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"""No, stop! I'm a man! It won't fit!"" ""Shh... just relax for me, sweetheart. You can take all of it.""" ..................................................... Chapter 1 A Sugar Daddy A sharp, blinding pain tore through him... Bradley shut his eyes tight, holding back a whimper. He didn't dare make a sound, keeping his breaths shallow and ragged. He kept his eyes shut and dared not make a sound. He even held his breath gently. Tears trickled from the corners of his eyes and soaked into the fabric beneath him. "Relax." Malcolm Dukes spoke from right behind him. His voice was broken with heavy breathing, and warm breath brushed against Bradley's neck. Bradley could not bring himself to do it. Every muscle in his body went taut, and his back went rigid. The pain was far worse than he had imagined. Only one thought lingered in his mind. Let it end soon. Time dragged on and on. Each second felt endless and unbearable. If only I could borrow money, if only I had another choice... ***** Three days earlier, in the back alley behind Lost Bar, Gavin Earle shoved Bradley hard against the wall. The sharp smell of cigarette smoke and stale breath drifted across his face. Gavin said, "Three days. Just three days. If you don't pay back the twenty-thousand-dollar interest within that time, we'll go talk to your sister, Janelle Wicker. She's a senior this year, almost eighteen—the perfect age to make easy money." Bradley's fingers clenched tight. His nails dug into his own palms. His face stayed completely unreadable, and he only swallowed roughly once. Bradley said, "I'll pay you back." His tone was flat and cold. Gavin cracked a wide grin and patted Bradley's cheek roughly. He said, "That's what I like to hear. We're reasonable guys, after all." The three men stumbled away slowly. The alley fell silent again, with faint music floating over from the nearby bar. Bradley leaned against the wall, then slid down until he sat on the cold ground. The night wind was chilly. He pulled out his phone, its screen crisscrossed with cracks. His account balance showed 217.43 dollars. Three days. If I don't come up with the cash in three days, they really will go after Janelle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, every trace of unease in his eyes was locked away. Bradley stood up and brushed dust off his trousers. ***** Inside Lost Bar, the lights were dim, and the music blared loudly. Malcolm sat in a corner booth, swirling his glass of whiskey without a care. Harvey Gower leaned close, raising his voice to cut through the noise. He said, "Great place, right? The bartender here is incredibly skilled." Malcolm did not respond. His gaze moved past the bustling crowd and settled on the man behind the bar. The young man was in his early twenties, around five feet nine inches tall. He wore a well-fitted black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing pale wrists. Lights fell from above and outlined his sharp side profile—a straight nose and a neat, firm jawline. His movements while mixing drinks were smooth and fluid. The muscles in his arms tensed slightly as he shook the cocktail shaker, and his eyes stayed fixed intently on the container. Malcolm watched him for five full minutes. The bartender took three orders and never lifted his head once. Harvey followed his line of sight and laughed. He said, "You're interested? Nice taste. He's the best-looking bartender here. Word has it he's tough, though. Plenty of people hit on him, but I've never seen him smile at anyone." Malcolm took a sip of his drink and stayed quiet. Ten more minutes passed. The bartender's phone, tucked under the bar counter, lit up. He glanced at the screen and frowned. He mumbled a few words to a coworker, then stepped out from behind the bar and headed for the back door. Malcolm set down his glass. "I'm going out for a smoke." ***** In the back alley, Malcolm pushed open the rear door and stepped outside. He arrived just as he witnessed the whole confrontation. He saw Gavin pin Bradley to the wall and spit out harsh threats. He saw Bradley's stiff profile and heard his cold promise to pay the debt. Malcolm stayed quiet and leaned against the doorframe to light a cigarette. He watched Bradley sink down onto the ground in silence. Then he watched him stand up again, still without a word. Bradley turned to walk back into the bar. Malcolm stepped forward and spoke out of nowhere. "Do you need money?" Bradley looked up at him. The alley was too dark for Malcolm to read his expression, but he could feel Bradley's eyes studying him carefully. Bradley walked around him and kept heading for the bar's back entrance. Malcolm stepped sideways and blocked his path once more. "I can give you the money." Bradley stopped walking. "Who are you?" Malcolm took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke slowly. "A sugar daddy." Bradley stared at him for two seconds. A soft, mocking laugh escaped his lips. He said, "Sorry, but I’m not for sale." Bradley walked past Malcolm again and pulled the door open to go inside. Right before the door shut completely, he heard Malcolm's voice. "Don't say no right away. Think it over." Malcolm finished his cigarette in the alley. He stubbed out the butt and tossed it into the trash can in the corner, then walked back into the bar. Loud music filled his ears once again. For the next thirty minutes, Malcolm watched Bradley turn down one man who handed him a business card and two women who came over to flirt. Bradley handled every refusal the exact same way. He looked up, shook his head, then bowed his head and got back to work. Soon after, Bradley's phone under the counter vibrated. It was a text from Janelle. She typed, "Bradley, I'm home. Have you eaten dinner? My math teacher praised me again today." Bradley glanced at the screen and started typing. His stern, cold expression softened instantly. All the hardness faded from his face in an instant. A gentle, bright smile spread across his lips, and his eyes lit up happily. He seemed like a totally different person—nothing like the tense, guarded man from the alley. Malcolm's fingers tightened around his whiskey glass. That smile was so pure. It felt totally out of place in this loud, messy bar. It was like a bright light cutting through all the gloom here. Harvey leaned over again. "What? Pretty impressive, huh? Too bad he never lets anyone get close to him." Malcolm turned toward Harvey. "What's his name?" Harvey paused for a second, then caught on. "It's Bradley. Wait a second—are you really into him?" Malcolm did not answer. He drained his drink in one gulp, his eyes still locked on Bradley's figure. Beneath the bar lights, Bradley slid a finished drink across the counter to a customer. The warm smile vanished the second he lifted his head. He was once again the cold, distant bartender everyone knew. But that brief smile had left a strange stir in Malcolm's chest. He had never been this curious about anyone before. He wanted to see what warmth hid under that tough outer shell. Malcolm grabbed his jacket from the booth. "I'm leaving." Harvey called out after him, "Hey, it's way too early to go!" Malcolm did not wait to hear the rest. He turned and walked toward the main door. He glanced over at the bar as he passed by. Bradley was busy mixing drinks for a guest. His head was bowed, and his face looked fully focused under the lights. It was as if nothing that had happened in the alley had ever occurred. Malcolm pushed open the front door and stepped out into the street. Chapter 2 The Deal Bradley had not gotten a proper night's sleep for three days straight. He made more than a dozen calls. He reached out to old high school classmates, but none had any spare cash to lend him. He talked to regulars at the bar he knew well, yet they just laughed and changed the subject. He asked the bookkeeper for an advance on his pay, only to be told the place never did such things. He also tried to apply for fast online loans. Every application got rejected because he had missed payments on a past loan. The third day was Saturday. At half past six in the afternoon, he rode his delivery scooter to pick Janelle up after school. Janelle wore her school uniform and carried a backpack. She ran out through the school gates. "Bradley! Why are you here?" Bradley said, "I was passing by, so I came to get you." He took her backpack from her shoulders. Janelle tilted her head up to look at him. She said, "I got first place in our math quiz today." Bradley said, "That's awesome." He wanted to smile, but his face felt too heavy to move. Janelle noticed his tired look. "Your dark circles are really bad." Bradley said, "The bar's been busy. Come on, let's head home." Janelle chattered happily about things at school while sitting on the scooter's back seat. Bradley listened, tapping his fingers lightly on the handlebars. Two hours to go. He arrived at Lost Bar right at eight thirty that night. Frank Key, his coworker, handed him a cocktail shaker. He said, "You look awful. Are you sick?" Bradley said, "I just haven't slept much." He took the shaker and started prepping supplies for the shift. At nine thirty, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and read a text. Gavin typed, "Back door. Now." Bradley froze for two seconds. He set down the shaker and spoke to the coworker beside him. "I'm heading outside for a minute." Gavin was already waiting in the back alley, and four other men stood with him this time. He twisted a lighter between his fingers. "The three days are up, Bradley. Where's the money?" Bradley's tone stayed flat. "Gavin, can you give me a few more days? I'll pay you everything once we get paid at the end of the month." Gavin laughed and shot a quick look at the men around him. "End of the month? It's only the twentieth now. Do you expect us to go broke waiting?" "I..." Bradley started to speak, but Gavin put away his lighter and cut him off. He said, "Enough. We'll go find Janelle at school. That girl's pretty. She can quit classes and work at a club—she'll make money fast there." Bradley's expression turned sharp instantly. "Stay away from her." Gavin raised his voice sharply. "Then pay what you owe! I already gave you three extra days. You don't think we run a charity, do you?" Footsteps echoed from the alley entrance. Everyone turned to look. Malcolm stepped out of the shadows. He wore a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, twirling a set of car keys between his fingers. He asked, "Want me to pay off his debt?" Bradley's eyes narrowed when he saw him. "No." Malcolm glanced at Gavin with a mischievous grin. "Then go ahead and find Janelle." Gavin sized Malcolm up, his gaze lingering a moment on the watch around his wrist. "Fine." He grinned at Bradley. "We'll wait for Janelle outside Northveil High School tomorrow." The men turned to leave. Bradley spoke in a rushed voice. "Wait." Gavin looked back. "What now?" Bradley stared at the ground and swallowed hard. He lifted his head and faced Malcolm. Bradley said, "Could you pay the money for me first? I'll pay you back once I get my paycheck." Malcolm walked over and stopped right in front of him. They stood close, and Bradley could smell the light scent of cologne on his skin. Malcolm said, "I don’t care about the money. You know exactly what I want from you." Bradley said nothing. He curled his hands at his sides and pressed his nails into his palms. The alley fell quiet. Faint music drifted over from the distant bar, muffled. Malcolm waited a few seconds, then turned to leave. "If this is too hard, forget it." He took one step forward, and a cold hand grabbed his wrist tight. Bradley said, "Please pay it for me." His voice trembled. Malcolm turned back. "So you agree?" Bradley nodded. Malcolm pulled an envelope from his pants pocket and held it out to Gavin. "Twenty thousand dollars. Count it." Gavin took the envelope, pulled out the cash, and counted it quickly. "It's all here." He tucked the envelope inside his coat and smiled at Malcolm. "Generous guy. You're lucky, Bradley." The men left. Only Malcolm and Bradley remained in the alley. Malcolm said, "Come with me." Bradley stepped half a step back, his throat dry. "Can we work out another deal? I'll pay you back every cent, plus interest." Malcolm looked straight at him. "You just agreed a second ago. Are you trying to back out?" Bradley looked away and struggled to find words. "That's not it. I just... I'm afraid you'll think this isn't worth it." Malcolm said, "Whether it's worth it is my choice. You just need to keep your promise." Bradley stayed silent for a long time. He took a deep breath, his tone filled with despair. "Alright. Wait for me. I need to ask my boss for time off." Malcolm nodded. "I'll be at the front door." Bradley pushed open the back door and walked into the bar. The loud music made his ears ring. He headed to manager Edwin Hodge's office, knocked, and stepped inside. Bradley said, "Edwin, something came up. I need to leave early." Edwin looked up from his computer. "Now? It's only ten o'clock." Bradley said, "It's a family issue." Edwin glanced at his pale face and waved his hand. "Go on then. This counts as a half-day leave, so we'll deduct half your pay." Bradley said, "Thank you." He changed out of his work uniform and put on his hoodie. Bradley moved slowly, wishing time would slow down. Twenty minutes passed before he walked out the bar's front entrance. Malcolm leaned against his sports car, scrolling on his phone. The screen's glow fell across his face. He put the phone away and stood up when he saw Bradley approaching. Bradley walked toward him with heavy steps. Malcolm stepped forward and slung an arm over his shoulders. He was half a head taller and much more muscular. Bradley could feel the subtle pressure of his presence, along with the warmth from his palm. Malcolm led him to the car, and the door lifted open automatically. He said, "Get in." Bradley climbed into the passenger seat. His hands shook badly as he fastened his seatbelt, and it took three tries to lock it into place. Malcolm got behind the wheel and started the engine. The sports car merged into the busy night traffic. The car stayed quiet. Bradley watched the streetlights flash past outside the window. How am I going to get through tonight? The vehicle drove into an upscale residential area, circled around an artificial lake, and stopped in front of a single-story villa. Malcolm got out first, then walked around to open Bradley's door. "Step out." Bradley unbuckled his seatbelt. His legs went weak the moment his feet touched the ground. Malcolm reached out and held his arm to steady him. "Stay on your feet." The villa door used a fingerprint lock. Malcolm pressed his finger to the sensor, and the door unlocked. The inside was completely dark. He flipped on the light switch. The living room was large, decorated in a simple style. It felt cold and empty, with no sign of daily life. Malcolm took Bradley's hand and led him toward the stairs. Bradley's hand was cold and sweaty, but he did not resist and let himself be guided. The master bedroom on the second floor stood open. Malcolm pulled him inside, let go of his hand, and turned on the bedside lamp. Warm yellow light filled the room. A big bed sat in the middle, covered with dark gray sheets, with no extra decorations at all. Bradley stopped at the doorway and refused to move further inside. Malcolm turned around and saw that Bradley was trembling. He asked, "Never been with a man before?"

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