Robert's POV

Jerry was the kind of person who could make a whole entire room smile. He had a vibrancy about him that brought joy to everyone he talked to. His smile alone looked like it could have been made by sunshine.

Would I be happy as his boyfriend? Yes; more than happy. But that wasn't what he deserved. He was too young. He would eventually fall in love with someone his age, with whom he could lead a normal, happy life.

"I'm not interested in you romantically," I lied right through my teeth. I managed to say it with enough detachment that Jerry nodded. "And I know you aren't interested in me either."

I wanted to see his reaction, but he was good. His face didn't change, but there was the smallest shift in his breathing.

"And yes, the idea of you having to date someone who is twice your age makes me feel guilty." That was the truth. "But you know what wouldn't make me feel guilty at all?"

"Sex," Jerry blurted. His pupils were wider than I'd ever seen; eyes a crystal, captivating green. His dirty blonde hair was curling a little at the temples with sweat, which shouldn't have been attractive, but it was.

I smiled and let my hand slide further up his thigh, close enough to make him gasp. "Exactly."

I would take what I could get. And if I fell in love with the wild boy and his soft smile, so be it. I could make myself let him go.

Subconsciously, Jerry spread his legs wider. His eyes traveled from my crotch, to my chest, and then to my eyes. He smirked. "That sounds awesome."

"Want to find a bed somewhere?" I gasped, worried for just a second the the would get mad at my presumption.

Thankfully, Jerry was just as horny as I was. "Absolutely," he gasped, hopping off of the desk. I grabbed the key to my room — the one I hadn't used in months — and we nearly fell out of my office, kissing.

Actually, we nearly fell right into Aidan Demos' arms.

He crossed his arms and glared. "Oh, you're finally done being disgusting. Great. Come on, lovebirds, you're needed at the front of the club."

The shift in mood was so abrupt I was confused. "Wha— What? Why are you waiting outside my door like a creep?"

Aidan's eyes were usually an intimidatingly dark grey, but my words somehow made them even darker. "Oh, I knocked. Multiple times. I kicked your door twice. I gave up when I heard moaning."

Jerry and I exchanged a sheepish look. "Sorry?" Jerry squeaked.

Aidan glared. He pointed at my crotch. "The tip of your dick is sticking out of your pants. Might wanna fix that before you go talk to people."

He stalked off and I awkwardly fixed my pants.

Jerry laughed and checked his phone. "Damn, all this drama and it isn't even midnight yet! Shame he killed the mood though, huh?"

My cock was throbbing so bad that it physically hurt. I gritted my teeth. "No kidding. I'll go deal with whatever's happening at the door, and then maybe... want to come home with me?"

Jerry propped his fists on his hips and grinned. "I thought we weren't doing romance. Yuck." He stuck out his tongue and fake-vomited.

I challenged him with a raised eyebrow. "Where I'll bend you over the arm of my sofa and fuck you until you scream my name?"

"Damn, dude!"

I kissed him and left him sputtering.

When I made it to the front, I found Aidan next to a very nervous employee. She talked before I'd even finished walking up to them.

"I promise, it was an honest mistake!" she cried. "And the bouncer let them in too. I didn't even think to look at the binder, I'm sorry—"

"What's going on?" I asked, feeling pretty sorry for the poor girl. Aidan could be mean when he really put his mind to it.

"What's going on," Aidan snapped, "is that your incompetent employees let Jim and Adam into the club. Finn saw them drinking at the bar, but now we don't know where they went. Hey, isn't there a binder filled with pictures of people you aren't allowed to let in? Do you have trouble looking at pictures, Moira?"

Moira ducked her head and her mouth wobbled. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean anything bad by it. I just didn't recognize them from the binder."

"Okay, okay," I interrupted, sending Aidan a look. "No need to be a jerk about it. She clearly made an honest mistake. Moira, please don't let them out of the club, okay? We're going to go looking."

Aidan pulled out the binder from the stand and slowly opened it. "So it's not that hard— you take this part and you pull it up like that, see? That's how you open a binder, Moira. And you have these things called eyes? You're going to—"

"Okay, Aidan," I snapped tugging him away. I gave Moira an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, doll, he's got a personal vendetta."

"Calling your female employees 'doll' is creepy," Aidan growled. We left Moira, holding back tears, to wait by the stand. We ventured into the mess of a dance floor to try to find our culprits. "Also, why don't you give me a job?"

I stared at him. "You're just offering yourself a job at my club?"

"Yeah," he drawled. "I am. I could help with your plans to revamp your club."

I perked up. Now I was listening.

"I think you need me," Aidan continued, with his typical self-assured tone. "I could be the supervisor of your employees. Train em, make the schedule, keep em in line, that kind of thing. Because you don't really do much besides make a schedule, and that doesn't make for a smoothly-run club. Hey, don't look offended! I'm being honest, here."

"Maybe," I decided, choosing to focus more on finding Adam and Jim.

Although I had to admit, the offer was a good one. It would definitely take a lot of stress of my plate of Aidan managed my employees. That way I wan't the one who had to deal with schedule changes regarding vacations, family emergencies, or whatever.

Besides, Aidan was a college professor. He was probably good at working with young adults who had zero motivation whatsoever.

"Actually," I revised, making Aidan perk up. "You're hired. Let's talk about this more tomorrow."

Aidan grinned. "Great. Maybe now I'll have some pocket cash to give Finn that cruise he keeps begging for."

I shook my head, baffled by this man. That was what love did to you, I supposed. One second he acts like an absolute asshole to unsuspecting employees, the next minute he's totally lovesick. It confused me to no end.

"Maybe we'll make it a double date," I mused, thinking about how hot Jerry would look in a bathing suit. "I wouldn't complain."

Aidan snorted. "Maybe you should figure out your relationship with Jerry first. Are you two going to be going on cruises or fucking in offices? There's a difference there."

Ugh. Of course he'd mention that. "We weren't fucking— oh! Aidan, look. There's Jim and Abraham."

Aidan gave me the oddest expression, then he burst out laughing. "Abraham?! As in Abraham Lincoln? Holy— that is gold. Why did I never think of that?" he cackled. "Where's Finn? I'm crying right now. I've gotta tell him."

I grabbed Aidan's wrist before he could go find his boyfriend and gestured at the two culprits, just to remind him what our task was.

Although, before we went in for the kill, we stood there and judged their dance moves.

Adam was jerking his body around like he was a demon being exorcised. He didn't have a drop of rhythm in his movements and it was honestly pathetic.

Jim, on the other hand, was dancing like he was trying to publicly fuck Adam. He kept moving up and down Adam's body, grinding and squeezing and thrusting.

Aidan looked at me, slightly disturbed. "We need to kick them out for the good of the public. People are giving them looks."

Aidan was right. This was atrocious.

I lead the pack and grabbed Adam by the upper arm. "You need to get the fuck out of my club. You've been given one warning, now this is two. If I catch you in here a third time, we're looking at a restraining order."

I made sure to intentionally keep my voice low and threatening, but Adam started laughing. He reached up and pet my beard. With his hand. ...On my beard.

"Wow, aren't... aren't you so fuckin' tough," he drawled. With his hand still on my beard.

"Please keep your hands off of my face," I growled. I nodded at Aidan to grab Jim.

Jim moaned the second Aidan secured a grip on his arm. "Yes, Master, I love it when you get rough with me!" he giggled, leaning in with puckered lips.

Aidan's look was pure deadpan. "Yeah, you're getting the fuck out of here."

We dragged the man babies all the way back to the stand, where Moira was furiously paging through the binder and squinting at pictures.

"Good studying," Aidan praised. "You'll keep a job another day."

Moira nodded furiously, face bright red.

"C'mon Aidan," I sighed, tugging Adam beyond the stand and out the door of the club. "Are they wasted?"

"Adam is," Aidan informed me. "This is just Jim's personality."

"Shut the fuck— my name is John, you absolute cocksucker!" Jim cried, shoving at Aidan's bicep. "Fucking shit!"

Adam make a choking laugh. He looked at Aidan with a tiny smile and a bit of a blush. "Hi, Aid. I wanted to—"

And then, without further ado, he bent over and vomited on the sidewalk.

I hopped back to avoid getting any on my shoes. "That is disgusting," I snarled. "We have a drink limit in the club."

Aidan hummed. "That means you have more dishonest employees behind the bar." The gleam in his eyes was almost wicked, and his smirk was downright sadistic. "I'll have a really fun time straightening them out."

Adam stood up and grinned. "You're hot," he told Aidan.

"Okay," Aidan drawled. "Time for you to go back to whatever layer of hell your crawl out of every morning. Jim, please drive him home."

Jim made a whiney noise and attempted to kiss Aidan again, but stalked away when his attempt failed. He grabbed Adam by the arm and dragged him off to the car. Once they'd piled in and successfully driven off, Aidan and I headed back to the club.

"I'd love to stay and chat," I lied, feeling my arousal return with a vengeance. "But I promised Jerry a ride home right about now."

Aidan fake-puked. "That's so gross. I don't want to know anything else about that. Goodbye." I smirked as he stalked away. Aidan was kind of adorable, in a ruffled-feathers, stay-the-fuck-away-from-me kind of way.

With that drama aside, I went to the lockers to find Jerry dressed and ready to go. He beamed at me the moment he saw me. "Alright, take me home, Master Sir Domly Sir."

I didn't waste another second.

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