Bad Boy Billionaires 3 : The Vegas Shark(34)

Chad held his arm tighter. "I'm not judging you. Don't you get it? I wouldn't judge you or what you do for a living. I don't care about all the men you've been with in the past. I'm not much different from you. I just got a little luckier at a very young age. I've never told anyone this before and I never thought I would. But do you know how I got my first part in a film? I sucked off the producer right in his office. I got down on my hands and knees and I sucked his tired old dick and he offered me a contract afterward."

Treston shrugged. He wasn't impressed. "It's not the first time a pretty boy got a part in a film that way and it won't be the last."

"I want to see you again," Chad said.

"Why? So you can rake me over the proverbial coals like you do with all the other guys you've used and dumped? From what I hear, this town is filled with them. You make me laugh. I actually feel sorry for smut-mouthed little pussycat up there in your bed right now. You're not serious about him. If you were you wouldn't be standing here asking to see me again. You're going to fuck his brother again, you'll fuck his best friend, and you'll wind up fucking him over, just like all the rest. And I'm tired of games. I want something different. Now let go of my arm and let me go home."

Chad refused to let go. "You make me laugh. I can change your life. I can make something out of you."

This time Treston yanked his arm out of Chad's hand and he laughed in his face. "What is this? Seriously, man. Do you think I'm goddamn Joan Crawford sitting in a soda shop on Sunset Boulevard? You're going to make something out of me? Give me a fucking break already and at least give me some credit. I've heard that line so many times I repeat it in my sleep. In case no one's told you, every gay man over forty with money and power has used that line on a younger gay man at least once."

Chad took a step forward, but he stopped when Treston's arms went up. He rubbed his jaw and said, "You're bitter."

"I'm not bitter," Treston said. "I'm smarter."

As he turned toward the limo, Chad didn't try to follow him this time. Chad stood there looking dejected, as if ready to double over in pain, and said, "Can we keep in touch? I don't see why we can't at least be friends."

Treston lifted one leg into the car, held the door, and turned around to face him. He'd never spoken this way to a man before. Although it made him feel stronger than he'd ever felt, he had enjoyed the time he'd spent with Chad and he wanted to remember it fondly. He wanted Chad to remember it well, too. If he left on a bitter note he knew that wouldn't be possible. So he sent Chad a smile and said, "I wish I could say yes. I wish we could be friends. But I don't think it would work out. You're too gorgeous, too smart, too rich, and too strong for me. You would wind up killing me. Please take this as a compliment because I'm not trying to be nasty now. For the most part, I had a wonderful time tonight. I'll remember this night forever and I'll look back on it with a smile. You're probably the nicest bad boy I've ever known, and I'd like to thank you for giving me the memory. But it's time to leave."

Chad smiled and said, "Can I kiss you goodbye?"




 

 

This guy just didn't stop. Treston returned the smile and said, "I guess one kiss goodbye wouldn't hurt." He did want to hold him one more time. There was something about the way he smelled that made Treston feel calm and relaxed.

He jogged down the front steps with as little effort as a teenage athlete. He ran to the car, put his arms around Treston, and kissed him on the mouth. As their tongues met, Treston had to admit he'd never experienced this kind of electricity with a man, not even Harlan Rocks. That was all the more reason to push Chad away and say, "Thanks for not being a complete asswipe."

Chad let him go; he backed away and shrugged. "Thank you for making me laugh in bed for the first time. I never did that before. In a way, you took my virginity again."

Treston couldn't resist the temptation. "Well, I find that hard to believe. With little blond pussycat up there I'd be laughing the moment she opened her filthy mouth and started begging to get her man-pussy fucked." He hated it when gay men switched pronouns, but sometimes it was hard to avoid.

Chad didn't seem amused. "I'm serious. I had a good time tonight."

When Treston saw his expression and the intense look in his billion-dollar steel blue movie star eyes, he felt a sting in his own eyes. He knew he would never see him again. So he stepped forward and reached for both of Chad's forearms. He held them tightly and said, "I think you can change. Don't underestimate yourself."

"Maybe I just need the right guy to change me."