STORY EXCERPT

“Do you know Hulls’ Health Supplements?” Benedict inquired out of the blue, and Howard was even more bewildered by that abrupt change in topic.

“Of course! That’s a multi-billion-dollar company. Why—oh!” Howard gaped when the realization came upon him. Benedict’s last name was Hulls. “Are you the owner?”

“Yeah, and I believe I’ve come up with a mutually beneficial arrangement for the two of us.”

“What do you mean?”

Benedict was quiet for a second or two. “Actually, I need your help.”

Then Howard listened attentively as Benedict proceeded to inform him about his recent trouble with an ex-girlfriend, the paparazzi, and the horrid articles currently circulating on the internet. Apparently, if he didn’t do anything about the situation, it might worsen, and that might affect the company in a negative way.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Howard said once Benedict had finished with his story. “But what can I do for you?”

“I’m sure you need money for the restaurant. Am I right?”

Howard snorted. “Of course. I have tons of bills to take care of. I’m not hurting for money, but I don’t have extra cash lying around for renovations or future emergencies.”

“Great. Why don’t you and I pretend to date each other?”

Howard was shocked. “What?”

“I’m bisexual, and it doesn’t matter if you’re straight, bi, or gay. We won’t be dating for real anyway. We just need to be seen together in public.”

Howard honestly thought the plan sounded insane, but he decided to believe in Benedict. “I’m gay, and I don’t mind faking a relationship with you. I still don’t understand what your plan is, though.”

“The paparazzi, for some weird reason, are obsessed with me even though I’m not a celebrity. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about that. Since I’m currently having a problem with the paparazzi and those online articles, I need to resolve it somehow. If the two of us start going out on dates, the paparazzi will see us, and hopefully, they will focus more on us and our relationship. That should be enough to shift their attention away from Sharon and that terrible interview. In exchange for your time and effort, I will give you five thousand dollars per date. You can use the money to renovate the restaurant, buy more equipment for the kitchen, or do some kind of promotions. The money is yours so you can do whatever you like with it.”

Howard gasped softly. “Five thousand dollars?”

“Yes,” Benedict confirmed. “No sexual activities. Purely dating. We can sign a contract so everything will be legal. I promise we will only go out twice a week, and the contract will last for half a year.”

“Half a year?” Howard repeated in bewilderment.

“That should be long enough to make the paparazzi and the public forget about Sharon and those damn articles.”

Howard stared at Benedict. Dating someone as good-looking and sexy as Benedict would pose no hardship whatsoever. Even without the financial reward attached to it, Howard would still be willing to help Benedict out, but earning some extra money was definitely nice. He could use the money to make some improvements on the restaurant, which might entice more customers to come in and have a meal. He would have to manage his time carefully so he could juggle work, his personal life, and this potential commitment with Benedict. It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it. He was curious about one important thing, though.

“How can you be sure that I won’t sell you out by contacting the paparazzi?”

“The contract,” Benedict replied. “The terms and conditions will be stated clearly in it, and that includes the stipulation that neither of us is allowed to openly discuss this matter with anyone else other than our lawyers.”

“Lawyers?”

“I have several of them.”

“Okay.”

“Do we have a deal?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Howard grinned while shaking his head in amazement. He probably should have expected it. After all, the townhouse had six floors, and it made sense to install an elevator in it. Howard and Benedict didn’t go into the kitchen. Instead, they walked past it straight into a small hallway, and there was an elevator right at the end. When they got inside, Benedict tapped on the button for the sixth floor. Howard guessed that must be where the master bedroom was located, but before he could inquire about it, Benedict suddenly shoved him against the wall of the elevator and physically lifted him off the floor before pressing their lips together. Howard had made out with Benedict before, but it felt different this time around. Back then, Benedict’s kiss had been gentler and more tender. This time around, it was rougher, and Howard could sense the palpable hunger, lust, and desperation that Benedict didn’t seem inclined to conceal any longer. He retaliated by grabbing the hair on the back of Benedict’s head and pulling the man impossibly closer toward him. Then he slipped his tongue into Benedict’s mouth, and he shut his eyes in satisfaction and rumbled deep in his throat when his boyfriend fought back against him.

He was so engrossed in the battle of dominance between him and Benedict he honestly had no idea when the elevator had arrived on the sixth floor. He only realized it moments after Benedict had carried him out from the elevator while they were still locked together by their lips and tongues. He opened his eyes in surprise, and he managed to get a glimpse of the short hallway, along with a door or two on one side of it. Then Benedict opened a door on the other side of the hallway, and once they got inside, he kicked the door shut. It was dark inside, and Howard’s sight had yet to adjust to the lack of any lighting in the room. Fortunately, Benedict obviously knew where everything was because the next thing Howard knew, the two of them had landed on the firm mattress while they were still kissing like two sex-starved beasts who were unwilling to part. Not even for a single second. However, Howard was startled when Benedict started tearing his shirt off. Literally. He could hear the sound of the clothes being ripped apart right down the front center of it. He hastily broke away from Benedict and gaped.

“Ben, this is my favorite shirt.”

“I’m sorry, man,” Benedict said, but he didn’t sound apologetic at all. In fact, his tone of voice indicated that he was gleeful and more than a little smug. “I’ll buy you several new shirts to replace it.”

“That’s not the po—”

Howard didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence because Benedict was already kissing him again while shredding apart whatever remained of his poor shirt. He wanted to continue being annoyed by Benedict’s action for a few seconds longer, but a part of him was highly aroused by the man’s strength. He was also unable to think about anything else because Benedict was such a good kisser. He couldn’t help but moan every time Benedict lapped and licked at his tongue. He decided to take revenge on behalf of his shirt by making sure that Benedict’s undoubtedly expensive button-down shirt would have the same fate. However, Benedict didn’t even stop kissing him. If anything, Benedict appeared to growl in approval before attacking Howard’s lips and tongue even more ferociously than before.

Howard had no choice but to submit to Benedict. He didn’t resist when Benedict removed the rest of his clothes. In fact, he eagerly assisted Benedict. He also stripped Benedict naked with lots of enthusiasm. After that, he lay down on his back in anticipation. He gasped in shock when Benedict began to nibble and lightly bite at his ears because he could feel the man’s long and thick cock rubbing against his right leg while incessantly dribbling a copious amount of precum all over it. There was so much precum he honestly thought Benedict had a premature ejaculation or something. He could also feel the hair on Benedict’s chest, stomach, arms, groin, and legs. He had some body hair, but definitely not as much as Benedict. Then he gasped when Benedict started working his way downward. Benedict seemed to be particularly obsessed with Howard’s neck because he spent quite a bit of time there. He also chewed and suckled on Howard’s nipples for a long time before traveling all the way down to his cock and balls.

Howard was impressed when Benedict was able to deepthroat his dick all the way down to the base. He wasn’t the most well-endowed man in the world, but he had around seven and a half inches, and in his opinion, its girth was quite impressive. Most of the men from his past had encountered some troubles trying to take in the entire length. However, Benedict had no trouble swallowing every single inch in one smooth stroke. He was even able to slip his tongue all the way down and lick at some parts of Howard’s balls. Benedict must be one of those people who was blessed with a long and agile tongue. Howard lay down and enjoyed himself thoroughly.