halfbreed. “Sadly, as she’s now passed away, there is no partnership.”

“Oh, please, don’t be obtuse.” Uncle George scolds him. “She obviously made a will, leaving her side of the partnership to Justin, which he has sold to Brian. He's your partner now.” 

MICHAEL

“I don't want him to be my partner! Why have you done that, Justin? I wanted this business to be for us!” 

“It’s not something I’m interested in.” Justin replies. “Never have been. Brian understands the value of these things.”

“I've been looking at the accounts.” Brian pulls out a raft of papers and his laptop. “The business is sound, which is as it should be; you’ve bought well. However, it does seem a somewhat one sided arrangement. Tell me, what happened to the last injection Jennifer gave you? It was $10000. Neither the stock bought, nor the works done in store reflect that money spent.”

“I haven’t spent it yet! And watch it, I don’t like the accusatory tone you have!” I declare.

“You're seriously threatening me. I can beat you in my sleep. Besides, I don't have an accusatory tone. I’m asking what happened to the injection she gave, as it went out of the business a month after her passing. And it needs to be reconciled or returned. This is standard business practice.”

“Returned? Why? Like I said, I've yet to find the stock.” 

“But you now have a van.” Uncle Vic pipes up. “Which I helped you get a good deal on.”

“Which is mine!” I protest. “Unrelated to the business!” 

“Okay, wanna calm down there?” Justin frowns. “What’s the big deal, just return the money?” 

“I’m just surprised by it all. Besides, I’m bound to be upset with you. After all, you moved out without letting me help. As your best and closest friend, I am feeling very hurt and sidelined. I thought with our many years of friendship you’d treat me better.”

“I’m feeling the same way, Brian.” Lindsay sniffs. “I've always sought counsel from you over my affairs, which is why I've not reached out to Marcus.”

“Her name is Melanie. And don't give us that bullshit!” Ma exclaims. “You two want a trowel? I don't know about her, though I've a fair idea in the brief time I’ve known of her. But I know my son, he abandons his best and dearest friend duties at the drop of a hat!” 

“I do not! I’ve always been there for Justin. Always.”

“Debs?” Brian gives me a strange look. “When was Jennifer’s funeral?”

“27th April. Why?” Ma answers, leaning across to check out his screen. “Oh you piece of shit!” 

“Now what?” Justin sighs. 

“He didn't attend her funeral.” Ma fumes. Emmett and Uncle Vic crowd around Brian.

“I was ill, Ma, you saw me that morning!”

“Recovered in time to go to a buyers’ convention in Hawaii that afternoon though.”  She growls.

“And this right there is why you don't get to find out where I live!” Justin snarls before the screen goes black.

“Brian!” Lindsay stands up. “What have you done? You’ve potentially ruined their friendship! First by whisking him off like you were on a tryst. In these last few days you’ve changed. Michael has been more of a best friend than you! The sooner we get back to New York, the better!”

BRIAN

I start to pack up my things; the room is quiet. Daph is giving Medusa a run for her money in the death glare stakes. I grab my phone and wait for it to connect. 

“Brian? You okay, sweetheart?” Vic strokes my arm whilst George pushes Lindsay back into her seat and remains in front of her.  

“Brian, let me take this back to the hotel.” Daph orders, reaching for the papers and my laptop, I give them up; he’s still not answering. “Vic, take him to him please? When he gets upset like this, you know where he’ll go.”

“Of course. Stay away from us, Michael. All of us!” 

As I follow Vic and Emmett out, I stop. When they look up, instead of remorse, from him especially, I see annoyance.From her as well as entitlement, I now see jealousy.

“I’m not going to be in New York for a while. Right now, here is home. Daph’s looking into setting up a satellite office since I’ve got two more businesses to look after as well as Britin.”

“Brian, about what I said, I’ve had a terrible time this morning. You’ve no idea how I’ve been treated.” 

“I know exactly what happened this morning, which is nobody’s fault but yours. Like was said then, I’m saying now, go fuck yourself!”

As I stride to catch the lift with Emmett, I hear Debs demanding the keys to the van from Michael and threatening to cut his balls off if he doesn’t do so in the next ten seconds. After what I’ve just heard, I’d cut them off anyway!

JENNIFER’S GRAVESIDE - AN HOUR LATER

JUSTIN

“You were so right about him, Mom. Utterly fucking selfish!” I sob. “What else has he lied about? Christ, I’ve been so frigging blind and stupid!”

“No you haven’t, you’ve just trusted the wrong person; he took advantage of that.” I whirl around and run into Brian’s open arms. “Sssh, quiet, it's okay, it's okay.” I feel so safe in his embrace. “And whatever else he’s done where that business is concerned, I’ll find it.”

“Thank you.” I whisper.

“Anytime.” He whispers back, after five minutes, we walk back to Vic, and he holds me all the way home.

CHAPTER 11 - HORRIPILATION AND JUST PLAIN HORROR

BRITIN - LATE NIGHT 

LOUNGE

BRIAN

I made him go and have a nap when he woke up, we ordered Thai, being a meat and tatoes guy, his words, he’s never had it. I had to order more dumplings. Now we’re just chilling, well I am, he’s trying very hard not to give Cumulus and Remus the steak we were going to have.

“Give them that and you will clean up whichever end that comes out of!” I assert, which does the trick. They look sad as he heads back to the kitchen. “If it upset your stomach, you wouldn’t like it.” They huff before turning back to the fire. “You know I’m right.” 

“You’re no longer their buddy-boy.” He laughs as he comes back with wine and two glasses.

“Their stomach and your nose will thank me in the morning.”

“Why my nose?” He frowns, struggling with the opener. When I sigh, he hands it ruefully over. 

“Runny shit and vomit stink. So as well as meat and potatoes, you’re more of a screw cap wine guy?”

“I’m not a total savage!” He snickers and pours. “But I always manage to either cork it or leave half the cork in the neck.”

“I see. Did you buy this?” I hold the glass up to the light.

“Before I answer, what are you doing?” 

“Seeing the body of the wine. So did you?”

“Yes, does it pass the Kinney Master of Wine Test?” He teases. 

“It does and I am certified.” I grin at his shocked expression. “I like to excel in all I do, especially if I like it. I like wine. Oh and whisky, am going to take a whisky appreciation course, I’d like to be a sommelier in that too.”

“So are you good at everything?” He grins cheekily. “Or don't people complain to your face?”

“Nobody's complained.” I reply, looking away.

“I’ll bet.” He stares for a few seconds before his eyes widen. “Um, Brian, when you say nobody’s complained, why haven’t they?”

“Because I’ve not had sex with anyone, nor do I want to.” 

“Get lost! No, I don't believe that!”

“Why would I lie about it?”

 You’re a virgin? How the hell have you not - not with anyone! Nothing!”

“Not totally pure. I’ve fooled around and got off, just not gone all the way.” I shift to face him. “For years it was drummed into me by Mom that sex was a chore, something to be endured, and most definitely for procreation purposes only.” He silently gestures for me to continue. “When I left for university, I was a good boy and did Mommy proud, at first focusing on my studies, but then I discovered beer!”  He snorts into his glass. “My first time was with my Dad. He came without her, because she had a Church weekend. It was so good, not just because of the beer and my first whisky, but she wasn’t sitting there like a vulture pecking at our happiness and joy.” 

“So your first fumble followed?” He asks, sipping then going pale. I swallow furiously, shaking my head, he looks relieved. “Does she know? Is it because she wants to deflower you that she’s so keen, good looks aside?”

“No, she thinks I’ve had a string of conquests and wants to be the last.” I shudder. “And whilst we're talking honestly, when did you know you’re gay?”

He looks thoughtful. “About eleven. I wasn’t playing with Barbies or anything like that, girls just didn’t do it for me. My unlamented stepfather drummed it into me that I should settle down with a good girl, carry the Taylor gene.”

“Why did you keep his name?”

“I didn’t, she was already a Taylor. The asshole wanted to double barrell it, just so people would know they were married. Thank God she refused and wasn’t married to him for too long. The minute she was focusing on my health, he sulked, then mercifully left.”

“So, top or bottom?” I ask. He pinkens slightly. “Good to know I am not the only virgin.” I’m quiet for a few seconds. “And there's something else with Lindsay. I’m stuck between a rock and her very hard place, no matter what I do. If I’m good, she wants to reward me. If I’m bad, like telling her to go fuck herself, she sees me as more desirable.” 

“Michael's kinda the same. He wants, and I quote, the right guy to take his most sacred rosebud. He keeps looking at me, when he says it, all come hither with your zither.”

“They say the way a person eats is an indication of their technique. He eats like a warthog, her like a famished ferret, all sharp and quick bites. Can you imagine them near either of our dicks?” I hand him a hankie to wipe his jeans. “You and him ever kiss?”

JUSTIN

“Once, a long time ago, it was horrible.” My lip twists as I don't know if he will answer my questions, so start with the easiest one. “You and Lindsay?”

“Twice, both unpleasant and initiated by her. She said she was drunk, but I couldn't taste any booze in the gallon of drool she pushed down my throat.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, a simple yes and it was vile would’ve done!” He chuckles and tops up our glasses. “How did it feel when Emmett kissed you?”

“Better than her!” I feel a little sad at his smile. “He's the first guy who's ever kissed me, though some have wanted to but not done so.” He looks across. “I've never done that, initiated a kiss I mean. Funny though, as that's the one thing that I love doing when I do it with the right person. A prelude to the act. And to clarify when I said I don’t want to have sex, I meant that I want to make love, fuck, screw the person I’m doing that to. I want them screaming my name and begging me never to stop.” I’ve stopped breathing, I feel sure of it! “It's called horripilation.” He nods at my arms. “When your hairs stand on their ends through excitement, horripilation, am hoping it’s that as opposed to horror or fear, you’re feeling.” If I was breathing, I’m definitely not now as he takes my glass and looks from my lips to my eyes. “So, are you saying yes?”

“To what?” I whisper, hoping against hope.

“To kissing you. I’d very much like you to be my first in some things, this is one of them.”

“No.” His face falls and he backs away. “I mean yes! Of course I mean yes, the no is for me mentally.” He looks confused but relieved. “I’m telling myself no tongues.”

“Don’t do that, let me feel your tongue please.” I’m in his lap in seconds. “Perfect.” He whispers, tracing my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. “Soft and no doubt sweet, time to taste.” As he tilts my chin up, my eyes close. When his lips touch mine, my heart melts, and for the first time ever, I swoon!

BRIAN

I tongue his mouth open, we both moan as the kiss deepens. I snicker as he takes my hands and puts them firmly on his butt. I pull him closer. His cock presses against my stomach, like mine, it’s throbbing.

As we kiss, I’m relieved he's just stroking my face. If he touches me anywhere else, I will explode. He pushes slightly, I lay us down and my happiness starts to bubble. Yes, I’m gay. Deep down I’ve always known this, but until this man, I’ve never acted on it. However, with this man, right here, I feel I can finally fall in love.

CHAPTER 12 - THEY ARE AS SORRY AS THEY ARE FORGIVING

JUSTIN

He has the most amazing hair and he smells incredible, though the best thing about him right now is his mouth, which is making me dizzy. Dizzy with want, need, the whole shebang, I could do this, just this, forever. God help me when we make love.

“Mmm. Mmm.” I groan. Slowly he lifts his head. We stare for a second or two before smiling. He nips my chin, the feeling shoots down to my toes before settling in my stomach, bubbling nicely. I groan when he resumes kneading. “Stop. Please.”

“Keep them there?”

“You’d better.” 

“So I’m gay.” He looks very happy.

“You are? What a relief!” I tease, he pinches my nose “How long have you known?” He looks thoughtful, then adjusts us so that we’re on our side, facing each other, one arm cradling my head the other around my waist. I’m not sure what I feel about that but I like it. “Well?” 

“Always, deep down, but with my Mom being the way she was, I repressed it. Then after I came here, I couldn’t any longer.”

“I see, I think. Couple of questions. You been hit on? And why come out now? Not that I’m complaining!” 

His snickering ruffles my fringe, he smooths it back down. “A few times when I was in Belle du Jour, the bar in New York, politely declined. A guy kissed me before Emmett, caught me by surprise, although I didn’t exactly fight him off. As for why now, because I shared a bed with you.”

“Bed sharing? I thought you’d say because you wanted to kiss.”

“Nope. I never share personal space, you made me comfortable enough to do that. I don’t mean that in a boring, humdrum way. Kissing confirmed that you make me feel this way.” I reach for his hand and breathe deep. “Don’t say something you don’t feel. This is about me. I’m happy to finally be me.”

“You held me.” I whisper. “When you held me, after she insulted my Mom, I don’t know what I felt, but it felt good.”

“So let’s just go with it.” He kisses my forehead, before scowling when my phone rings. 

“What's that for? It’s Sidney.”

“Please don't answer.” I pause my reach. “Send it to voicemail. If it’s him, he’ll leave a message.” I frown as no message is left. “Call him back. Bet he neither picks up nor does it go to voicemail.” I do it and he’s right. It just rings before cutting off. 

“That’s odd. Not sure why he's doing that.”

“I don’t think he is. Remember Michael’s changed his ringtone to match Sidney’s?” My response of growling, then tossing it back onto the table, makes him smirk. “Want some cheesecake?”

“Cheesecake? When? Where?” 

“Fridge, whilst you were napping, it relaxes me.”

I drag him to the kitchen with the boys following. “How long have you been a baker?”

“Since forever, another thing I kept quiet.” He takes out a delight that I want to smoosh my face into and a covered bowl. “Margarita with tequila strawberries.” He chuckles at my hovering fork. “On top and around the side before you dig in.” After I dress our plate, I peruse him slowly. “What?”

“I think we’re going to be just perfect for each other. You like baking cheesecake, and I love eating cheesecake.”

“It’s a very good start. Grab them and let’s watch another set of people who love cheesecake, though you might not have heard of them.”

“The Golden Girls?” I return his beam. “You set up, I’ll grab the quilt and more wine!”

When he leaves the kitchen, humming, I look down at the boys. “I think he’s the one.” As they trot tails wagging after him, I hope and pray that I’m right!

DINER - TWO DAYS LATER

MICHAEL

I’ve been relegated to the front tables. Ma said that the booths aren’t for liars and traitors. I’m waiting for Lindsay. Uncle Vic enters with a stern faced woman. He, like Ma, is ignoring me. I don’t see what they’re upset about, I didn’t do anything to him. Justin, I can almost understand, but as usual I explain it once we’re alone.

“Hey, you look how I feel.” I’m startled by Lindsay sitting down. “Mr Grassi dropped me off.” I don’t understand her miserable expression. “I got another fine, but at least I’ve got a driver out of this ridiculousness.” She signals Kiki, who glares at us then turns her back. “What’s her problem?”

“Another friend of his mother.” I gripe and stand. “We’re in the self-service section.” I add, gesturing towards the counter. “Don’t suppose you’ve heard from Brian?”

“No.” She returns although she seems slightly happier. “I’ve flooded his voicemail with messages, it’s now full. And I will keep filling it.”

“I’ll tell him so he knows he can delete and continue to ignore you.” Emmett drawls. “I would caution you against ringing Justin again, Michael, since he’s also pissed at you for switching your ringtone. So pissed in fact, he’s most likely going to be buying a new phone. Might tell Brian to do the same.” He strides to the booth, Ma and Uncle Vic join him, their glaring means he’s dumped me in it again. Before I can unnecessarily explain, Ted and Blake arrive, hand in hand and smiling. “What’s got you two all giddy as kitties on catnip?” 

“We have gossip to share!” Ted declares.

“Come closer, someone doesn’t need to know!” Uncle Vic declares, seconds later they’re whispering and giggling, I’m fuming as I love a bit of gossip.

“Oh, finally!” Ma exclaims. “So what’s holding you up?”

“Who said there’s a hold up?” Emmett laughs. “And there’s our new couple!”

We turn to the door. Daphne is coming in with a beefy guy, followed by Brian and Justin. They all sit in the booth. Uncle Vic hands Brian an envelope. He speaks to Ma, before he and Justin leave. More filthy looks are cast our way.

DINER OFFICE 

JUSTIN

All shopping was forgotten when Ted called the next morning. Turned out that he asked a forensic accountant to look at the books for the store. Lucky for Michael, there’s nothing there apart from the sneakiness with the last injection. Brian, however, has been upset and quiet about something. And I found out an important thing about him. When he’s brooding, leave him alone. Do not badger, it makes it worse - something my sister dear keeps forgetting. He needs to process it by himself. He'll come out of it, but give him time to do so. We’re the opposite in that respect, which made him roll his eyes and mutter: really, you don’t say. Yeah, I get furious and spark off for a bit, then when I’m calmer I can deal with it, but I have to get good and mad first.

“Need a hug.” He says quietly, with a smile, I gather him in and stroke his back, he tosses the envelope on the desk then rests his head on mine, breathing deeply.

“Ready to talk?” 

“We need to teach them a very harsh lesson.”

“No complaints from me, what have they done to warrant this, I mean apart from what’s gone on before? Also, what’s in there?”

“Papers for the van. Michael’s signing it over to me, after you’ve persuaded him of course. As for her, when Dad was dying, Mom agreed to divorce him, but she persuaded her not to.”

“Why? Want to sit?”

“I’d rather not have Debs walk in and find me in your lap.” He’s lost a bit of his pissedoffedness. “We’ve been in here long enough I think.”

“You can sit for as long as you want tonight. But again, why?”

“Mom was a wife when it was to her benefit. She didn’t care for him during his illness, so got someone else to do that.” He puts his fingers to my lips. “I went to see Elizabeth, she was the someone. We three got close, always kept in touch. I’m the opposite, except I’m trying to be more like my Dad. He was up front in his emotions, and if he didn’t like you, you’d know it. He detested Lindsay. Apparently, he told her that. Said he would do everything he could to persuade me never to be anything more than friends, and even that was too much for him to bear. She told Mom that he and Elizabeth were having an affair and wanted to be together freely. They weren’t. She also added the money fuel to the fire, immediately divorce was off the table. Mom never told him why, just said she changed her mind because of her beliefs.”

“Wow. I, I just, I, wow! How did Elizabeth find out?”

“She heard Lindsay telling Dad.”

“Why didn’t she tell you?! You said you three were close.”

“It was at his graveside. Before she could say anything, Lindsay's Mom got sick, so I helped her through that, just like she helped me.” 

“If your words were water, I’d have drowned in sarcasm.” I quip, and squeeze. He reciprocates. “So how’d you find out, and what do you want to do?”

“I called Elizabeth, wanting to visit. When I told her why I was here and with whom, she said no and hung up.” I nod, remembering his hurt and confusion, then him leaving quickly after. “Finally, she let me in, then railed, asking how I could forgive what she’d done.” There’s a gleam in his eye that sends shivers down my spine. “So I say let’s forgive them.” He growls so deeply, I begin to think about how good it would feel for him to be passionately mad at me like that! “What are you thinking? Your eyes lit up!”

“Nothing.” I bluster, he tilts up my chin, his eyes narrowing, I start to blush, he starts to grin.

“Is it hot, and for just you and I?”

“A little.” I squirm. “And yes.”

“In that case, think on.” 

“We’re not really forgiving them though?” 

“Of course not.” He stops my next question with a kiss, before winking and grabbing the envelope. “Ready for this?” I nod.  “Good. But first we need to send Daph and Vic a text.”

LINDSAY

We're feeling but trying not to look smug. As I've always maintained, we know our best friends! They were just playing to their new audience. Brian even said he would speak to Uncle George about getting my fines back! Michael is also chipper because the halfbreed has agreed to go out with him on Friday evening, to some place called Babylon. Naturally, the gorgon and simpletons are going to be tagging along. Brian and I will be reconnecting on a much deeper level and in private.

I look across at the gorgan, enjoying how peeved she’d been when Brian declared that we should all forgive and forget and start anew. Have to admit, the guy she’s with is very good looking. Even better, I caught him looking at me whilst she was fawning over Brian. 

“Okay, so it’s agreed then, we’re all going on Friday night to Babylon?” Emmett declares. 

Michael and I look at each other. “Uh, sorry, Emmett, it’s just me and Jus going. You will have to make your own plans.” 

“Michael.” He almost melts under the halfbreed’s touch. “Ems has apologised. Besides, this will be the only time he gets to go socialise before we’re swept into the shows and events, let them come.”

“Oh, alright, only because you asked so nicely, Jus.”

“Tin.” Vic corrects him coldly. “You’ve never used his Mom’s nickname for him before, don't do that now.”

“He doesn’t mind, do you, Jus?”

“He might not, but having heard it’s history now, I do. So when we're with you two, use his proper name.” Brian drawls, looking flinty eyed over his coffee. 

“Honest, Brian, it’s fine. He can call me Jus as long as I can call him Gooch.”

“Aww, your first endearment for me!” Michael grins. “I’m happy with that, where’s it from?”

“West Indies, it means friend.” He grins back at him.

“For a man.” Brian turns to me. “For a woman it would be Punani. What do you think, Lindz, would you be my Punani?”

“I insist upon it.” I lean across and kiss his cheek.

“That’s great! Now I don’t know about you, Punani, I don’t have anything remotely clubbing like, so shall we go shopping?” 

“I don’t actually! Yes, let’s! You know how much we love shopping together!” 

“Me and Jus love shopping together too!” Michael laughs. “Though the way he’s dressed most of the time, you’d never think it!” I jab him in the ribs when the stares turn to glares. “I was joking, Jus knows that!”

“Gooch is right. 90% of the time I look like the littlest hobo! I’ve got no clothes either. So how many cabs do we need to grab?”

MICHAEL

“No cabs.” The woman who followed Uncle Vic in declares. “Madam Peterson is to travel with me at all times. Her Uncle doesn’t want his most precious cargo to leave my sight.”

“Please call me Lindsay.” The woman shakes her head, making Lindz, as she insisted I call her when they were off sulking, blush then shrug. “Who else is coming with Brian and I? There’s enough room for two more people?”

“Me and Jus!” She sighs heavily before nodding.

“Nope. Just you Michael.” Brian declares, making me frown. “Justin and I need to talk business still, to which, despite you being my partner, you’re not privy to.” He stands up and holds out his hand, Lindz is looking put out. “Keys to the van.” Whilst I boil inside as I hand them over he smiles at Ma. “Thanks for getting him to clean it out for me, Debs.”

“Oh, no problem.” Ma smirks, no doubt remembering how she, Kiki and one of the Bear Doms she knows, stood over me until I had done it to their satisfaction. Which took four attempts, my hands were red raw and so dry after!  “You want me to be there on Friday to cook some pre-gaming food?”

“Could you? And Vic, can you take us and bring us back? Obviously, you guys can stay overnight. In fact, why don’t you all do that, there’s plenty of room. That’s not a problem is it, Justin?”

“Not a problem.” Jus drains his coffee.

“The rest of you guys are with me.” Uncle Vic orders. “As for Friday, myself and Flick, here, will be on hand.

“Who’s all?” Lindz asks.

“Well, everyone in this booth, and, oh, hi, Ben!” Jus calls, so I turn around.

Ben is utterly gorgeous! I hold his gaze when he’s introduced, he doesn’t look away. “What’s happening?”

“We’re planning a night out in Babylon, you up for it?” Drew asks.

“Yep. Come on, you’ve had your break. Let’s go, we’ll see you guys on Friday. He has my number, so get him to give me a call to let us know where to meet.” He ushers Drew ahead of him. When he gets to the door and turns and salutes, his eyes linger on me.

“Well, let’s go and shop.” Daphne declares, standing up.

“It’s a shame that you won’t be there on Friday, Daphne.” I smile.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss Friday for anything.” She returns, rolling her sleeves up. “Will this be okay?”

“Perfectly fine.” Ma laughs as she inspects the bracelet. Again, I boil, especially when she asks if she should get earrings to match. “Yes, yes you should, maybe get Gooch and Punani to help.”

“Maybe. Maybe.” She gloats.

As we leave, I forget her snottiness and nudge Lindz, her smile is equally wide. “The next thing we need to get is keys, don’t you think?” 

“To say the least.” She giggles as we follow them to the parking lot. 

“There’s just one more thing.” I murmur before clearing my throat. “Jus, before you go, Ben mentioned that you have his number. Give it to me and I’ll call him for you instead.”

“I’m the him who has Ben’s number.” Emmett snarks. “So that’s the end of that conversation, isn’t it?”

“Come on, Ems, let’s go.” Daphne calls out from inside the car. “I’ll text Justin where we’re going to be. Flick, you follow us, but if we lose each other in traffic, we’re going to Ross Park Mall.” 

INSIDE VIC’S CAR - TEN MINUTES LATER

DAPHNE

I put away my phone with a smile. It widens at the puzzlement radiating around the car. “Let me explain Brian to you. His personal and business persona are diametrically opposed. The other reason Lindsay wants him so bad is because of his wallet. He’s worth just shy of $80 million, she thinks it's about twelve, which is enough for her grasping pincers.” I return the grin from Vic, as we’ve been talking. “I first met him over two years ago, but only worked for him for the last six months.”

“Why?” Blake frowns as does Ted, the latter won’t be when I say my next piece.

“Because one of his major clients are Abernorth and Richards.” 

“What?!” Ted gapes. “That’s nowhere on the financial information that we gathered!”

“Who are they?” Blake tucks his arm into Ted, they are too cute!

“A bunch of asshole bigots. They hate Gays, Blacks, Women, the Disabled, you name them, they hate them! Have to say, he’s gone way down in my estimation that he deals with them.”

“He doesn’t deal with them. He owns them.”

“That’s it! I want nothing more to do with him, neither will Justin!” Ted declares.

“He asked for a place on the board when he signed them. They were only too happy to oblige. Who wouldn’t want a good Catholic man from great Irish stock, seemingly with the same views as them. In fact, they were so comfortable with their views, that on the day I was being interviewed one of the good ole boys called me Kunta Kinte, literally a minute before I was called into HR. Needless to say, the interview tanked.” The humiliation still burns. “However, that evening I got a phone call. It was Brian, apologising for how they treated me, and asking if I ever wanted to interview again to come back. Two years later, I returned. The first thing he did was take me to them to say that as per their agreement, he’s decided to exercise the option for them to buy him off the board. One of the rednecks remembered me and asked what Kunta was doing here? I didn’t understand it either and was all set to walk when he said: you have to buy my seat from her whilst negotiating with me, starting price $75 million.”

“What?! He, wow, he put them in your name?!” Ted exclaims. 

“Yep.” I beam. “On paper I own that company. As the redneck’s have found out, he’s a ruthless barbarian. Brian and Justin want us to play along with the we’re all friends together shtick, his last text said this is business. No matter what they say and do, let Gooch and Punani grab all the feels they want.”

“Did you see how smug they looked over their nicknames!” Blake grumbles.

“Oh, let them. By the way, he says thanks, Vic!”

“Anytime. It took everything to keep a straight face. Kiki and I were on double death grip duty, keeping Debs quiet.” Vic chuckles as he adjusts his sunglasses. “Go ahead and tell them, Daph.”

“Gooch is slang for the perineum, and Punani is slang for vagina.” I snort at their dropped jaws. “Like I said, badass barbarian.”

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CHAPTER 13 - BUSINESS LEADS TO PLEASURE

BRIAN'S VAN, BACK SEAT - TEN MINUTES LATER

BRIAN

He is definitely teasing. The van is filled with the scent of sugar plum and vanilla. He dips his pinky finger into the lip mask before slowly dabbing it across his mouth. "Want some?" He waves it at me.

"Thank you, but for the safety of both our lives and your virtue, I will decline."

"Pity." He murmurs, looking in the side mirror and fixing his hair. "Okay, I want a promise to at least try on the stuff I pick out?"

"Same for you?"

"They have to be nightclub appropriate." He swipes some gum, then holds a piece to my lips. I make sure I catch his finger, swirling my tongue. "What shoes are you wearing?"

"Got some Prada boots."

"Oh, what season?" He titters at my look. "Just checking, lace up or side zip?"

"Zip, oxblood, round toe, got the sweetest on point lining in purple." He's impressed. ‘Customised them."

Before we can continue, Daph flashes up on my phone wanting to facetime. He swats my hand away with a censorious look, I mouth apologies and focus back on the road. "Hey, beautiful, you guys alright?" She beams.

"We're good, what are you drinking?" He replies.

"Mimosas!" Emmett trills. "We've called ahead, we're going to have a personal shopping session in Gucci for the rest of the afternoon, whilst it's practising game faces for Friday!" 

GUCCI PERSONAL SHOPPERS FLOOR - TWO HOURS LATER

LINDSAY

Now this is more like it! I settle against the cushions and survey the racks as the assistant wheels in two more. 

"Excuse me!" I call.

"Yes ma'am." He remains by the door.

"Come closer, I don't want the whole floor to know our business!" I order, he doesn't move. "I said come closer!"

"There is nobody on the floor but yourselves. What else do you need?" 

"These to be separated out by who picked them then placed in changing rooms."

"I will do that once I've got the rest of their choices." He turns heel and sweeps away.

"That was rude of him, you should complain," Michael states as I retake my seat. 

I nod but am annoyed, as Brian should be the one defending me. However, he's working on the other side of the room with the gorgan, as are the half breed and the simpleton. Now that is something that I'm intrigued by. Whilst in penury, I did a bit of research. Being someone with an artistic flair, I was surprised that his daubings are of a very high standard. 

"Brian, what about the show, will you still come?" The simpleton twitters.

"What show is this?" Michael demands.

"What other show is there? Justin's first of this season is in two weeks."

Season?! My goodness, how pretentious!

"Unfortunately, me and Brian will be back in New York at a gala dinner that evening." I reply, smiling my say-no-smile at Brian, he's not looking my way.

"What evening?" The gorgan asks as she scrolls. "He's got a couple of things on the 17th, a GD and sponsoring."

"It's then." The simpleton sighs.

"Not sure what GD is, but the sponsoring is Justin's show," Brian replies without looking up. "I have to be there for that, sorry can't help with GD, Daph. Hermione had her own shorthand for stuff." 

"Yeesh, that's very polite of you." She snorts like a pig, which makes Brian smile at her like he's indulging a cute toddler, when he should be correcting her many tantrums.

"Brian, the GD is the gala dinner. I asked Hermione to block that off specifically."

"Well, you should've spoken to me, since I'm in charge of his diary." Daphne retorts. "Justin's show takes precedence over it."

"Hold on, Daph." Finally, Brian turns to me. "Punani, is that the Asteridge Dinner."

"Yes, it is."

"Ah, she's right, Daph, I do have to go to that."

"So sorry, Justin. Emmett won't be able to attend. And Daphne, after this, let's go through Brian's diary to make sure all our social events are in there."

"Nope. You send me a list, I talk to Brian, he tells me what to put in."

"Uncle George, what are you doing here?!" I get up to greet him. Frustratingly, my kiss lands on thin air, and the arm patting makes me feel like a puppy. 

"Getting my gladrags sorted out as well. I'm coming on Friday, you are all my guests, of honour." 

"Friday? Guests of honour? I don't understand, Uncle George."

"It's very simple, dear." He pats, I itch to claw either his eyes or hand. "Babylon is mine, well until Friday. The soon-to-be new owner has agreed that I can have one last hurrah."

"If I'd known you owned Babylon, I would never have paid to get in!" Michael jokes, I smile, but everyone else is stony-faced.

"If I'd known you were going, you'd never have gotten in!" Uncle George retorts. Now everyone is wreathed in smirks. Why do they dislike Michael? I find him a delight, an ingenue, who needs protecting. "So, who's - oh no, no way, no how, not now. You four, stop working."

"We just need to do this one thing." The gorgon smiles at him. "Well two, a proper hello from you then this diary bullcrap." I fume as he warmly embraces her then does the same to Brian, the half-breed and simpleton. "So, how are we going to do this?"

"Hers was there first. George, we've got a clash between Justin's first season show and the Asteridge Dinner on the 17th." Brian explains. Although smarting from my uncle's chilliness towards me, I'm warmed by Brian putting me first.

"Ah, I see. Right. Give me a minute." He pulls out his phone. "May I speak to Claudia Asteridge, please, it's George." My heart races, he knows Claudia Asteridge! "Ah darling, how are you and yours? Grand, just grand. Reason for the call, the dinner, did we agree on a new date? I know it was going to be on the 17th, but with Ronald and everything, it slipped my mind." He nods and smiles, whilst looking at the iPad she has in her claws. "Hang on, darling, let me get my diary, this would make things easier, Justin, you as well."

Soon they're huddling around the desk, the simpleton imposing himself, of course, Michael's told me he's very nosy. Michael and I exchange disgusted looks. After five minutes of muttering and giggling, he finally says goodbye. 

"And the end result of that conversation is?" Michael asks, having been as unimpressed as I. Also, no doubt, still smarting from the earlier remark. "This workaholic side of Brian is all I've seen and is rubbing off on Justin, not in a good way. There's a time and a place, I don't think this is it."

"Gooch, you're right, we apologise." The half-breed calls over his shoulder. "So we need to get tuxedos as well, unless you have one, Brian?"

"He does. I got it for him two years ago. It's a Hawkes & Curtis, one of the UK's finest tailors."

"He can't wear that." Uncle George declares. "This Asteridge Dinner is celebrating everything Italian and French, so we all have to dress accordingly, but that's not for another month, we can get them nearer the time. Now come on, let's try on these threads!" He strides out. I squeeze Michael's hand and quickly follow.

"Uncle George! Uncle George, wait a moment!" He stops with a sigh before folding his arms. "I just wanted to check that I understand some things. You're going to be at the Asteridge Dinner?"

"Yes, we go every year. Obviously, when your father took sick, Justin went as his representative, but we're all going this time. Can we walk and talk? Judging by those racks I've got a lot of catching up to do."

FORTY MINUTES LATER

MICHAEL

I totally understand why she was upset. I've spent the last ten minutes comforting her, which again, Brian should be doing, but he's too busy trying to get Justin's attention. Pathetic really. George got the dinner moved, which is fine because I get to go as Justin's date. Less fine is that Daphne, Emmett, Ted, and Blake are all going too. I just can't seem to go anywhere without them now. I'm also not happy about Brian being the sole sponsor of Justin's next seven shows. Seems to have been part of the deal that Ronald had, which he is determined to honour. An admirable quality, I guess, but again, this means they'll be spending more time together, and without me. I'm still annoyed that Sidney said I can't be in meetings, which, considering I'm going to be marrying Justin, is ridiculous. Once we're married, the first thing I'll insist on, is that he no longer works with Sidney.

"Right, now that everything is finally settled." Ted glares at us as if we're at fault. So unfair. "Let's try them on, from the back changing room it's Lindsay, Michael, George, Blake, me, Daphne, Justin, and finally Brian. Racks are in so let's go. Now only put stuff on the rack if you're going to buy it! We're not having a long-ass session of dress-up. Remember, Debs is doing Italian chicken, hot dogs with sauerkraut or kimchi and fries." He snickers at the fist-bumping that Blake does, I can't stand either of them if I'm honest, or Emmett, they just get in the way all the time. "Oh, and whipped lemonade."

"Whipped lemonade, what the hell's that?" Justin frowns, Ted points at Brian. "I take it you're the one to answer that."

"I am, but then it wouldn't be a surprise." He laughs, then looks at that watch, which almost sets Lindsay's angry tears off again. "Let me know when I can call her to make it."

"I can call my Ma for that!" I retort, fed up with his pushiness.

"She asked Brian to call when we're ready to leave." Uncle Vic snaps. "As she doesn't want to speak to you!"

"Let's go!" George orders, so we head to the changing room.

TEN MINUTES LATER

BRIAN

That's the second stop-it text I've had to send to Daph and Justin as they guffaw at the futile attempts of Punani and Gooch to see what we're wearing. To make sure we match sartorially was one reason she gave. Between Vic and Flick, they've been kept well away. 

I admire the jeans Justin picked, but something's not quite right. "Ah, shit!"

"What's wrong?" Justin calls out.

"Wrong size. Can you remember where these were?"

"They're the correct size, put them on!" Justin declares.

"They're going to be too small." 

"Put them on!" He orders.

"Fine." I grouse, whilst relishing the silky feel as they glide up my legs, I do up the button fly and face the mirror. "Absolutely not!" I gasp.

"Now what?!" He grumbles.

"You can see my DNA in them!" 

"Brian, let me see!"

"Lindsay, go back inside, Justin can help him!" George shouts. The slamming of the dressing room door is music to my ears. "Justin! Go help him, my boy!" 

"Okay, Uncle George!" He replies, softly tapping seconds later. "Coming in, ready or -" He stares at me. "Not." 

LINDSAY

I'm straining to hear. I can't even look out as Flick is blocking my view. This is so frustrating, but of course with Uncle George here and fines looming, I have to be a good girl! I glare at my ringing phone, it's Melanie Marcus again, she can wait! 

"Justin! Is everything okay?" The gorgan barks.

JUSTIN

"Yeah, it's fine!" I reply.

That's an understatement, as it's more than fine. He looks so beautifully bashful and seriously sexy in those jeans, and just them. However, it's the way he's looking at me that's making me hot and bothered. "You're going to wear this?" He strokes the collar of the shirt he picked. 

"As long as you're wearing them." I return. "They're perfect, just perfect."

"Fuck it and them!" He growls, pinning me against the mirror. My legs whip around his waist, hands go in his hair. He pulls my shirt up - skin meets skin, and a full-on pash-out begins. We're moaning, tongues are lashing, teeth not clashing, a button pings off and a hand is in my pants.

"Brian." I nip his ear; he bites my neck. I almost faint as he sucks on my skin, I return the favour. "We can't get off in the Gucci changing room."

"No, we can't. Pity!" He croaks, before swallowing hard. We disentangle, though remain close. 

"You're right, Justin, those hang perfectly. What do you think, Daph?" Ems calls. We blush as they're grinning at the doorway.

"They do." She looks over her shoulder. "Oh, Lindsay and Michael, you've finished already?"

"Yes." She returns, her tone full of frustration. "Excuse me, Flick, we'd like to get by."

"Glad you're finished, Lindsay, I need to have a word." Uncle George calls. Unlike her hiss of annoyance, our laughter is silent.

LINDSAY

By the time I get through Flick, Vic, and various other obstacles, Brian and Justin are on the sofa, with the simpleton and gorgon flanking them. "Yes, Uncle George."

"I've been speaking to Brian about your fines, and in the spirit of Glasnost, you won't be fined anymore, you have my word." 

"Oh, thank you, Uncle George, and, of course, Brian!" I enthuse, which he acknowledges with a smile. "To be clear, my fines total $160,000?"

"One hundred and sixty gees is a lot of tantrums, isn't it Ted?" I hold my breath, then almost hug myself when he nods. I've got an extra $30K on top from those supposedly astute businessmen, and there's no comeback to me because Ted agreed! 

My phone interrupts my glee. "Do you need privacy for that?" Sighing at Melanie calling again, I send her to voicemail. "No more money talk. We shouldn't keep Debs waiting. Everyone go to the cars; I'll be there shortly."

I link arms with Michael, and we follow on. "Are you looking forward to Friday?"

"Yes, it's been an age since Justin let his hair down with me." He grins. 

"Brian and I haven't gone out together for ages too. It will be nice. What's Babylon like?" I'm fascinated as he explains that it's a gay nightclub, but very high-end, as is to be expected for Uncle George to be the owner, though I don't understand why he would own such a place. "Uncle George is not the only person with connections, we'll be away from those four at the dinner."

"Great!"

As we get to the car, Flick doesn't open the door. "What are we waiting for?" I ask.

"Your Uncle George." She smirks, whilst our hearts sink.

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CHAPTER 14 - PUTTING HIM IN THE SPOTLIGHT AND THEM IN THEIR SUPPOSED PLACE

DINER - TWO HOURS LATER

DEBS

Gooch and Punani have those slappable mugs as they bask in their best friends' attention. I admired Daph's restraint when she was almost shoved into the counter as Lindsay got between her and Drew, and as for Michael's flirting with Ben, if it wasn't so stomach churning, I'd laugh! 

"Right, food is soon to be dished up!" I holler. 

"Oh, Debs, what's this whipped lemonade I heard of?" Punani smooths her hair behind her ear then strokes her neck. I almost gag.

"Yes, Ma, what is it?"

"This." Kiki brings them in. "There are three flavours, not telling yet."

"That looks like a milkshake." Punani frowns. "I don't like them."

"Neither do me and Jus, you know that." 

"Which is why you have a beer." I retort, putting it on the table. "And this is no ordinary milkshake, so let him make up his own mind. Lindsay, will you join him in the beer?"

"I'll have a beer, well unless Kiki, dear, can you get some champagne from around here?"

"No, dear, I can't." Kiki grits out before turning on a grin for our Littlest Hobo. "Well, taste it then!"

He takes a glass, scrutinises, then sips the tiniest of sips. "Justin." George rolls his eyes fondly. "Taste more than that!" 

"Have the right to spit." He demands, reminding me so much of Jen.

"Yes, yes." I chuckle.

He takes a mouthful, holds it, blinks, then swallows. "Oh, that is so good!" He wriggles and swirls his straw vigorously, then sucks hard. I look at Vic, who's watching Brian. He's lip biting. "That's guava, oh yeah, line another one of those up!" 

"Cool, the lighter pink's raspberry, and the yellow is lemon. Suck up, people!" I order, smirking at what's to come. "And these, vodka chasers, go with the milkshakes!"  

They exchange peevish looks. Michael subtly shakes his head, he knows better to mix his drinks in front of us. "Fuck me, who's growling?!" A sheepish Brian goes red. "Kiki, let's get them fed!"

LINDSAY

Debs and Kiki have now joined us, which means that Michael and I have to get our own beers whilst everyone else is served. It was when we were getting our second that Michael saw the vodka on the side, however, Flick got to it before we could. Now it's with George. 

"Miss Peterson!" Melanie shouts from the door. "I've had enough of you!" She stalks up to the counter and slaps a folder on the counter. "Find someone else to deal with your shit and settle our bill within thirty days!"

"Good!" I snap. "If anybody is owed money, it's me for putting up with your harassment!"

"Within thirty days or face consequences!" She growls. "I feel so sorry for anybody having to deal with an exasperating entitled eejit like you!" 

"You've had this coming!" I shout and throw my beer at her. Seconds later, I'm sliding to the floor, clutching my face while Melanie's climbing over the counter hurling threats and insults! 

GEORGE

I don't condone violence, however, that felt so good to watch! Vic and Brian have Melanie by the door. Michael, the brave soul, comes from under the counter, and between us, we help Lindsay up. Pulling her hand away, I gasp. Her eye is blackening. 

"Someone call the police!" She shrieks. "I'll have her licence and her liberty, she'll never work in law again!" 

"You attacked her first!" Kiki spits. "Then it was self-defence, since you were reaching for Michael's glass!" It shatters as she drops it. "So, if anybody is in trouble, it is you!" 

"Everyone quiet!" Justin shouts. "Mel, are you okay, apart from a sore fist and being soaking wet?"

"Fist is not sore, I've punched harder jelly! You can let me go, guys." Lindsay cringes as she approaches. "I won't press charges unless our bill is not settled, and you now have ten days."

"I will settle this, Mel, in the next hour. You go and get yourself cleaned up. I apologise for all that has happened." She smiles at him, Lindsay wisely keeps quiet. "Vic, can you take her home?" 

"Sure George. Wait, that's cashmere, isn't it?" He points at her suit, then looks at George.

"We'll replace that too. But before you go, Mel, what are you doing on Friday night?"

"Dealing with worthy causes." She glares at Lindsay, who shrinks further into Michael's embrace. 

"You're joining us at Babylon. You and Daphne will have a hootenanny of a time, please say you'll come?!" I plead. After a few seconds, she nods. "Great, swap numbers with her, and you'll meet us there." 

FIVE MINUTES LATER

LINDSAY 

My eye is no longer throbbing, but it looks repulsive. I can't believe how Uncle George took her side, now I have to suffer her company on Friday too, unless I persuade Brian against going entirely. Yes, that's what I'll do. 

"Uncle George, may I have a word, please?"

"Yes, come on, my dear, let's get that eye seen too." I lean on him, finally some bloody comfort! He puts me in the chair in the office and finds the first aid kit. "I can't see any cuts or scratches, just a bruise. You poor darling." I shiver tearfully. "But at least we've avoided the unpleasant scandal of you being arrested." I mask my flabbergast with the compress and my compact. "Now here's what's going to happen. Whilst I'm going to settle the bill, you'll give me that money back."

"Of course, Uncle George." I simper, having no intention of doing so. "I don't know what came over me."

"It's in the past, let's concentrate on the future. When Ronald's estate is finally settled, all monies will be taken from your inheritance." 

I lower the compact. "My inheritance?"

"Yes, the fines and this bill have to come from somewhere, and that's it."

"But, but you said that there would be no more fines." I gasp.

"And there won't be. You just need to settle the previous ones, can't believe you racked up $160,000, and in such a short time too. I'll leave you to finish the clean-up. Will let Ted know how much to deduct."

I glare at the closed door. "How is any of this fair?! This is another fuck up of Brian's to fix. He should've corrected my mistake. Michael's been more of a best friend than him!"

TEN MINUTES LATER

TED

Because of Gooch trying to sit on Justin's face, we couldn't whoop and holler at George's announcement of how much she owes. It was Brian's idea to see how honest she would be, especially if she thought that she'd get it back, so if she said anything over the $80K she'd been slapped with, he said to round up at will. Mel's bill was a fortuitous coincidence, and at only $20K, her petard has been hoisted to the tune of a quarter mil! I can't wait for her reaction to where the fine is going!

"I got Ma to keep your food warm. How's the eye, Lindz?" Michael's doing his caring shitshow, exactly like he was with Jennifer. I wonder what he wants from his new pal! "You're still coming to Babylon, right?"

"Once I've had a good rest and found a decent MUA, you won't be able to tell. And yes, of course, I am, it will be nice to see how the other side parties."

"They party hard!" Daph giggles. "Although some need to stay away from cocktails!"

"Will you stop?!" Justin protests. "It was the drinks before the cocktails that did me over." 

"So what are the sleeping arrangements, Brian?" She perches and smoulders, much like a witch over her cauldron.

"You get ready at the hotel and meet us at Babylon," Brian replies. Her jaw drops. "Whilst we were working, Daphne had the great idea to use the house as a satellite office for Kinnetik." 

"What's wrong with the office in the hotel?"

"It's a waste of money to use that when I've got a house, and Justin doesn't mind sharing."

Her mind races to find a reason why this is not a good idea, then her bestie nudges her. "Why not come and help me in the store, Lindsay, it will give us an opportunity to get to know each other better. You know, since we're going to be family?" 

"I would need to think about it." She's lucky he doesn't pick up on nuances!

"Because now Brian and I are partners, I would need an office too, so where better than with him at Justin's house?"

And as I thought, here he comes!

BLAKE

"That's a grand idea, Gooch!" Brian enthuses. "So will you do it, Punani? It will give you something to do whilst I'm working." He reaches for her hand. "I worry about you being alone in a strange city."

What the frick fracking hell is he doing is, I imagine, what everyone else is internally screaming!

"In that case, yes, Michael, I'll do it."

"You promise, I mean it, please give me your word. It will ease my mind." 

"I cross my heart and hope to die." Her tinkling laugh coupled with his gurning is making me bilious!

"Great! Now we just need to discuss space. Don't we, Emmett?" Brian continues.

"Yes, yes, we do. What are you two doing on Monday?" He asks the gormless guppies. I risk surreptitious glances, looks like Emmett and Brian seem to be the only ones in the know. "You can come and pick a suitable spot."

"That's great, really good. Daphne, will we three go to lunch, get to know each other better, since we're starting anew?" 

"Yes, we shall." She smirks. Ah, she knows too - ooh wait till I get Teddy alone, he's lip twitching, so he's definitely on the inside! 

"Actually, whilst we're all here, can we discuss the Asteridge Dinner?" George looks around the booth. "Debs, I've got your ticket, of course. Now Flick, are you sure I can't persuade you to persuade Vic to come? I know it's not quite your thing, but with everyone here assembled coming, maybe for one night it could be?" She rolls her eyes then nods. "Great, so Brian, how are you going to handle this? Will you follow the format of the first season show?"

"I'm not sure, it's something that Justin and I would need to discuss. It might not be right for the evening."

MICHAEL

"When are we shopping for that, Jus? Daphne, let's talk diaries, you can manage mine now that Brian and I are partners." I'm enjoying this so much, time she was put in her just-a-PA place! 

"In a couple of weeks, after the first show. As for the dinner, I shall speak to Claudia - she's yet to pick the ones she wants me to show - then we can talk about logistics."

"The ones she wants, what do you mean?" I frown. "Are you going to be working that evening?"

"Not exactly, the dinner is in his honour." Emmett smirks.

"Oh, Justin, that's wonderful! Is there anything that I can help you with?!" Lindsay smiles. I'm glad she's warming up to him a bit! It's going to be hard for me to act as a go-between when we're married, especially since I've decided that the best way to stop his association with Sidney is to move to New York.

"And Daphne will be far too busy to be doing any diary management for you, Michael, but she's come up with a rather ingenious idea. She's going to get Manning to come over and help you both."

Lindsay is beaming, so whoever this Manning person is, it's someone that's better than Daphne. 

OFFICE, LINDSEY'S BROWNSTONE - LATE EVENING

MANNING

I reread the residency contract, it's there clear as day - as is her signature - if the Brownstone is unoccupied for a period of six weeks or more, then the mortgage becomes payable by Lindsay, and I know for a fact that she can't afford the payments of a quarter mil a month! So she will have to sell up - and having spoken to a fucked off to the nth degree now ex-attorney, he's got a buyer lined up for a nice quick sale!

Now, all I have to do is keep her in Pittsburgh, and nothing will give me greater pleasure!

CHAPTER 15 - JEALOUSY ALL AROUND

MICHAEL’S STORE - FRIDAY MORNING

LINDSAY

To say that we’re unhappy is an understatement! If Emmett and Daphne think they’re keeping the peace, they're mistaken. We, however, are being bigger and better people and not rising to their baiting. 

“We need to get back to our day. You said you’d have signed it by now, Michael.”

“I know what I said, Emmett. However, this is for a space in Ted’s building, not at Justin’s house. We agreed that’s where our office should be based.” 

“As I’ve said, Michael, this has changed since there's now no room at their home. All his paintings are there, which takes precedence over you.” Daphne smirks, then frowns as she surveys the store. “And whilst we're here, the inventory list, please.”

“Inventory list? What do you want that for?” I ask. Michael scowls as he boots up his computer. “Wait, Michael. As his manager in this enterprise, I need to know what you’re going to do with it.” 

“My job as the Executive Assistant to the senior partner in this enterprise. He’s asked me to collect it, so that he can check what Michael is attempting to source will run a profit for them.”

“What do you mean, Daph?” Emmett looks around, tisking as he blows the fluff off his fingers. “You need to dust. From what I’ve observed, from the way he dresses and how he is at their place, Brian likes it clean, tidy and structured, this isn't. This would be a tasklet for you, Lindsay, since you’re the subordinate in this, um, enterprise.”

“No it wouldn’t!” I fume. “Manning will be doing that kind of thing, it’s part of his skillset!” 

“How could you forget to Ems, she doesn’t do drudgery, just drudge.” We turn to a sneering Melanie Marcus, why the hell is she here?! “Can we speed this along, what exactly is the hold up?”

“They've not signed the contract for the office space, and now there’s lollygagging over the inventory list. Brian wants to check it against the wishlist he has.”

“Brian has a wishlist for that kind of thing?!” Emmett gasps. 

“Fuck no, he's no Pude! It’s most likely Michael’s!” Mel scoffs then frowns. “Please tell me I’m right? He can't have another flaw, the first one being her bestie.”

“Definitely Michael’s!” I suppress my delight that Mel’s taking the potshots that we can’t, since we’re being peacekeepers! “Ted found it when doing the audit. He’d noticed that some of the more exclusive or somewhat elusive titles and items had been purchased but yet not sold. He wants me to ensure this no longer happens.” 

I’m not sure what the look Emmett gives Michael is about. 

“So the paperwork, which Mel’s happy to witness, right?” In answer to Daphne’s carping, Mel approaches with her pen poised. “Great, so let’s get this done, then we can leave you in peace.”

DAPH

“Mel, what’s a pude?” Emmett asks sweetly, or not judging by that grimace from Michael. 

“Will explain in a second.” She goes steely eyed then snaps her fingers. I relish his sigh of defeat and Punani’s pinched look. We wait quietly, not wanting them to use any more reason for delay. “Excellent. Now a pude is what the collectiblers et comickers call an adult male who is overly obsessed with that realm, to the point of creepiness.”

“It’s highly insulting!” Michael fumes. “Just because someone is a long term collector, it doesn't make them creepy!”

I wink at Emmett, oh yes we have another nickname to add to our list!

“So we’ll see you two in Babylon tonight, around ten.” Emmett states, shaking out his jacket. “Next we come here, I'm wearing a hazmat suit! We’ll be in the booth on the 2nd floor.”

“It's not that bad!” Michael fumes, before the slug-brows go up. “We’re getting ready at Jus’s, Emmett, so we can all go together.”

“Sorry, didn't Justin tell you, Gooch?” I smile. Ems and I have agreed that I deal with him and he deals with her. Since each is slightly less annoying to the other, it helps with peacekeeping! “He’s got meetings till five. Also, Brian’s got a pitch meeting finishing at seven. Then we’ve all got to eat and get ready.”

“Why are you two getting ready there?” Lindsay demands.

“Three, us three are going to be there. Them, as they’re their assistants, who are, obviously, going to be in the meetings with them. And me, as I’m their new besties. Ergo, there’s no time or place for you two.” Mel is snide as she reads the inventory list. “Can I have Ted’s number, Daph?” I frown as I give her his card. “Hi, Ted it's Mel, how are you and the gorgeous Blake?” Michael and Lindsay scowl, I breathe deep, Blake is a cute little elfling. “Yes, I’m still coming.” More scowling. “Listen, Daph mentioned you found a wishlist, but the inventory didn’t match up. Could you send it to me, please? Thanks.” 

As she waits, she walks around nodding or frowning at what she sees. Its arrival coincides with her checking out a statue with a wry smile, this is replaced by an ever deepening frown. “Michael, where are they?” 

“What?” He grouses.

“The items on this list, which is last year’s.” His eyes pop. Whilst Ems turns his back on him, his shoulders shake. “I need to arrange for them to be moved. As the attorney in their partnership, I have to ensure that everything is accounted for. Also, print out the current list.”

“Attorney? When and why has Brian retained your services?” Punani pulls out her phone. “He never said anything to me.”

“That information is privileged, a bit like you, but nicer!” Mel snaps as she heads to the office. “Michael, are they in here, does this place have storage?” Flabbergasted, he shakes his head. “Well, go and get them. Lindsay, as the manager, but more importantly, to you, Brian’s best friend, you go too. After all, your job makes you as liable as Michael for anything which goes awry.”

“Hello all!” George trills as he enters. “Are we almost ready?”

“For what, George?” Michael looks so happy to see him, which is more likely for whatever respite he hopes to get from the sudden Mel-tsunami. “Mel, our business will have to wait, George comes first.”

“That's very noble of you Michael, but I’m here for Daphne and Emmett. Debs said they were here.” He beckons Mel closer and kisses her cheek. “I would've come across it but lord alone knows what’s lurking in those cobwebs!” He looks around again. “You two really should give this place a thorough cleaning up.”

LINDSAY

The door opening heralds the answer to that annoying refrain. “Manning! What took you so long? You were supposed to be here bright and early this morning, it’s nearly twelve!”

“Sorry, ma'am, there was the wait for the cab.”

“Cab? I thought we sent Vic to pick you up?” Daphne frowns. 

I suppress my grimace. When I heard that they were treating him like he was entitled to these kinds of perks, I was disgusted. He can’t be given things above his station!

“Oh, he did, it's just that Ma'am wanted me to collect some things from the hotel.”

“Of course she did.” Mel drawls. “What was so important that it needed him to fetch it for you?” I smile at Manning, counting on his discretion to not answer. My teeth gnash when he pulls out the item in question. “A lipstick? You’re kidding?”

“It’s Brian’s favourite shade on her.” Manning explains. “It was no problem.” I decide not to castigate him too severely once they’ve gone. “I had to go to Brian’s hotel office anyway.” My fists clench, he has a ghost of a smirk, no more gentle touch from me! “He asked me to as he had some papers that I had to give to Melanie.”

“George, when did Brian and Justin retain my services?“

“Last night around eleven. Why?”

“Judging by that buffalo’s petulant stance, she didn't believe that. Your confirmation might soften the blistering she gives Manning with her pude’s, sorry dude’s  encouragement.” 

EMMETT

I'm now in love with two women! 

Mel sighs crossly. “You guys get going, I’ll see you later, with the guava whipped lemonade. Just remember tight and short for Ben and Drew respectively.” Her grin turns into a sneer. “Now, Michael and Lindsay, you’re going to have a long and busy time with me today. As well as being a great attorney, I’m also an aficionado of comics and collectibles. I will know what I'm looking at. Manning, you and I will be working together to ensure this partnership works for all parties. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, Mel, I look forward to it.”

BRIAN’S HOME - EARLY MORNING 

KITCHEN

BRIAN

It had been excellent, disconcerting but excellent! Ben and Emmett hadn’t been apart all night. He took one look at him when he arrived at ours, which I still think of it as, and that was that. 

Punani had been glaring at Daphne and Mel for three reasons: thirdly because they were all over Drew, which was so undignified. Secondly, because Mizz Marcus, who she’s still irked I never told her about, kept them so long doing unnecessary admin, that she had to go in the first outfit that came to hand, which caused the primary reason for the glaring: the humiliation of wearing the same as Daphne, but looking like she copied her since she and Michael arrived after we did! Flick and Vic each got a $500 tip from Justin after she managed to take a photo and he got it sent over to the house! 

But then it wasn’t excellent, whilst I got to know the business in real time with George. Gooch monopolised Justin’s time, and if it wasn’t him it was every other guy there, well just one in particular! There was a brief moment that we were together, but that was only to stop me from going to the backroom, which annoyed me a little. By 2am I was such a mass of resentment, which only mounted when I wanted to go but Gooch used the tactic of honouring the memory of Jennifer to keep him there, that I left without saying goodbye to anybody. Mercifully, George kept Punani occupied, so she couldn't come with me!

I try not to check the time. “He might need something for energy.” I grumble from inside the fridge as I decide to make cupcakes. I almost drop the butter and eggs when he slams the front door. “Jesus, you startled me!” 

“Is your phone broken?!” He snaps, tossing his on the kitchen table. “I’ve been calling for the last hour.”

Him being pissy rankles. “It’s charging, did you want something in particular?”

“Yeah, for my fucking boyfriend to not have fucking left me there, especially with him! Want to tell me when the plan changed?!”

“When my fucking boyfriend wasn’t behaving like my fucking boyfriend, especially with him! Want to tell me when that plan changed?!”

“With who?!”

“Brandon.” I sneer. “He hasn’t seen you for ages! He wanted to reminisce and return the favour. Do you know how it felt to feel the same way as him?!”

“As, wait, what, as who?!”

“Gooch!” I seethe, slamming the butter down. “Everywhere you went, so did he!”

“You, you’re jealous of Brandon?!” He is stunned then angry. “He told you?!”

“Yes, he told me! And another thing, why did you stop me from going into the backroom?!”

“Because I wanted for us to go in as a couple, not just you to go in there, to, well you know.” He trails off quietly, I open my arms, he holds me tight, it feels great. “Daph was right.” I nod. “She told us to stop working and have time together just to decompress after such a busier than expected day.”

“Hmmm.” I fiddle with his collar, not wishing to ask, but also dying to know the answer.

“You grab wine and I’ll set the bath. We can talk there.”

BATHROOM - TWENTY MINUTES LATER

JUSTIN

I purr as he eases the knots in my shoulders. “Your skin is so soft. What do you use?”

“La Mer, all over.” He chuckles. “It was Dad who put me onto it. To say he was obsessed would not do him justice. He would be so disappointed if he didn’t get some for any day of significance, as he called them, and as soon as a new product came out he’d send us some.” Closing the shower curtain to shield the floor as he gets in behind me, I also peek - one happy bunny! “I’m jealous too, you know?” 

At his tapping, I turn, my cheeks pinkening. “Why are you jealous? You've, for want of a better word, lived more than me.”

“That's why. You get to have a wonderful experience of topping, because that’s who you are, which is more than I did.”

“I’m confused, aren’t you a top?”

“Versatile. Well a bit versatile - haven't bottomed but would like to. As for topping, I’ve not had that much actual sex, especially in these last few years. However, the two times I've done so haven't been great. Having to focus solely on the needs of a very bossy, and virgin, bottom was irritating, especially when he behaved like a headmaster giving a frigging test!”

“So that’s what he meant by returning the favour?”

“He’s such a rat bastard, who has absolutely no chance of that! Nor will the other guy!“ He looks so cute and relieved, I wrap my legs around him. “This is where we kiss and make up.”

“That it is, so who’s topping?” He drawls.

I gulp. “Now? You, you want to, I mean I don't have an issue with it!” 

“Hell yeah I do but not now, I mean this.”

I’ve never kissed in water before, the rippling coupled with the cocooning warmth, the occasional pop of a bubble and what he's doing to my mouth is the best ASMR ever. As he turns us, I’m resting in the crook of his elbows, our cocks gently rub together, his growl bounces off the walls. I run my feet down his butt and thighs, he nips my tongue, I nip back.

BRIAN

His sighing and moaning as our cocks brush against each other is music to every nerve ending, but as thrilled as I am to feel this, him calling me his boyfriend thrilled me more! Cradling him with one hand, I reach between us to take him with the other. He groans and throbs. I almost stop breathing when he does the same. Lifting my head, I see the answer in his eyes.

“Slow?” I murmur, he nods in agreement. “Kiss me.” 

JUSTIN

“I want to hear you.” I whisper. We start to stroke. Minutes later, we have to stop when throwing my head back means I go under. Whilst I cough and splutter, he snickers as he gets me upright. “Moan and groan, chant my name, don’t drown!” 

Giggling, I stand up and grab the towel. I pause when he licks my tip then slowly envelopes me into his heat.

“Brian.” 

“Hmm?” 

“I’m, it's gonna be quick if you con - oh cripes!” I yelp as he takes me deeper. His fingers ghost my balls, I widen my stance. He smiles up and starts to stroke my pucker, my hips take on their own dance. I can’t believe he’s doing this - and so brilliantly! 

BRIAN

I stroke and suck in tandem. His legs tremble and he twists my hair. “Oh yeah, so good, so good, so close! Oh no! Brian, stop please stop, I don’t want to!” 

For a split second, I’m humiliated and angry, then I get it. I let him go and wait. Carefully, he sinks to his knees, then back to his original position. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” I mutter into his ear. 

As we jerk each other off, he whispers what he's going to do to me when we make love. This combined with his touch have me exploding so hard I see stars, and when he cums seconds later, it’s the most erotic thing ever.

TURRET BEDROOM - TWO HOURS  LATER

JUSTIN

He's quiet as I adjust the curtains. The sun is slowly rising and the room’s bathed in a hazy golden glow.

After we finished in the bathroom, teasing each other over the amount we made and having a long shower, we decided to make this our room. It's huge with windows overlooking the front and back gardens. 

“Come back to bed. I’m cold.” Smiling as we spoon, I stroke his fingers. “I don't have one.”

“One what?” I yawn.

“Gag reflex.” He smacks his tongue. “Found out when I ate a whole banana.” 

“A whole one?!”

“I was hungry.” He giggles.

“Me neither.” I reply, shivering at his hotly whispered excellent. “And one more thing, you're much bigger than Brandon.”

“Let him know that.” 

“We will. The only question is how.”

“The back room?”

“Perfect.” I grin, then turn into his chest. “You know what else would be perfect?”

He kisses my forehead. “Come on, I’m not doing cupcakes whilst you stay in bed!”

CHAPTER 16 - MOVING IN TWO DIRECTIONS ONE WRONG AND THE OTHER RIGHT

MICHAEL’S HOME - LATE AFTERNOON

VIC

I look around and quietly fume. This place is a tip. I purse my lip at the rings marring the marble table. I remember when Jen, Ronald, Justin and I saw it in PerLora, one of the best furniture stores in the city. Ronald had queened out when Justin wanted to thrift source the stuff for his studio, although, when Justin saw the prices he almost walked out. At first, Ronald was thrilled that Michael managed to persuade Justin to stay. It was when he saw Michael thought he should be rewarded for that act of heroism with the table, Ronald brought the shopping to a swift end.

It was after Justin’s first show that we found out Michael got it by claiming that he had always, always wanted a marble table, but because of their low income, it would remain a pipe dream! Justin confessed that he only got it to shut Michael up, as he went on and on and fucking on! Then when he started to hark on about the store, that’s when Jen stepped in. It was her or nothing!

“Right, you take this lot to the car.” He points to a pile of papers. “I’ve got a few more bits to get and will meet you outside. We need to go to a pharmacy, as I don’t have Advil, then to Lindsey's hotel before finally getting into Justin’s!” He heads back upstairs, muttering, whilst I go to the car - without the papers!

LINDSAY'S HOTEL ROOM - AN HOUR LATER

LINDSAY

I’m glowering at Flick. “Why didn’t Vic take them like Michael told him to?!”

“Because he’s his uncle, not servant.” Uncle George replies, his appearance is a surprise. “Good morning both, are you well? Did you enjoy last night, Lindsay?”

GEORGE

“It was nice and intriguing. A shame that Brian went home unwell.” She touches up her lipstick. Why the hell she bothers I don’t know, because no matter how perfect it is, she  looks like the Corpse Bride! “I hope that Justin’s near dawn return didn’t disturb him, or that he bought that, at the risk of sounding indelicate, gigolo back with him.”

“Justin didn't have a chance to do anything with anyone but Michael.” I return. “He never left his side.” 

“Well that’s all to the good then. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Uncle George? I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“How much did you drink last night? We agreed to go over the paperwork that Manning brought over for Brian. Why are you here, Flick?”

“She wants to go shopping, so asked me to take her and Michael to Ross Park Mall.”

“She might be free around three, but not much before then, so take the morning off.” Again that confused curmudgeon expression, it turns prissy when she sees who’s knocked on her door. “Ah, Ted, Mel, thank you for coming. Mel, you’re looking as fresh as a daisy considering how you burned the floor last night!”

“I love dancing, it's more fun than a gym workout, some women should take my lead and at least do one of them.” Mel glances at Lindsay, before kissing myself and Flick hello then a sniggering Ted gives us hugs. “Where is your boss, Ms Peterson?” 

“What does the location of my friend, Michael, who is on his way to see Justin, have to do with you?”

“Lindsay, we discussed this last night.” I’m regretting lifting the fines! “This meeting is for Brian’s benefit. You remember that inventory you went through yesterday with Mel?”

“Yes, I do, but I decided it would be best to wait until Brian was present.”

“Today I’m Brian. Try to remember your place, which is employee, not boss.” Mel retorts. 

MEL

I take in the luxury this welp has been living in, and can't wait to kick her to the reality kerb with Manning’s help, but first I need refreshments! 

“George, would you like some coffee? Ted, how about you?” 

“Please.” They both reply.

“Flick, make yourself useful and sort that out.” Lindsay demands.

“I’ll do it, Flick.” I retort, thankfully for us - and her for now - the coffee is done in five minutes. I pour for myself, George and Ted. “Flick, go ahead, there’s enough for at least two cups.” 

“Thanks, Mel.” She smiles.

Lindsay clears her throat, then pats the side table. After a quick wink, Flick makes her coffee, sits on the table and, evil eyeing Lindsay, starts to sip then slurp. 

“What are you doing?! I wanted some coffee!” She snipes. 

“Then get it yourself.” I order, topping up my mug. “You’ll have to make more.“ She remains seated. “So you would rather go thirsty than lift a finger for yourself?”

“No, I’ve changed my mind! I’ll have water instead!” She snaps and opens the fridge, I snigger when she comes up empty. “I’ll wait to have refreshments with Michael.” She declares retaking her seat. 

“Whatever Ms Park Avenue. Like I said, I’m Brian, so I’ll call Justin to let him know to send Michael straight here should he get past Emmett and Daphne.”

“Which he won’t.” Ted sniffs. “Despite the efforts of him and the bad-smell trying to keep Justin out all night, he left about an hour after Brian.” Before she can squawk, his phone rings. “Hi, Vic, how are you? Oh, right, okay then. I’ll let them know.”

“What?” I ask, judging by that glint it’s good for us.

“Debs is bringing her boss. She and Vic crossed in traffic. Once he explained the situation, she took Michael back for the papers.” The sharp rapping and low pitch whining heralds their arrival. “She must’ve drove like the devil was chasing her!” He quips.

“More likely he was in the car and she wanted him out!” I chuckle as Flick lets them in.

“Flick, your presence is a relief for Ma, as she has a headache. Are you ready, Lindsay? So sorry we’re late.” After he kisses her cheek, he starts to pull her to the door. Debs’s advancing pushes them back whilst allowing Flick to make her escape. “Flick, wait! Ma, please go and rest, but send Flick back.”

“Michael, as long as you live and whine, I will never rest until you get the fucking message. I don’t have a headache, you’re being a pain in mine and everyone else’s ass! Neither Vic nor Flick are your go to rides. Unless you’re with Lindsay, call a cab from this point on!”

“Ma, stop embarrassing me in front of Uncle George.” He grumbles.

“Michael, as Flick is my driver, you can call on her anytime.” Lindsay soothes.

“As Flick is my employee, he can’t.” George declares. “And why are you calling me Uncle George, Michael?” 

“Well.” He simps. “We’re going to be family, so we might as well start as I mean us to go on.”

“A lot can happen in five years.” George glares, but as the Pude is either so stupid, clueless or both, this doesn’t register. “Let's revert back to George. Or I could fine Justin for every infraction whether verbal or vehicular. And knowing you, this means he’ll be broke by Christmas.” 

Lindsey's joy at this threat doesn’t go unnoticed. “Uncle George, as Michael says, you two will be related, surely you should allow him this familiarity?” 

“As his familiarity breeds my contempt, I shan’t. Encourage him in any unwanted behaviour and see how that works out for you.”

She goes from cocksure to confused. “But you said there would be no further fines.” 

“Fines, no. Consequences, definitely. Now have we reached an understanding?”

“You want a pain in your ass, Michael, or you gonna respect his wishes?!” Debs edges closer, he grudgingly nods. “Good.” She stretches out her back. “I need to open up. The Littlest Hobo is going to want some sustenance. God, I love that boy.”

“Debs, you need to stay. It’s fortuitous that you’re here, please call Kiki and get her to sort that out, alright?” Ted asks. Looking confused she makes the call, he grins then clears his throat. “I've been sent the final part of Jennifer’s will and testament. Here are your copies.” 

TED

As I watch them read, the reactions of shock and horror, from Debs and Michael respectively, have me marvelling at her ingenuity. 

“But - this can’t be - when did she do this?!” Mel fails to hide her glee.

“I don’t know, but this was the time it was to be sent.” I explain, whilst trying not to whoop and holler.

“What does this mean?” Michael froths. “Reduction in partnership? I don't remember agreeing to that!” 

“That’s your signature on the original partnership documentation, correct?” Mel asks before turning to Lindsay. “You are so screwed!” 

“Me? What does whatever is in that have to do with me?” 

“Does Justin know?” George asks, rootling around in the mini bar. “Oh, I suppose not, it will be Brian you need to tell. Brandy, Debs?” She nods. “Ted, can you call Vic and get him to come pick Debs up?”

“I’ve already texted him. And I’ll speak to Brian, he’ll be thrilled.” I smile, handing Debs a tissue. “Will you accept?”

“Ma! You don't want to do that! You’ve often said you hate the store!”

“No, I hated how you got it. Now, Ted, explain what this means.”

THE DINER - LATE AFTERNOON

JUSTIN

I chuckle quietly, because of the smile on his face, which I’m responsible for. I fill the jug with guava juice and lime and head back to the booth. He licks his lips as I retake my seat. Daph looks between us. “What did you two do?”

“Made cupcakes.” He replies.

“And they were delicious, but what I'm talking about is what you did, Justin, that had Brian speaking Gaelic?” She pours our juice. “Which he only speaks when he’s very happy. By happy, I mean when he's watching porn.” He reddens whilst I gape. “I heard rather than saw you that time in the office. Furnish me with the barest details.” She bats her lashes. “Want me to channel Pude’s level of persistence?”

“I told you someone came in!” He mock glowers. “We jerked each other off, which was exquisite. I’d like to try rimming next, it looked good when I watched it. Now, any idea why Ted and Debs wanted us to meet?”

“You do - wait, you watch gay porn?” I’m astonished and now horny.

“At first it was my secret pleasure, but now I’ll be watching for pointers. Got any we can watch together?”

Squirming, I nod, whilst Daph looks so proud! “Are they going to be long?” My answer comes with their arrival, looking surprisingly happy since I knew who they were meeting. “Can you be quick?” I babble, flushing under Brian’s smouldering gaze. 

“What's the hurry?” Ted presses me back into the seat.

“Research!” Daph declares, waggling her eyebrows. 

“Ooh, I must tell Blake about that development! Well, bare bones of it. As you know, whoever Michael pude-suaded to be his partner in the store took 65% of that. Well she put in a clause that if he partnered with anyone else his share would be reduced to 15% with the other 20% being transferred to a third partner”

“Oh my god, go Mom!” I declare, blowing a kiss skywards. “So who owns the other 20%? Not me, surely, I really don’t want it. Can I give it away?”

“Not you, Debs.” Ted grins. “And she will be in charge of running it day to day.”

I go wide eyed. 

“So after all those years of refusing to help me when he could, I own his ass. Oh, and Punani’s, which is why they're with George scrubbing the store from top to bottom after Mel needed Manning as he knows the financial intricacies of her Brownstone. So you boys go do your research. They’re not gonna bother for a while!”

As we run out, I swear I hear my Mom laughing from heaven!

CHAPTER 17 - MARKING HIS TERRITORY AND THEY FAIL TO STAKE THEIR CLAIMS

TWENTY FIVE MINUTES LATER

MICHAEL

I know Lindsay's gonna be pissed at me for leaving her to deal with George and Ma. Once I explain, she’ll understand. Besides, she's the manager and I urgently need to speak to Justin about being in partnership with Ma, surely he can contest that will or something?! 

It’s bad enough with Brian, though gaining Lindsay as a new friend is the bonus for that, however with him comes Mel. When I saw her in George’s office, there was a vague recognition, it hit hard when she came to the store. She’s known in the community as Jawzabel. An absolute fucking shark, but pretty with it, well to some people. 

As I approach the dinner, there’s my van. Justin will persuade Brian to give it back to me since I’m his best friend and soon to be husband. Which will be in less than five years, Uncle George, trust me on this! I don't care if we're rich or poor, as long as we’re together, just like Brian and Lindsay. Besides, from what we found out about what I thought was his side hobby, he doesn’t really need that money, though it would be nice to have it!

I sigh when I see the back of him, I can’t wait to return the topping favour on our honeymoon, or even before if he can’t wait!

“Justin! Hey, Jus!” He immediately shuts my van. “How are you doing? Recovered from last night? You've been fed and watered?”

“Yes, I've got to go. I thought you were at the store, that’s what Debs said.”

“Oh, you know me. If I want to be somewhere with someone, that’s where I’ll be!” I grin, perusing his frame. “That’s an unusual colour on you. Where’s it from, and why a turtleneck?”

“Hey, Justin!” Being shouted startles is both. My heart sinks as Brandon arrives. I hope he’s not going to keep us long. “You're looking gorgeous as always. The turtleneck hiding something?” He drawls, leaning against my van.

“No. Please excuse me, you two, I need to go.”

“Where?” We both ask and laugh, he scowls and looks at his watch.

”You okay, Jus?” Brandon asks, putting an arm around him, which he quickly, obviously thinking of my feelings, shakes off. 

“Fine, just going to be late. Which you both know I hate.”

“We’ll walk and talk.” I decide. “See you later, Brandon.” 

“No, there’s no see you later, Brandon.” Justin declares.

“Great! Where are we going then? I do love a threesome.”

“Foursome.” Brian pops up from nowhere. “And I don’t. We’ve got business conversations to have, so you guys can catch up later.”

“Michael!” I turn at Lindsay’s voice. “It’s all sorted at the - Brian! Oh, and Justin, how fortuitous we caught you!” 

BRIAN

“Is it?” I mutter, before pasting on a smile. “Hey, how was last night?”

“Great. So where are we going, and who is this handsome devil that's coming with us?” She adjusts her hair to show off her alleged and oft said only by her, swan-like neck, which I could happily wring right now. “I’m Lindsay, Lindsay Peterson. I’m Brian’s best friend and close companion.” 

JUSTIN

“She’s my sister, my older sister.” I simper. “Lindsay, this is Brandon, who, like you, bats for lashes.” 

“How lovely. As beautiful as you two blondes are, I'm much more interested in this Adonis. I saw you last night. So glad you know Justin. Who are you to him, Brian, his PA? Which would be a delicious novelty, I have some dictation I’d love you to take.” I keep from jumping in front of him and screaming he’s mine, that's who he is to me! 

“His business partner.” Brian’s radiating ice. “If you guys are coming, then you need to hail a cab. We’ll go to your office Michael.”

“Business doesn't mix with pleasure I hope?” Brandon drawls.

I am about to explode when a saviour appears. “Michael, grab that cab!” 

MICHAEL’S OFFICE IN TED’S BUILDING - AN HOUR LATER

LINDSAY

This city is just too much! Somehow we managed to lose the van! One second it was in front of us, then it was gone. Not only are we still waiting for them to get here, we’ve been sent to voicemail every time we call. 

At least Michael had the common sense to apologise immediately in the cab - a trait Brian needs to reacquaint himself with! I was furious that he left me to deal with Uncle George and his mother! I wanted to find Brian. However, we’ve now hired a cleaning company, thanks to my business sense, to do that kind of thing, thus freeing up Manning to do what Michael and I dictate!

“For fuck sake, this is ridiculous! What the hell are they doing?!”

GARAGE UNDER TED’S BUILDING - SAME TIME

BRIAN’S VAN

JUSTIN

I tug his hair, he raises an eyebrow. “When did you do it?” 

“What?” He strokes my neck with a grin.

“The love bite. I wondered why Ted was smirking. I had to buy this, which itches!” I grumble.

“So I’m never to do that again?” He murmurs.

“Humph, just put it somewhere less obvious!” I twirl his sideburns.

“Gotcha.” He smirks, checking his teeth-work. “It's not that big. You being so pale makes it noticeable, I guess.”

“He guesses.” I snort. “It's about as subtle as Brandon.”

“We need to balance the unwanted lust, I can’t have two and you have one!”

“You weren't flattered then?” Although I’m being flippant, I know his reputation as a top. 

“Nope. True, he's gorgeous, but he's not you.” He pulls me into a deep kiss.

As we part, I have an idea. “Can you get in the back on your stomach?”

“You want to rim me now?” His eyes glow.

“Not enough room for squirming.” I undo his seatbelt, he opens the door. “But lovebites on your butt, there’s room for that.” 

He’s out and unbuttoning his jeans. “Hurry up!” I clamber over the seats, we arrive at the same time. In seconds, his lusty moans vibrate down my throat as I suck on his tongue.

BRIAN

“Lie down.” He whispers.

I flip over, he fondles my cheeks, before blowing a fiery trail across both of them. “Up, need to get to the best spot.” 

My jeans hit my ankles. Whilst kneading one, he mouths and nibbles the other. It is the most extraordinary sensation; I’m mute with pleasure, feeling it in my hole and cock. The slurping smack as he moves to the next spot is the only sound. 

“Tastes great.” He mumbles between bites. 

“Oh god!” I cry as his fingers gently stroke my hole.

“So wet and juicy.” He husks, pushing in a tip. “Want more?”

“Uhhuh.” I moan and he glides in. “Shiiiit!”

“Don’t you dare!” He chuckles. “Am I the first to touch you here?”

I’m almost delirious. “Yes.” I groan as my hips go their own way. “Ho-oh do that again!” 

“Hot rubbing on your nubbin feels good?”

I can’t hear him because of the blood rushing around my ears. My ass is on heavenly fire as he thrusts, swirls and rubs. “Gonna!” As the word leaves my mouth, spunk leaves my body, I bang my head against the door, he cries out, but, I’m too far gone in ecstacy to do anything for him. 

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

JUSTIN

Whilst he dabs at my lip, he avoids eye contact and I know why. Guilt. “If you’d clobbered me any other way, I would be pissed. You lost control because I was making you feel great. Plus, you have a great recovery, which makes me happy!”

“Indeed you were and indeed I do.” He murmurs, handing me a wet wipe. I frown. “For your hand.”

“What’s wrong with it?” I see nothing, except him blushing. “Absolutely not. This is part of it, the third best thing. After the feels and the taste is the smell. You smell great, all over sexy, earthy, male. You know what else you smell like?” I suck my fingers, his eyes widen. “Mine. All mine.”

BRIAN

I've got him pinned under me, he tastes salty. “What’s that?” I murmur.

“Sweat and cum, you made a lot.” 

I savour it, then take his hand and sniff. “It was so intense. I was pissed at you. In the bath, I was pissed.” I admit.

“For stopping you, yeah I know. God I wanted you to finish, but I also want you to relax, start getting used to your boyfriend making you feel good. Your boyfriend cares about you. Do you hear me? I care about you. Stop trying to control everything, it will happen, it will be at a time that feels natural and what we both want - no, let me finish, you did that because to you, logically, it seemed the next step. Cock in front of face, start sucking. Love making isn't logical.”

JUSTIN

He's getting it. He’s becoming pliant of body and mind. This is sharply interrupted by his phone, playing the Punani tune. “Let’s just get there please?” He sighs, brushing his cupid’s bow, I smile and nod. Both muttering choice epithets, hand in hand, we go to face Dumb, Dumb and Dumber.

TEN MINUTES LATER

MICHAEL

“Jesus, are you okay?!” I cry as he comes in looking bruised and dishevelled.

“Oh my god, Brian, your face!” Lindsay exclaims. “Your beautiful face!”

“I think it adds character.” Brandon drawls. “Which one wants their booboo kissed better first?”

We all jump when Brian slams the door. “Listen to me. Neither of us want anything kissed by you. This is our place of work, you will treat it, myself and Justin with respect, not as a bordello or fucktoys! Start by apologising. If you can’t or won’t do that, then piss off.”

“I-I-I was just teasing.” Brandon stammers.

“That’s an excuse.” Justin states. “You’ve got five seconds.”

“I’m sorry, really sorry.”

“I should hope so too!” I declare, handing Lindsay the kit. “Now what happened?”

“We were messing around and got carried away.” Brian pours some water whilst we gape at him. “What? That's what we were doing.”

“Brian, that is not funny!” Lindsay declares. 

“Give me that!” Justin snipes, snatching the kit off her. “Hey, look at me.” We’re silent as he tends to his face. “Do you have a headache, fuzzy vision?”

“No, I’m fine. What about you?”

LINDSAY

“Brian, I appreciate that you’re a bit in shock, for whatever reason, but that was disrespectful and your mother would be ashamed. Now apologise to me, for I was only expressing concern.” 

“He doesn't owe you an apology!” The simpleton spits. “Stop digging her up to bury him in guilt!”

“I’m doing no such thing. I’m being the voice of reason, as usual.”

“I don’t like it, I’ve never liked it. If you can’t quit it, then you can go home! By home, I mean New York, and I will send for his things; you are fucking me off sister dear!”

“Brian, how can you let him speak to me like that?!” I gasp, as  my pretty tears, as there’s Brandon to impress, flow. They work since he comes to my aid, rubbing my back, soothing my hurt feelings with kind words. Glancing across, I enjoy the look on Brian’s face. Yes, he’s jealous! 

“You okay now?” Brandon asks. “A beautiful face should never have tears.”

“Yes, thank you Brandon. I can’t understand what’s happened to him. There’s no way her son, her loving and caring son, would talk about her or to me that way. She loved, cared and protected him from harm.”

“I wanna go home.” Brian whispers. “Take me home.”

“Okay, my sweet boy and best friend. Michael, can you get us a cab to the hotel please? Justin, you’ll understand that we need to be alone now.” 

“He’s talking to me!” Justin snarls like a rabid dog before he simpers that Brian should give him the keys.

“None of you are driving!” I declare. “Michael or I will. Brian, give one of us the keys!” 

“Why is everyone shouting?!” Daphne swaggers in, she gasps when she sees them. “Oh shit, you were the fender bender?!” 

“Fender bender?” I echo. “You were in a car accident?!” 

“Drew?! Can you bring the car around, get these boys home, then come back for me?”

“Daphne, you are just an employee. I know what he wants and needs best, and that’s me!”

“Enough, you two!” Uncle George and Debs enter. “Both be quiet. Vic is downstairs, he will take them home. Debs, go with them please. Daphne, take a seat, they’ll be okay.” Debs gives me a filthy look as they leave. Justin’s arm around Brian’s waist isn’t necessary, he’s not all that bruised and can walk unaided! “Brandon, what are you doing here?”

“I bumped into Justin and Michael outside the diner. They said I should join them.”

GEORGE

“Knowing how you are in the club, that was most probably the lesser of two evils.” Uncle George retorts. “Off you trot.” 

“Hope to see you guys around, especially you, Lindsay.” He kisses, then brushes her cheek and saunters out. 

“And you will, Brandon, I’d like to take you for a drink to say thank you for your kindness. May I take your number?” He immediately hands over his phone, I take my time putting mine in, enjoying the gorgon’s gurning. Once he leaves, I turn to Uncle George. “I really need to go back to the hotel and rest. It's been very upsetting.”

“Lindz, why not come back to mine? It's nearer and saves you all that messing about. The spare room is already set up.” She nods and sobs - again. “Give me Fizz’s number, after I call her, we can find you somewhere nice and quiet for us to wait for her.”

“That’s alright, isn’t it, Uncle George?” She snivels. When I nod, their small smirks are not as hidden as they think. I almost lose it when they stupidly widen as Daphne stalks out.

TED’S OFFICE, FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER

GEORGE

“Debs said they were both trying to calm each other down.” Daphne steams. “It was a toss up who was angrier. Oh, how I want to clean her smug clock!” 

“As do I. However, there’s better ways to skin that cat. Their simpering act has given me an idea, which saves me money! Come in!” I order. After he sits, he takes off his shoes, then rests his feet on the table. “Nice socks.”

“Thanks.” Brandon ruefully wiggles. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did. First you bossed - in bed with a top of all places and people, if you didn't want to bottom why did you? Then you bragged about how good you were. How much you taught him. To me.”

“I was just so surprised he said yes! Also, I didn’t realise he’s your nephew.” He bleats.

“That’s not the point. Backroom barracking and bragging could be expected, not appreciated but expected.” He’s puce and sliding down the chair. “That’s not where you two happened.” His flag is frantically waving. “Alright, alright. Now why were you at the diner?”

“To say sorry. Honest! Same with the club, but then I saw Michael hanging around him, and after the blistering you gave me, I knew if I said something in front of him he’d want to know why.”

“Finally, smart thinking. What elicited the fucktoy comment?” More cringing. “Membership is at stake.”

“I offered to kiss their booboos better.”  

“As if I would let that happen!” He starts at Daphne’s growl. “He was really upset when he heard about your bragging, not as much as I am!”

“I’ll apologise for that.” He quails under her glare. “Okay, okay, no going near them. She looks like she’d cut my dick off, please make her stop!” 

“Daphne, Brandon’s got a heart of gold, however leads with said dick too much.” She unfolds her arms. “Now be off you, your membership is safe. Although don’t be taken in by the simpering or tears of Lindsay during that drink or whatever.” His face darkens. “What? You said beauty should not be marked by tears.”

“I was talking about his, she needs to learn to be a better faghag. More heart, less ego and cunning.”

“Well once she knows she is one, I'm sure she'll excel.” Daphne kvetches.

“How doesn’t she know she’s a faghag?” He scoffs, it morphs into a scowl as she tells him what’s happening. “Whatever I can do, get him to let me know.” He puts on his shoes, blows us kisses and departs. 

DAPHNE

I stretch out along the sofa to read Justin’s text. I’m relieved that they’re both fine and about to have a bath; I grin at his hopes that we didn't see too much of what they were doing in the van. I reassure him that we didn’t but heard and I want context! 

“What can he do and why, also what’s your idea?” I look up at the silence, he’s got the same smile on his face he has for Justin and Brian. “George?”

“Harm one harm all. He’s very protective of the tribe. As for the idea, it was Michael who gave it to me. Yes, I’m surprised too!” He snickers. “I’m going to get her out of the hotel by suggesting she move in with him.”

“They’d never go for that!!”

“They will once I add the services of Manning to the mix.”

“Manning? Why?”

“Because in five weeks, Lindsay becomes responsible for the mortgage on her brownstone, all quarter mill of it, plus the services. Michael is ugly, greedy and lazy. He will jump at the chance to have someone waiting on him hand and foot. He’ll get her in there.”

“How do you know that?!” I gasp.

“Mel and Manning, although they haven't told Brian.”

“He’ll be furious over the secrecy. Besides he doesn’t want her homeless, he just wants her out of his pants. He’ll most likely buy it for her and pay for the upkeep.”

“She won’t be and he can’t.” He sighs. “Because there’s already someone lined up for it.”

“Which means she’ll stay here!” I exclaim. “What are they thinking?!”

“That's what I said, but they reckon they’ve got everything under control.”

“They’d better, or I will give her Mel’s address. That wasn’t only annoyance she was looking at her with!”

CHAPTER 18 - HAUNTING WORDS AND NEEDING TO FEED HIS BEAST

MICHAEL’S HOME - MID MORNING

KITCHEN

LINDSAY

I can’t believe I’ve had no response from him! Although irked, I admire my ingenuity in keeping Joan’s old phone. Some would call using her words mean, but it’s his fault for not behaving the way she and I drilled into him. With a look, sigh or weary shrug he was back under her control. She taught me every trick she had, plus I’ve added my own. I snatch up my phone; whilst I’m pleased that Brandon has replied, I want Brian to answer!

I pour the Vidago, it truly is the best sparkling water. I insisted that we shopped for my creature comforts. Despite its cost, I know Brian likes it, having seen it in his office. My refinement is always rubbing off on him.

“You know what I think?” Michael asks as he enters smiling. “We should open the store tomorrow, today is a day off.”

“A great idea, we're both still in shock. And I’ve got one of my own. Why don’t I move in with you?” He looks surprised. “I’m all alone in the hotel, we get on very well, plus I can get Manning to work here. He can sleep in the back room.” 

“That’s…an excellent plan!” He smiles, giving me a hug and a kiss to my cheek, which makes me a little sad. As usual, he notices. “Not heard from Brian then?”

“No.” I sigh. “What about Justin for you?” He shakes his head. “And yesterday is something I want to talk to you about.”

“The fooling around comment?” He puts on the kettle, I nod. “I know you know Brian, but could he be…”

“Absolutely not.” I declare. “However, it just seems an odd thing to say.”

“And then there’s what Justin didn’t say?”

“What do you mean?”

“He didn’t deny it. Ironically, he’s very straight like that.”

“But, and how can I put this delicately? He's been spiteful to me, following the lead of his suddenly arrived best friend. Yes, we got off to a rocky start, but his behaviour is now mirroring hers. And ever since she got that bracelet, she’s been a prancing popinjay.”

“Of course Daphne is the problem! We were fine until she came.”

“She was bad in New York, but containable, now she’s here, she’s running riot. And I think I know why?”

“Jealousy?” He suggests, again I nod, before he looks nauseated. “You don’t think she fancies Brian or Justin do you?”

“More like she fancies the money they’ve now acquired.”

“But isn’t he rich already?”

“I’m worth more than Brian and Kinnetic put together - although he still hasn’t given me any shares as we discussed before we came here. That being said, I will get the money he got from my father, he certainly doesn’t deserve it now.”

“No he doesn’t. How much is Kinnetic worth though?” I shrug. “I think you might have a problem with getting shares now, didn’t Justin get what his Dad had?”

“Yes!” I exclaim, still smarting over that “We can look on the stock exchange later. Let’s have some breakfast. I can’t wait for Manning to come and do this. To be honest, I’m not the greatest of cooks.” 

“Why would you need to be when he’s there for that kind of thing? Shall we order from the diner instead?”

“Excellent idea.” I smile, he really is a very smart guy!

Thirty minutes later, I open the door and am surprised by Debs. I frown as she’s empty handed. “Is everything okay with Uncle George?”

“Everything is fine with him. I’m here to speak to Michael, can I come in?”

“One minute.” I enjoy leaving her on the doorstep. When I tell Michael she’s waiting, he sniggers and we decide to make some coffee and leave her to stew for a few minutes longer.

DEBS

As much as I want to explode, this is what they crave, the spiteful shitty demons. I didn't say anything to Justin or Vic, but Michael had sent Justin a few texts, which didn't sound like him, but when I saw the ones to Brian, I knew she encouraged and most likely dictated them. With a plan in mind to fix them, I go back to my car. Another twenty minutes pass, I spot one of the busboys coming up the road. Much to his relief and glee, I take their order from him.

I get comfortable and start to read my book. Five minutes later, the front door is yanked open and Michael is heading towards me, looking hangry. Patience reaped the first of my rewards then!

BRIAN’S HOUSE - SAME TIME

OUTSIDE THE OFFICE DOOR

JUSTIN

I knock again. After a few minutes of terse words, the door opens. “I made you something. You must be hungry.” He looks down at the tray, I push it gently into his chest. “Just eat it, please, it might make you feel a bit better.” He takes it then gives the world's tiniest smile before shutting the door. “Enjoy.” I whisper and turn to my studio.

Pacing the room, I know I should at least start selecting for the Asteridge Dinner, but my heart is not in it. I want to wring my twista-sista’s neck for the slew of needling texts she sent when he wasn’t answering her calls.

He ended up raging, it was kinda frightening, how angry he looked. It was Vic and Debs who managed to persuade him not to respond, especially when a few of them were from his Mom’s old phone. He didn’t even know she had it. She’s so freakishly unholy and tenacious it’s unnerving. And as for Michael; I had to be reminded by Vic to not answer when ‘Sidney’ called a few times! 

OFFICE - A MINUTE LATER

BRIAN

I check the screen, then catch a whiff of myself and cringe. However, I must get this done, don’t care how long it takes. I smile at the plate of food, a sunny side egg and fries. It does look nice, although I can’t remember smelling anything cooking. Spearing the egg, I’m perplexed as it’s hard. What the hell did he do to this to get it to be like that?! As I lift it out of the white, first it drips, then the scent hits me so I take a bite. The yolk is a nectarine in peach juice and the white is peach yoghurt, I pick up a fry, seconds later the apple fries with lime vinegar and sugar-salt are gone followed rapidly by the egg. Rubbing my stomach and smiling, I reach for my phone.

STUDIO - THREE MINUTES LATER

JUSTIN

I snicker at his text, ‘the yolk is on me, it was delicious. Give me a few hours and I’ll thank you properly’. Replying with ‘look forward to it’, I start to go through my paintings.

KITCHEN, MICHAEL’S HOUSE - SAME TIME

MICHAEL

“You could’ve said that you had our food!” I fume. She smirks as my stomach growls.

“I was being respectful of the private time you needed.” She doesn’t look or sound it. “All sorted then?”

“Yes.” Lindsay smiles, I hide mine in my coffee cup. “I have a proposition for you.” Ma stares at her. “I want to buy your share of the store?”

“Why?” 

“Brian and I have discussed going into business together, and he said to pick one. I will offer two  dollars per percentage of your share.”

“That’s $40K.” She gasps.

“Cash, which I will earn in interest in a couple of days.” Lindsay puts her bank card and phone on the table.  “What do you say?”

“What would happen to Michael’s side?”

“He’s already sold that to me.” She replies. I look at the ground. “It took some persuading, but he’s going to manage it instead of me.”

“Michael, this store was, I mean is, your life though!” Ma declares.

“I know.” I sigh. “But with the little I have now, it no longer feels that way. I think it’s best that I save up and start again and make wherever I end up mine and mine alone.”

She looks thoughtful. “But where would you go? You’d have to move out of Liberty Avenue, and I couldn't let that happen, could I?” Lindsay and I exchange looks. “As mad as I am at you for how you treated Jennifer and behave with Justin, you’re still my son and I love you very much.” She sits next to Lindsay. “I accept.”

TWO HOURS LATER

LINDSAY

We're about to toast successfully executing stage one of our restoring normality plan! I didn't totally lie to Debs. Whilst Brian and I have talked about going into business, is true. Michael selling me his side of the store is not.

“And now all you have to do is sign this transfer and your 35% holding is restored.” I hand him the pen, he tearfully does so then gives me a warm hug. “See, I told you that things come back to their natural order. You will soon have the store under your full ownership, once I speak to Brian and get his side of it.”

“Are you sure you don’t want money for it though?”

“Your friendship is payment enough.” I squeeze his hand. “Now, I’ve just got to move the money from our joint account back to mine and everything is back in balance.”

“Joint account? You and Brian have a joint account?” 

“Just for household bills,  I’m glad I insisted on that now.” I call over my shoulder as I take out another bottle of champagne. 

“You’re so lucky living with the love of your life. I can barely get Justin to share a meal with me without other people hanging around.”

“You just need to create a situation where people, especially Daphne, can’t interfere. For example, the Asteridge Dinner, we need to shop for that. It will be just the four of us, and Brian and I will discreetly leave you and Justin alone.”

“You really are the best!” He declares, opening the champagne. “So when do Flick and Manning come?”

“Flick and Manning?” I frown.

“Yeah.” He smiles. “To move you in, they can do that and then he can make this place a home away from home for you, can’t he?”

“He can indeed.” I grin, relishing being able to order him about as before, plus slowly but surely bringing Brian back under my vivacious wing then finally in my bed! “But first we clink!” 

BRIAN’S HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

KITCHEN

JUSTIN

I’m trying not to look at my watch. It’s been more than a few hours; I check the oven, the cheesecake looks great - almost time to take it out. I start to dress the salad when I realise that this is the first time I’ve cooked a meal for anyone from scratch! I’m glad that Vic took the boys to Emmett’s and said he’d tell everyone to give us some space.

“What smells good?” Being quietly asked whilst trying not to look nervous makes my heart melt. “You okay?”

“Much better now. As for dinner, mushroom cheesecake and salad, with Guinness sandwich cookies. But to start, Black Velvet Martini.”

“I’m sensing a theme.” He smiles, when I step towards him, he shakes his head.  “Need to have a shower, be about ten minutes.” He starts to leave then pauses. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that and I cut you off. I will try not to do it again, but she was…”

“Psychotic?” 

“Yeah.” He scrubs his face. “Will explain what I’ve done when I’m back, meet you in the…”

“Lounge, and I’ll put the fire on?

“Yeah.” 

TEN MINUTES LATER

BRIAN

When I join him, I’m pleased that it’s a pitcher of martini. He pours in silence then stays at his end of the sofa, I relax when he puts his feet in my lap.

“You have pretty feet.” I remark, then sip. “This is very good. So, I’ve started the process of separating myself financially from Lindsay.”

“How the hell are you two connected financially?! It’s bad enough that she sucks the life out of you emotionally, she’s blow jobbing you that way too!” I rub his feet, he takes a few deep breaths. “Continue.”

“Ever since I’ve lived with her, we have had a household bills account. She and Mom always said it wasn’t necessary, but I listened to my gut. And Dad.” I raise my glass to the heavens. “Besides, Kinnetic is worth ten times what she thinks it is; which is why most of today was spent making it private again. I know how she operates, she will come after it if she can.” I close his mouth. “There’s some papers you need to sign. I’ve also found out that Lindsay needs to make rent on the brownstone from this year.” 

“How?”

“Daphne. She found out from George and told me, God I love her. Anyway, I got the finer details out of Manning and Mel, after I tore a strip off them for not telling me in the first place. However, I’m glad I was fucked off when I found out.” 

He pauses mid sip, eyes slowly widening. “You’ve bought it?” Smiling, I hand him the papers, he reads and wiggles his toes. “It’s not been empty for six weeks, why now?”

“Because of the other shitkicking thing she’s done. Let’s eat, then I’ll give you a bit of background, am starving.”

“You too? I don’t eat when I’m angry or anxious; just can’t keep anything down.”

JUSTIN

I’ve spent the last forty five minutes hearing how truly appalling Lindsay was growing up and having money has made her even worse. The unoccupied clause was put in by Nancy after Lindsay left for six weeks. No word of where she was going; all because Lynette got engaged and the attention wasn’t on her. She said she didn't want to get in the way of the arrangements. The bill for her petulance was, quarter of a million dollars. Coincidence? I think not!

“That was absolutely delicious.” He finishes off the last of the bread, I grin proudly. “She’s bought Debs’s share of the store for forty grand so that she and I can be in business together.”

“Oh my fucking God. What are you going to do?!”

“Let her think they’ve got what they wanted.”

“They?”

“Hmm, she’s given her share to Michael, so he’s back to 35% holding, the winners in all of this are Debs and Mel.”

“Wait, back up, how did you find out about the giving thing?”

“Desmond, her ex attorney, you met him very briefly at the reading. His office is still handling some aspects of her private work. He called to warn me, although Debs already had. She didn't believe Michael’s lament that he sold his share and would set up elsewhere whilst managing it for Lindsay and me.” It takes him a few minutes to wrest the phone out of my furious grasp. “Justin, you twot, listen! I don’t own it anymore, Mel does!” 

“Mel? Why?” 

“Because she offered me good money for it.” He blushes slightly. “Besides, I only bought it as another tie-in to you.” 

I giggle. “That’s why I sold it.” I brush his cheek, he sucks my bottom lip first then devours my mouth. His tongue combined with the taste of biscuits and cocktail is making me throb. Slowly we pull apart. Our hands are entwined, he’s stroking my palm. We're both breathing deep. Slowly I look up. “Brian.”

“Justin, I need you inside me.”

Breakfast in Disguise

Mushroom Cheesecake

Black Velvet Martini

Guinness Sandwich Cookies

JUSTIN

I start praying, opening my eyes when I hear the blinds being closed. 

“I’m going to lock up, see you in a few minutes, you taking the martini?” He brushes my cheek when I nod, before closing the door behind him. 

I’m astonished by the surety of his tone, his unwavering and lustful gaze, also incredibly turned on! He wants me, little ole me, well not so little, inside him! Deciding not to chance my nerves with a tray; gathering the pitcher and a glass, head upstairs.

BRIAN

Because I’m so horny, it takes four attempts to get the alarm code right. This was always going to happen, from the second, yes the second I saw him. I could still feel him writhing against me when I wanked four times later that night.

I hear the bathroom door shut and frown, then realise what he’s most likely doing, I take the stairs two at a time calling for him to wait; he opens the door and I step into the steamy depths.

MICHAEL’S STORE - SAME TIME

MICHAEL

“I’d forgotten I’d ordered these!” I cry, opening the boxes of Kid Strong and Psyche. “Perfect for tomorrow’s day of rest!” I jump as the window is knocked on. Frowning, I unlock the door to Mel.

“I’m not open now, so can you come back tomorrow?”

“What are you doing then?” She asks, stepping around my attempted block. After picking up my copies, she peruses the shelves in silence, taking her pick. “If you’re not open, why are you here - stock dipping?”

“No I am not! The very idea! I had a text that there was a delivery.“

“I see. Here's my card. Give them my details so that they can alert me too.”  I pocket it and smile tightly. “Actually, no, I’ll do it. I’ve been told how forgetful you can be. What’s the name of the company? Saves me going to the office and looking for it.”

Yawning and rubbing my temple, I pick up my coat. “Can we do this tomorrow? I really need to go. What the hell?” I snap when she rips a piece of card from the counter.

“You have important information where anyone can see it! I bet you’ve got your password on your computer!” She stalks to the office. By the time I’ve locked up and joined her, she’s tapping away with a scowl.

“Again, what the hell?” I demand.

“Ensuring the safety of the business.” She retorts. “There. I will be back tomorrow, you go and get that rest. You’re gonna need it now.” She smirks as she gathers her purchases then heads to the door. My smugness is short lived when she fishes out keys, pausing as she scrutinises the lock. “We’ll be changing that, not secure enough. Have a nice evening.”

“We're not changing anything!” I snort as she disappears into the night. “Especially once Lindsay gets your supposed boss’s share!”

TURRET ROOM - SAME TIME

BRIAN

“That tickles!” I gasp. “Justin!” My protest dissolves into a moan as the feel of his hair at the base of my spine is replaced by his tongue and teeth. He nips and licks from one side to the other, up and down. My hole is quivering with anticipation, I’m gripping the pillow to stop myself from pushing his head where I need it desperately to be. “Why’d you stop?” I blink at him.

“Did you just order me to lick your hole, dammit?!” He demands. I bite my lip, he nips and kisses my cheeks. “Is my boyfriend a power-bottom?” I smoulder as he slicks his fingers, then strokes me from top to balls. “You are, aren’t you?” He croons as he pushes just a tip inside. “Hold them open, I want to watch and feel.” 

JUSTIN

His hands tremble as he complies. He smells both fresh and musky, as I plunder his heat, he’s saturating the bed and grunting with each thrust. “Need you, need your cock!” I slide on top of him. “Justin.” He pleads, sighing as I reach for the condoms. “It’s okay, I don’t need lube.” 

I kiss his shoulder. “This is your first time, you need it. Next time we’ll try without.” His nods then gasps when I apply it. “It will heat up.” I tug his hips.

“It’d better.” He groans as I fondle his heavy balls.

BRIAN

The snap of the condom makes my cock twitch, I clench my fists to stop from cumming. The warmth of his thighs against mine stops their trembling. I widen my thighs and lower my shoulders. 

“I need you to bear down. Promise to tell me to stop if it hurts too much?” He whispers, I blink back tears and nod. Seconds later, it happens. The initial burn causes my mouth to open in shock, not from pain, because of how natural it is and how great he feels, Instinct tells me to push back and he’s in.

“You feel so good, so good.” He moans, gripping my hips. “You okay, can I move?” He gurgles when I clench. “Oh God!” 

JUSTIN

I can both feel and hear the blood roaring through my veins. “I need…” I stutter to a halt as he clenches harder. 

“Lover, move!”

The snap of my hips rips a cry out of him that gives me pause. “Keep going!” I adjust a little but his bucking is throwing me off. “Stop and pull out.” Disappointed, I do so, then take off the condom. He breathes deeply. “Lie down.” I frown. “Justin, lie down.” 

My confusion melts into a smile when he reaches behind himself and for my cock. I sink back; five minutes later, I’m like a rock from his stroking whilst he rode his fingers. He looked so sexy and wanton with his head thrown back chanting my name. 

He’s almost growling when I take my time with the condom. Then it’s my turn as he slowly slides down my shaft, his eyes widening as I fill him. His lips smash against mine and his tongue matches his ass plunges. His cum splashes on my chest and chin. I grip his cheeks as tight as he grips my hair, the pace is frenetic. I don’t know how but I manage to flip us and push his knees to his chest, his eyes never leaving mine as I plunder him. 

BRIAN

With each thrust, my back spasms. I’m breathless and totally his. I’m soaked with sweat and our juices, yes, juices sound so…oh god he's going quicker and deeper, I need him to stop and keep going! I can’t wait to do this to him…oh fuck, oh God, it's happening. Really happening, my balls are in my throat, they hurt so good! 

“Gonna, gonna cum. Gnnnahh!” I spurt over my belly and chest.

“Hell yeah!” He bellows, pulsing for what seems like forever.

TEN MINUTES LATER

JUSTIN

Our breathing is back to normal, we're a beautifully sticky mess! As I reach for the martini, my hand trembles. He snorts so I give up and let him get it. “Good idea on the tumbler.” He murmurs. “Can you sit?”

It takes a few seconds, but we're up and he’s helping me to drink. “I needed that!” I rest my head on his shoulder, he strokes my neck. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore. Next time you want to put my legs like that, give me a few days' warning so I can do some stretching first.” I look up, his eyes are bright. “Now about your ass.”

“What about it?” My heart pounds.

“I’ve just had eight and a half inches going at me like a freight train, want to feel nine and half up yours?”

I look down. “You're still hard!” I gasp.

“Never lost it. So face to face, or a freight train?”

“Okay, Mr Cocky, how about both?”

TWO HOURS LATER

JUSTIN

The pitcher ended up on the floor. I yelp as he rolls something ice cold down my back, then purr as he uses the body roller over my ass. “Feels good.” I murmur as he massages one cheek then the other. “We are ripe!” I grouse when I catch a whiff. “Don’t get too arrogant, but you are a natural.” I declare, whilst stretching like a cat. “I can’t believe you’ve never edged anyone before.”

“I have.” He kisses my shoulder as he picks me up. “Me.” I roll my eyes whilst he looks proud and smug. “Sort out bedding, shower, rest of the biscuits then sleep?” I kiss his chin, he carries me to the hallway cupboard, giggling. Once he finally makes up his mind, I pull out fresh bedding. “We’re okay right?”

“We're not okay, we're excellent.” He beams as he returns to the room. After we strip the bed, we count condoms. “Why are there only five?” I frown. “Didn’t we go six rounds?”

“Definitely six of the best. Neither of us are wearing it, check your butt.” 

“It’s not up there you doofus!” I laugh. “Maybe the bathroom?” As he goes to check, I start snickering. 

“What? What’s so funny?”

“It’s in your hair!” I hoot, going to help him. “How the hell did it get there?!”

“Very There’s Something About Mary.” He chuckles as I dump it in the trash with the rest. “Can you hear music?” I nod. We finally find the source, my phone, down the side of the bed. “Someone called you, think they’ve hung up.” 

“No doubt they’ll call back.” I declare, tossing it onto the sofa. “C’mon, I’m getting itchy!”

MICHAEL’S LOUNGE - FIVE MINUTES LATER

MICHAEL

I’ve finally come out of my shock. I gulp down the whisky I’d poured after Lindsay went up. Taking the idea from her having Brian’s Mom’s old one, I got a new one and decided to call him. I didn’t think he would answer, since he's a bit prissy like that; I was all set to explain who and why when I heard moaning and someone begging whoever to never stop. At first I thought he was watching porn so was going to, jokingly-but-not-joking, ask which one so we could watch it together, then realised it was him.

He was fucking someone then was fucked by them; more than once! Although I’m angry and disappointed that I’m not going to be his first, I’m damn well going to be his last! 

CHAPTER 20 - THE WANT TO BES THINK THEY RULE THE ROOST

EVENING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

EMMETT

“What a day, I am so looking forward to a drink!” I declare, linking arms with Daph.

“Oh tell me about it!” She smiles tiredly. “Where are we going?!” She yells at our bosses, who keep walking and talking. “Rude!” She grouses. “I hope it’s not too bad; he can be a major grouch when he's in pain.”

“Who can?”

“Brian. Told him that chair wasn’t suitable. Oh, hey, Vic!” She calls. He points at Woody’s. “Decision made. Brian, we're going to Woody’s - see you in there will get your usuals!” We at least get a wave from Justin. 

Mercifully, there’s a free booth, I claim it whilst she gets the drinks in; she’s not long, I smile at the triple order. “Are they doubles?”

“Of course!” She giggles as she sits. “So what was making you so busy that we are only meeting up now despite sharing a house and office space?” 

“Justin’s schedule for next year. He’s going to be doing a show in Australia. He’ll be away for about two months, and…”

“Two months, why?” 

“The show is for a month and then there’s the holiday afterwards. Oh there they…” I trail off at their approach. “...oh my!”

“What?” Vic asks as he joins us.

“When? When the hell and why didn’t you tell us?!” I demand.

“Tell you what?” Brian asks, pulling the stools out. Daph gapes at them. “What?!”

“You, a major germaphobe, insisted on emptying the bin!” She gasps.

“Ah.” He smiles. “That.” Justin snorts into his drink. 

“So who was the delicious pain in the ass first?” Vic grins.

“Tell us later; the real pains are coming!” Daph growls.

“Hello, Brian!” Lindsay trills, in a shirt so low that I can see her kidneys. Placing her purse between them, she kisses his cheek then hugs him from behind. “How was your day?”

“Fine. Yours?”

“A curate’s egg, you know, good in parts. However, I’m settled into Michael’s. It feels like forever since we’ve spent time together. Your bruise has faded nicely, Justin, are you well?”

“Yep, tired but fine.”

“Did you have a late night?” Michael sniffs as he comes back with a couple of stools. “Can you get up a second, Justin?” She takes his seat and moves his glass near Vic. “Am going to get more drinks, can you help me?” 

“Sure.” Justin shrugs, Michael turns smartly to the bar. “Uh, aren’t you going to ask what everyone wants?” 

“Everyone?” He returns.

“If you’re only buying two, why do you need my help?”

“Good point.” Vic smirks.

“So a coke for you, Uncle Vic, judging by that outfit you’re working.”

“Nope, double scotch please.”

“Ems and I will have prosecco, might as well a bottle, works out cheaper.” Daph sips and stares.

“They have Screaming Eagle here, wouldn't have thought that…” Brian puts the menu face down. “...a bottle of that, it’s been a while since we’ve had it, right Lindz?” 

“Just what I needed.” She simpers.

“I’ll decide when I get up there.” Justin waves him forward and goes to follow. He turns back and hands his wallet to Brian. “For the tickets, use Amex.”

“Tickets?” Lindsay frowns.

“Yeah, we’re going to New York for a couple of days. He’s got exhibition meetings; as the sponsor I need to be there too.”

“Michael and I will go with you; as Michael’s soon to be sister in law and with me organising the Asteridge Dinner, I will be heavily involved in Justin’s life.” 

“Thought George was doing the dinner?” Daph’s grimace makes Lindsay smirk.

“My knowledge of arts is far superior, and with him being so busy, naturally I wanted to help out.”

“Justin will be thrilled.” I reply, glancing at the bar. “Is everything okay with Michael? Seems to be pouting about something.”

JUSTIN

“Is there something wrong?”

“Not with me, but you look tired. Busy night?”

“A bit.” I smile. “How was yours, what’s it like living with my sister?”

“Lindsay is lovely, kind and considerate; living with her prepares me for living with you, you’re so alike.”

“No we're not.” I state. 

“Well there’s one major difference between the two of you that’s true. So what did you get up to that made your night so busy?”

“What can I get you Justin?” Marley, the barman, interrupts.

“Michael’s buying.” I return, faces register with surprise and disappointment. “Give him our order.” I turn at Daph calling my name, I nod at her gesture. “Also a bucket of beer.”

“Okay, gotcha, want me to get it brought over?” Marley calls as he fills the ice bucket.

“Please, be right back, just got to take this.” I head outside and smile at the message from Brian about Lindsay taking over the dinner. I loop Daph and Ems in my response telling them that my twista-dear should be allowed to Lady Muck herself about as much as she wants, Claudia Asteridge will [a] run her ragged and [b] not let anyone shine apart from the guest of honour - who would be me - and her.

“Might as well check the rest.” I murmur, there’s nothing that can’t wait, but the call that I missed last night tried again around nine, then every two to three minutes for an hour. “I wonder who that might have been?!” I glance inside, his back is to me, I text Brian the number asking him to call it but hide his. I start to feel stupidly paranoid as Michael continues to talk to Marley. It increases when I see Brian’s not on his phone. Just as I’m about to head back Brian texts to say he’s calling now, Lindsay was bending his ear before. 

My guilt is replaced by ice cold fury as Michael looks at his phone, rejects the call then resumes his conversation. “Bloody Peeping Tom!” I seethe, after taking a few very deep breaths head back to the bar.

“What kept you?  You’re supposed to be helping me.” He scolds.

“Talking to a couple.”

“Who and are they joining us?” He glances at our booth.

“No, they’re from last night. Nice guys.”

“Last night, what do you mean?”

“Met them whilst walking the boys. We had…a good time.”

“Okay that will be $102.74 plus a tip, please Michael.” Marley hands him the machine. “Are you gonna order food?”

“Yeah, let’s get one of each platter. And set up a tab, Drew and Ben said they might come too.” 

“You spoke to them?” He grits out as he punches in his number. “So, where was Brian during your good and busy night?”

“Ben texted Ems. As for Brian, said he was going to see Lindsay.”

“Did he? You go sit down and rest; send Lindsay over to help.” 

Jamming my hands in my pockets, I do the Gooch’s bidding. Nobody says a word as I knock back my drink. “Do you need your Uncle to do anything?” Vic scowls.

“No, we’ll handle it.” I squeeze Brian’s thigh. “Later okay?” I state at his fuming growl.