Silver & Black (21 page)

“Good day, Connor. It’s lovely seeing you again.”

“Oh, I wish I could say the same.”
Hey, I like Connor
.

“Loyal, loyal Connor. How did Brian get so lucky?” he fakes. “That’s right, it’s amazing what money can buy. Isn’t that right, Mr. Black?”

“Ok, Professor Jackass,” Levi says waving his hands. “Why don’t you take your little bag and your big attitude and go bother other people that will buy into your pathetic displays because we’re not buying it.”

“Calm down there, Mr. Martinez. I’m leaving, but I look forward to seeing you at the engagement party, Greyson.”

“Crazy man, say what?” Levi snaps his fingers.

“Levi, I got this. What are you talking about? Now I know that you’re talking bullshit.”

“Oh, no, no…. there is no bullshit, as you so eloquently put it, here. Deborah’s fiancé is my old college buddy―frat brothers.” He grins and pulls out his keys. “Enjoy the rest of your day that I’m sure Brian has arranged. He’s always so thoughtful and always so particular about his boys.” I choose to ignore him. He was parked directly behind Connor. Connor rushes us in the car. We wait until Marcus drives around us.

“That man is a capital asshat,” Levi says.

“I don’t know what an asshat is but I agree,” Connor huffs. “Don’t listen to him, please. He really is just trying to stir the pot.”

“What is it with him, Connor? Did he do this with other men that Brian was involved with?”

“There really hasn’t been any. Brian broke things off a long time ago with him. He must have harbored feelings or something. Marcus did help Brian out during a very rough time in his life. But any which way, he doesn’t need to treat you like this. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ve dealt with many assholes. I can deal with Marcus.” I lean up between the seats. “There is one other place I want to go. Do you mind?”

“I’m all yours today, Mr. Black.”

“Where’re we going?” Levi asks.

“Marcus was right about one thing. These suits, the shop, it’s just not me. I want to wear something that’s more me.”

~Chapter Twenty-Four~

After a day of shopping, Connor drops Levi and I off at home. As much as I don’t want to admit it, I enjoyed spending Silver’s money. I know Levi did as well. We even went to a nice dinner with Connor and had a long talk about Marcus. I feel better now that he has explained how dysfunctional Marcus can be. It turns out Marcus comes from money. He inherited a fortune from his parents.
I was wondering how he could afford all the fancy stuff
. Connor explained that after Marcus and Brian broke up, Marcus changed. They stayed friends, but nothing would ever happen between them again.
Happy to hear that.

I have sworn Connor to secrecy about my little shopping spree after we left the other shop. I want what I’ve picked out to wear to be a secret. Connor was happy to oblige, and I trust he will. I tried texting and calling Silver, but got no response. He had said he was going to be in and out of business meetings all day.

As I put away all the packages, I glance at my phone. I feel like a teenager waiting for his secret crush to call. It’s both exciting and unnerving. “Maybe I should text him and tell him thank you,” I say out loud to myself.

“I say do it,” Levi says coming through my bedroom door. “I had a fucking great time today, and Connor is so cool.”

“Yeah, I like him. He and Silver are best friends.”

“Aw, they’re us in a rich form.” He laughs then flops on my bed. “Milo’s coming over.”

“Ok. I’ll make sure to wear some earplugs. I’m glad you found someone you mesh so well with.”

“Oh, honey, we mesh perfectly, and often.” He clicks his tongue. “I like him. He’s different than most men I date. Maybe polar opposites do attract.”

“Certainly in my case,” I agree. Levi yawns and stretches out on my bed. “If you’re so tired, why don’t you just get some rest? You go a mile a minute, my friend. You’re going to burn yourself out. You need your strength for your new job. When do you start at the club?”

“Tomorrow. Brian is having me go in and get acquainted with the staff and facility. I have to be there about noon. I am beat though, maybe I can talk Milo into just snuggling for the night. The man is a sex addict.”

Knowing Milo, I was shocked to hear those words coming from Levi’s mouth. “You guys are perfect for each other then.”

“You said it. Now, have you heard from your man? I say call him.”

“You don’t think it would be too needy?”

“Not at all. I think it would be wrong not to call and thank that man properly. Actually,” he says sitting up on his knees. “You should do something more erotic.”

“I already texted him that picture.”

“Text him more, or less actually. He’d love that.”

“I’m not too sure about that.” We hear a loud knock at the front door. “Think that’s for you.”

“Just think about.” He climbs off the bed. “If you need me just knock, love.”

Maybe I should take a shower and relax for the night, get my mind off of Silver. As I undress my phone rings. My heart flutters at the sight of his name. I feel like such a foolish school boy. “Hello.” I play it casual, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

“Hey, there. I’m so sorry I missed your text and call earlier. I’ve been so busy.” His voice sounds so good right now.

“I understand. You’re there on business, Silver. I don’t expect you to drop everything when I call.”

“Well you should. I’m trying to make appropriate changes.” I can hear him shuffling in the background. He sounds as if he’s changing.

“Appropriate changes? What are you doing anyway?” I listen to him huff into the phone.

“Changing. I have a business dinner I’m about to leave for. I just wanted to call you real fast before it got too late. I don’t know what time I’ll be back in.”

“Should I let you go so you can get ready?”

“No, no. Connor told me you all went to dinner, how was it?”

“It was nice. Connor is a great guy. I know I keep saying that.”

“He is, and he feels the same about you. That makes me happy. Connor’s opinion is like gold to me.” He exhales. “He also told me that you ran into Marcus.”

“Now that guy, I hate.” I chuckle.

“Yes, I’m beginning to feel the same way. I don’t know what has come over him. It’s not like he and I were that close. We haven’t been ‘close’ in years.” He slows. “He’ll get over it or he won’t be in my life. I have no problems cutting people out that are toxic.”

“Take note,” I joke.

“You should.” He laughs, and then I hear the sound of brushing. He mumbles something.

“Are you brushing your teeth?”

“Ha, yeah, sorry. My associate will be here and I just want to be ready. We’re going to check out a competitor’s club. I figured we need to compare to see what makes it here in LA.”

“Sounds like fun. Who’s all going?” before he could answer. I hear a knock in the back ground through his phone.

“One second,” he says then all I hear is muffled talking.

“Do you always answer the door with no shirt on?” the man at the door says to Silver. I only hear that one voice. It’s deep, very manly.

I hear Silver laugh and then say, “I’m talking to my friend. I lost track of time. I’ll just be a few minutes. Please help yourself to anything in the bar.” The sounds of rustling and walking is all I hear. “You there?” I don’t say anything, thinking he is speaking to the other man. “Greyson, you still with me?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Yes,” he corrects me. I roll my eyes.

“Yes. Why do you always do that?” I don’t know if I was getting irritated with him or the thought of him in his hotel room with another man. I know it’s business, but―

“I like people to be very specific: yes, no, I will, I will not…. yeah, isn’t an answer. Too many mistakes are made and start with the word yeah.”

“Whatever.”

“I wasn’t trying to be rude when I corrected you. So if you’re upset with me, please don’t be.”

“I’m not. You should get dressed. Don’t want your friend seeing any more of you.”

“Oh, I see.”

“See what? It doesn’t matter, just have fun tonight and I really just wanted to say thank you for everything.”

“Is that all? Greyson, you never have to thank me. I enjoy doing things like this.”

“Helping out the less fortunate?”

“Is that the way it made you feel? That was never my intention.”

“No. I’m just tired. I’m sorry. You have fun on your date.”

“Greyson,” he whispers. “You know damn well this isn’t a date. I do have to go. We’ll discuss this later.”

“Later,” I say, hanging up the phone.

What has come over me? I never get like this. I was fucking jealous. I don’t even think I have a right to be jealous right now, not when we basically just started seeing each other. We haven’t said we’re together. All that keeps going through my head is Silver saying that he would have sex with business associates, that he didn’t date men. He’d just fuck them. It was sex. It was a thing he did. What if that’s always going to be his thing? I’m reading too much into things. Again! Now I definitely need that shower, and just go to sleep and forget everything.

******

I’ve never been good at shutting off my mind. As I lay in bed, I watch the alarm clock in my room switch numbers for over an hour and a half. Minute by minute, my mind is on Silver and what he’s doing with that “business associate”. It’s two in the morning here, so it has to be late in LA. I think it’s about three hours behind us. Who am I kidding, eleven isn’t late for LA. He’s probably just having a good time.

I fiddle with the blankets, my phone at my side. I get an idea. I didn’t thank him properly. In fact, I was kind of rude. I can sit here and let him have a good time with another man or I can give him something to think about. Show him what he’s missing, what I’m missing about him. I lower my hand into my sweats, and stroke my cock until it’s tenting the fabric. I never do things like this. It feels so wrong that it’s right. I snap a sexy pose and send it in a text with the caption: thinking of you. Wish you were here. I hit send. My heart feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest waiting for a response. Minutes turn to an hour and I still haven’t heard back from Silver. Regret is stirring in me, making my stomach turn to knots. I worry myself into a deep sleep.

I waken by the sound of my cellphone ringing. I glance over to the alarm clock: three in the morning. I wrestle with the phone knocking on the ground. It silences. I pick it up and realize I just missed Silver’s call. I ring him back, he probably wouldn’t want to try me again this late.

“Did I wake you?” He doesn’t even say hello.

“Yeah, it’s three o’clock in the morning.”

“I’m sorry. I realized that after it started to ring. Damn time zones.” I can hear him stumble over things in the background.

“Mr. Silver, have you been drinking?” I hear his mouth part against the phone.

“A little. A lot. Yeah.”

“Yes,” I correct him.

“Yes, Mr. Black, and it’s all your fault.” He sighs heavily into the phone.

“My fault? And how is that?”

“You sent me that picture and the rest of the night I had to drink to get my mind off of it, and then I spent the rest of the night getting Stephon off of me.”

“I take it Stephon is the man you went to dinner with?”

“Mmhmm.”

“He was interested in you?” I knew it.

“It doesn’t mean I was interested in him. I could have easily fucked him tonight, but you see there’s this man I’m interested in, and he consumes me. And I love that he’s jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” I lie.

“It such a turn-on to know that you’re jealous.”

“Ok, I’m a little jealous. A lot. It was driving me crazy knowing that you were out with another man. I have no right to feel this way.”

“You have every right. I’m sleeping with you. You deserve respect.” The rustling on the other end of the phone was getting louder and louder.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to take off my pants without letting the phone drop.” He laughs. “Remind me next time it’s never a good idea to drink this much when I have to be up in the morning.”

“I think
Stephon
was trying to get you drunk.”

“Stephon is very sorry he did because he’s in the hotel room all by himself and I’m on the phone with you. Don’t worry anymore about him. I want to talk about us, more specifically, this photo. I’m looking at it right now.”

“Mmmm, like that?”

“When did you start wearing pants to bed?”

“That’s your observation?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, because the view would be even better without them.”

“I think it adds a sense of erotic mystery, but if it helps, I’m not wearing any now.” I shift up in my bed. I like the way this conversation is going.

“Oh, it helps. Did you finish?” His voice softens. “You were so hard. You had to have relieved yourself. I’m getting hard just thinking of you pleasuring yourself.”

“I didn’t, but I could….” I pause.

“Could what? Are you hard right now?” His voice is low, sensual. “Greyson, don’t be shy.”

“I’m not. Yes.” My dick presses against the blankets. I slide my hand down my abdomen. His soft, slow breath is all I hear in the phone. I know he’s turned-on. “Are you?”

“Yes.” He moans a sigh. “Reach into your drawer, Grey, and take out the lube.” I do as he says. “Rub it on your hand and your hard cock.”

I exhale with pleasure as my hand circles my own cock. I lick my lips before talking. “What are you going to use? Do you have lube?”

“No, but I have a travel-sized complimentary lotion from the hotel. Works like a charm. I’m rubbing it on mine now. You have no idea how good this feels after holding it in since you sent me that picture. I’ve wanted to relieve myself ever since.” He moans, hoarsely. I can hear his wet stroking, the rustling of his arms. “I’m so fucking hard and hot.”

“Shit,” I moan my words. The sounds coming from his end of the phone were fueling me. I need to give him the same enjoyment. So I amp up my voice, moaning a heavy heated rush into the phone. “I’m going hard. I can’t believe how fast I feel like I’m going to cum.”

“You drive me mad. I’m aching to release.”

“Then do it. Wrap your big hand around your throbbing cock and picture my mouth swallowing you whole.”

“Ah,” he groans.

“Oh… Silver.” I shoot all over my chest. “Ah, I couldn’t hold it in.”

“Shit, don’t apologize. Rub it in your chest. I want to hear you.” I rub my release into my skin. I put my finger into my mouth and suck, smacking my lips so he can hear the suction through the phone. “Oh,” he huffs then groans into his own release. “Shit.” He’s breathless. “You’re not even here and you can get me that aroused, that’s the power you hold over me, Mr. Black. Never doubt that.” His words were pure bliss. “Mmmm.”

“We’ll both sleep well now.”

“Definitely. I can’t wait to see you again to enjoy the show in person.”