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Music flowed through the air. Soft and warm, the tinkling of piano keys wrapped around the guests in a comforting blanket. Brilliant chandeliers hung from a high ceiling, lighting up the room with an orange glow. The sound of quiet, content chatter hummed in the background. Everyone was dressed to the nines and enjoying their evening. All except one.
Aguero sat at the elegant bar. His expensive suit fit his slim body perfectly. Straight blue hair curled under his chin in a delicately styled bob. Many eyes cast their gaze at him, sitting at the bar alone, but any that may have considered approaching him were warned off by the contradictory vicious expression he wore on his pretty face.
He clutched a mobile phone tightly within his hands. The screen lit up an ongoing message, though the only person active in the chat seemed to be himself. The person he was supposed to meet apparently deigned to ignore him.
Soon, a message flashed up on Aguero's screen. A shame that it wasn't from the person he expected. It was even more of a shame when Aguero opened the message from his close friend only to see an offensive image.
"What the fuck…" He uttered under his breath, seething with so much rage he practically foamed at the mouth. He stared at the image of a man and woman getting cosy in a club.
It seemed his date had made plans with a dog.
A series of messages followed up the image:
Are you okay?
I told you he was bad news.
Where are you now?
Should I come get you?
Aguero ignored the incessant messages and slammed his phone down onto the bar top. He huffed as his elbows hit the counter and he stuffed his face into his hands.
Such a fool.
How could he believe his lies?
What an idiot.
Cursing his own stupidity, Aguero almost missed the person sitting next to him. Though, it was actually the gentle hand placed onto his shoulder that caught his attention.
"You're pretty even when you're angry, I bet you're even more beautiful when you smile."
Aguero was used to this sort of pick up line and today he was not in the mood. Slamming a palm onto the bar top, he was about to face this ignorant stranger and unleash his fury on him, but as soon as his eyes fell upon a handsome face, his anger washed away like sand stolen by the sea.
His mouth gaped a little and he took a moment to study the good looking man. Shortish brown hair tied back, slightly chubby cheeks that made you want to pinch them; tall and slim body that obviously had some strength behind it. And let's not forget his eyes; golden and bright enough to eclipse the sun.
Aguero forgot all about his anger. He let his eyes roam obviously over this stranger and then he smirked. Well, he was now a free man and if someone as good looking as this person wanted to hand himself over on a silver platter, what reason did Aguero have to say no?
"I was right." The man triumphantly declared at Aguero's smile. He replied with his own grin and tilted the empty glass in his hand, calling over the server behind the bar. "I'm Bam, let me buy you a drink."
"I'm not sure you can afford me." Aguero pursed his lips and lifted his chin causing the brunette to raise his eyebrows and laugh. Aguero didn't bother offering his own name. What was the point when he only wanted a night's worth of fun.
"Oh yeah?" Bam flashed his teeth with amusement and accepted the challenge. "Try me."
With permission, Aguero ordered the most expensive bottle of champagne the high end bar had to offer. He watched Bam out of the corner of his eye and was pleasantly surprised when Bam not only smiled at his request but told the server to make it two bottles.
It seemed he made the right choice. Good looking, rich, and charming. Aguero's anger was flipped on its head and he soon became excited for the night ahead. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that his previous sugar daddy abandoned him, maybe he had just found a better one.
Of course, the pair enjoyed each other's company and heavily flirted the night away, until they drunkenly stumbled into a fancy hotel room that was far too nice for a one night stand.
When Aguero woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in a bed too big for a single person. He sighed. Breath slowly depleted from his lungs and he stared at the ceiling in a trance. His hangover throbbed in his head and churned his stomach, but the memories of the night before gave him life.
He stretched out amongst the soft covers and winced when his lower back ached, yet the smile on his face broadened. When was the last time he finished without having to use his own hand? After years with his sugar daddy, Aguero forgot how good sex could actually be. He forgot that someone could drive him crazy enough to only remember one word. Bam . How could he forget when it was the only word spilling out of his mouth.
Aguero rolled over and out of bed. His knees knocked together and his legs almost collapsed under his weight. Aguero gasped. Really, when was the last time he was fucked so hard and good? It was a heavy reminder that his last relationship was nothing but a mutually beneficial agreement with no love on either side. Why did he expect anything more from a sugar daddy?
It's not that Aguero expected a fully fledged romance. Love was impossible for him. All Aguero wanted was security. Someone with money, someone with power. Someone that would look after him; though he was apparently a bad judge of that considering what happened.
He entered the bathroom and relaxed in the shower. Aguero remembered Bam again. A smile twisted his lips, followed by a disappointed sigh. Bam wasn't around anymore. He vanished before Aguero had woken up. Aguero shook his head at the missed opportunity.
Once cleaned up, he left the hotel. He dropped the key card in the check out box and held his head high; it was no walk of shame for him, though his stride was definitely slow and calculated else he would be limping and hobbling along.
Then, it was a long two weeks of Aguero hunting for a new job that would replace his previous income. It was also a long two weeks of Aguero remembering a certain night he could never forget.
A low whistle rang through the air and Aguero scowled in its direction.
"Hoaqin is a fool."
Aguero rolled his eyes at his friend and replied "And you're an idiot, Shibisu."
Shibisu clutched his heart as he approached Aguero, yet he still wore a happy expression. "You hurt me, Khun. But you really do look good in a suit. Damn, how about giving m-"
"In your dreams." Aguero scoffed incredulously.
"Every night." Shibisu joked and clapped Aguero on his shoulder. He then pulled Aguero through from the reception area of an office building. Aguero sized up the office. It was a decent space, staff members were casually chatting, sitting at desks or around coffee machines. It seemed laid back. They walked in companionable silence until Shibisu gestured Aguero into a meeting room.
The pair sat down opposite each other and resumed conversation.
"Have you heard from Hoaqin?" Shibisu asked.
"No." Aguero bluntly replied as if tired of the topic already. "And I don't want to hear from him." He smiled and tilted his head.
"Are you sure you're okay, I mean you two were together for a couple of years." Shibisu spoke with obvious pity and concern which clearly would rub Aguero the wrong way.
"How many times do I have to tell you, we weren't officially together." Aguero grit his teeth to explain yet again.
He had already informed Shibisu of the situation numerous times ever since he started seeing Hoaqin. The relationship was purely business. Aguero started as an intern at Hoaqin's company, Hoaqin took a fancy to him and it somehow twisted into Aguero becoming his sugar baby. Aguero was promoted to Hoaqin's personal assistant, though that was only so Hoaqin could take advantage of him easily during working hours. And Aguero didn't mind. As long as he could continue living his life stress free, he didn't care about using his body for that purpose.
The problem came when Hoaqin said he wanted to get serious. He told Aguero that he wanted him. That he wanted to be official. He wanted Aguero to quit his job and become his arm candy. Why would Aguero refuse? He could live a cushy life being pampered to his heart's content by a dedicated lover. Love had nothing to do with it for Aguero. It was a plus that Aguero didn't feel repulsed by Hoaqin's touch. The issue therein came after Aguero quit his job. He arranged to meet Hoaqin at their usual bar and that was when Shibisu sent him the image.
It was all an underhanded plan to get rid of Aguero so Hoaqin could move onto his next piece of ass.
Then, the rest was history. He met Bam. Had the most amazing sex of his life, and met with a new problem. How to track down Bam and hook up with him again?
There was also the small issue of no longer being employed, but Aguero quickly fixed that problem. Or rather, Shibisu fixed it as his boss was looking for a new PA for their team and Aguero fit the bill perfectly.
That brings us to the present. Aguero and Shibisu sitting in a meeting room, the first day of Aguero's new job and Shibisu was pressing about matters that no longer bothered Aguero.
"I don't care about Hoaqin, I already met someo-"
"Yeah, yeah. The mystery stranger that you slept with once and have no idea how to find." Shibisu cut Aguero off and frowned.
"Alright, cut the crap." Aguero pouted at Shibisu’s stabbing comment. "I'm here to work."
Shibisu sighed a year's worth of air out of his body. His best friend seemed to have a knack for chasing trouble, but there was nothing he could do about it. So, he went ahead with Aguero's induction. He went through all of the paperwork and told him everything he needed to know and took him on a tour of the building. They ended the morning by meeting Aguero's new boss.
"Viole Grace is the CEO as I'm sure you know." Shibisu reminded Aguero as they approached an office. "He's a really good boss. Young, really down to earth and nice." Shibisu continued to sing his praises until they came to a stop outside the door and he knocked.
Aguero was absentmindedly playing out a fantasy of another handsome boss that he could wrap around his little finger. Obviously he would do a better job this time than he did with Hoaqin.
A muffled voice called through the thick wooden door and Aguero hastily smoothed down his suit and hair, then plastered on his best and most charming smile.
Shibisu entered the room first. "Viole, I've brought the new personal assistant that will be joining the team."
He strode in with Aguero following hot on his heels. However, when Shibisu finally stepped out of the way and gave Aguero a clear view of his new boss, Aguero's perfectly charming mask cracked and he stumbled. An equally surprised face stared back at him.
Aguero recognised him instantly. How could he not!? He'd been dreaming about this face for the past two weeks!
The shocked golden eyes looking straight at him suddenly crinkled. Surprise replaced with mirth. Viole propped his elbows on his desk and cradled his chin on the back of his clasped hands.
"It's a pleasure to meet you…" His voice trailed off.
"Oh, this is Aguero Khun." Shibisu jumped in to introduce the new employee when he realised Aguero had no intention of responding. He furrowed his brow and looked between Aguero and Viole, confused by the odd atmosphere.
"Aguero." Viole rolled the name over his tongue as if savouring the taste. Then he grinned, "I look forward to working with you, Aguero."
Shibisu glanced at his friend and waited for him to say something. Usually, at this point, he would request that his surname be used to address him; for some reason, he didn't like others to use his given name. But he didn't say a peep. Only his skin looked abnormally pale and complex emotions seemed to flash through his eyes like a storm.
There were a few more moments of awkward silence until Shibisu couldn't take it anymore and he pushed Aguero from the room. He rushed them back to the original meeting room and it wasn't until the door was firmly shut behind them that Shibisu demanded, "What the hell was that about?"
He knew he wasn't imagining the ambiguous atmosphere between the two and Shibisu could already feel his blood pressure rising with stress. Aguero failed to answer immediately as well, instead he supported himself with one hand on the back of a chair and he rubbed his forehead with his eyes closed. Shibisu waited impatiently for an explanation.
"It's him." Aguero finally confessed with reluctance and defeat. "He's the one I had a one night stand with."
Gobsmacked was one word to describe Shibisu’s reaction. He was stunned into silence. He stuttered, "b-but, he… I thought, I thought he was strai-, and you said, you said his name was Bam…"
"That's what he told me!" Aguero argued back, surprisingly frustrated with everything when he should have been flying high for having found him. "I guess he lied, it's not like I gave him my name either." Aguero tried to explain the discrepancy. "I can't believe he's my new boss…"
Aguero groaned and Shibisu snapped back to reality. A stern expression appeared on his face and he pointed at Aguero.
"No. Just no. No, no, no!" He repeated the word over and over and warned his friend, knowing exactly what Aguero was like. "Don't you dare. You are not allowed to play your games with my boss." He point blank laid down his statement. "No. Do not even think about it."
Aguero glanced at Shibisu with a blank expression. It was strange, because he had every intention of messing with his new boss and seeing what additional benefits he could gain with the possibility of acquiring a new sugar daddy. But, weirdly enough, finding out that his new boss was Bam, Viole , Aguero actually agreed with Shibisu for once.
For some reason, he didn't want to chase Viole to be his sugar daddy.