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Billionaire’s Obsession

MM Billionaire Romance

By: Van Cole

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Foreward

Jack’s Bar has been run by the Dunphy family for over four generations. At its conception, it made some of the best moonshine in Texas. Then in the 1920s, it became a famous speakeasy where anyone could drop by for a bit of fun. Now, however, it was in trouble. Mark Dunphy didn’t know how he was going to keep the doors open, especially after the death of his family. He had never run a bar before… and didn’t know the first thing about it.

This all changes when George West walked into his office, offering to buy his property for 2.5 million dollars. Mark didn’t know what to do. 2.5 million dollars was a lot of money. He could finally remodel his home… go back to college… travel. All he had to do was sign his name at the end of a contract but doing so would mean destroying a family legacy. Will Mark be prepared to give up the bar just so he could live a comfortable life? Or will he find himself wanting to become more than just business partners with the handsome Mr. West?

Table of Contents

Billionaire’s Obsession

MM Billionaire Romance

Foreward

Billionaire’s Obsession

Chapter 1

Jack’s Bar had been owned by the Dunphy family for four generations. Mark’s great grandfather established it during the gold rush in the late 1800s. Back then, it had been the ideal resting spot for tired prospectors, the place where anyone could get the best moonshine in Texas.

When Mark's grandfather took over in the 1920s, it was converted into a speakeasy. People far and wide came to its doors to get their fix of booze during the Prohibition. In the basement, people danced the night away, enjoying homemade liquor, while upstairs, Mark’s grandmother pretended to be the owner of a convenience store.

The bar had quite the history, but now, that history seemed to be coming to an end. “I don’t know what I’m going to do…” Mark sighed, running his fingers through his golden hair. He put his pen and calculator down, picking up the picture he kept on his desk.

It was from his high school graduation, the last time the whole family had gotten together. His parents were still in good health back then. They still looked like the parents that had helped him grow up. He shuddered, remembering the end of their lives.

He was a junior in college when tragedy struck. His mother was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. They did everything they could to fight it, but in the end, the disease took over. A few months later, his father passed away. The doctors said it was a heart attack. Mark always thought that he had died of a broken heart. He had loved his mother dearly.

He ran his fingertips over his parents’ picture before his finger stopped at his brother. His twin looked nothing like him even though they were identical. His hair was a shade darker and when his beard started to grow, it was a strange coppery color, the only thing that connected them as siblings were their striking blue eyes.

Mark could feel his throat close up and his chest tighten. Losing his parents had been hard, but losing his brother had been the worst blow he was ever dealt. The day he died, it felt like a piece of him had perished as well. Maybe it was because they shared a womb for nine months and three days, but the day he was murdered, he had felt it. He knew something was wrong even before he got the call that his brother had been killed in a bar shootout.

Now, here he was, all alone, trying to keep the family legacy alive. He looked down at the record book. The bar was struggling – badly. His brother had tried to make some improvements that never panned out. All it accomplished was putting the bar into debt. “What am I supposed to do?” He repeated, getting up and pacing around the room in his black clothes.

Since his parents’ death, he had started wearing darker clothes in mourning. Now, with every member of his immediate family gone, his entire wardrobe was painted in black. He started to feel trapped in the small room and headed for the door.

Just before he could open it, however, there was a knock. He jumped up, seeing the shadow of a figure in the frosted glass. “Who is it?” He called out, his sweet voice cracking halfway through his question. He didn’t want to appear scared, but his voice gave him out.

“George West. I spoke with one of your bartenders. They told me to come back here to talk to you. May I come in?”

The name sounded oddly familiar. After composing himself, he opened the door, seeing a very handsome man standing before him. He blinked, just to make sure he was real. “How can I help you?” He managed to sound more confident than he actually felt. Even on a step above, this man towered above him. His shoulders were broad, his face chiseled, and his nose sharp. He looked at him with smoldering eyes that seemed to paralyze Mark as if under a spell. Inside his chest, his heart started to beat just a little bit faster.

“I have a business proposition for you.” He pushed himself inside as if he owned the place. George glanced around the room, noticing the dismal condition of the furniture. Department store, probably. He sat down in a chair that creaked under his weight, threatening to succumb at any moment.

Behind him, Mark nearly groaned at the phrase business proposition. After looking at numbers all day long, the last thing he wanted to do was talk business with some stranger. “I’m sorry… but I’m just not feeling well enough –”

“Oh, this will only be a minute and I promise you, this is an offer you won’t be able to refuse.” He looked back at him, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I guarantee it.” He flashed a pearly white smile that made Mark shiver. His heart quickened even further before he crossed the door. As he did, the small space forced Mark to rub against the man, their skin momentarily making contact.

His fingers grazed Mark’s upper thigh. Mark froze in place, feeling like the earth had electrocuted him, rooting him to the ground. His breath got caught in his throat. It took him a moment to regain his wits before he finally sat down behind his desk, his cheeks burning. “Go on then…” He whispered, no longer feeling confident. This man had a way of commanding attention that he just couldn’t compete with.

“Your establishment is stationed on a very prime piece of land. It would be perfect for a project that I’m planning. I was wondering if you were interested in selling. I can offer you $2.5 million for it. He pulled out a wad of cash from his jacket and dropped it on the desk. It landed with a pronounced thud. Mark gulped. He had never seen so much money in one place before. “That’s $100,000. Consider it my down payment.”

“I…” Mark felt like he had been backed into a wall. On one hand, he couldn’t fathom selling the bar, but at the same time, 2.5 million dollars was a lot of money.

“You won’t get a better offer anywhere. All the real estate brokers will try to screw you over. They won’t give you more than $250,000 – if you’re lucky.”

“Then why are you offering me so much money?” He asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. A sense of anxiety started building up in his chest. The man that sat across from him was incredibly attractive. He was older but still possessed a youthful gaze. Mark found himself staring at him out of the corner of his eye, admiring his perfectly-styled, short dark hair, making him look mature and confident. His tanned skin, his facial hair, recently groomed, his broad shoulders. Everything about him seemed well-defined – as if he had descended from a long line of royalty. Mark bit the inside of his lip, trying to keep himself in check.

The man flashed him a pearly white smile. “Because I know what this place is really worth. If we knock it down and put in some nice little boutiques, it would make a fortune.”

Mark immediately shook his head. “I’m sorry, but if you have the intentions to knock this place down, then I’m done doing business with you.”

The man leaned forward, placing his hands on the desk before he grabbed the picture frame Mark had looked at earlier. “Let me guess, this bar is family-owned.”

Mark snatched back the picture, glaring at the gentleman in front of him. His good looks hardly compensated for his horrible manners. “Yes. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t go around touching all my stuff, Mr. –”

“West, but feel free to call me George.”

“Appropriate name,” Mark mumbled under his breath. This man did seem like a wolf. He looked like the type of person who would tear someone apart limb from limb, just to get a good deal.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I never did get your name.” He moved even closer.

“Mark.”

“That’s a lovely name.” Their eyes locked and Mark felt his heart shudder to a stop before kick-starting once more. His cheeks turned rosy before he looked away, feeling flustered. What was it about this man that was making him feel so nervous? “Perfect for a man as handsome as yourself.” He said, his eyes moving down to the lap of Mark’s pants. His lips curled into a smirk. “I’m sure you get a lot of attention, from women, I take it, or maybe men as well?”

“I’m sorry, but what does my romantic life have to do with your business proposition?” Mark folded his hands on the desk, trying to look serious. This man was starting to wig him out. Every inch of his body was covered in goose bumps.

George pushed the wad of money in his direction. “No one says you can’t mix business with pleasure.” He winked.

“I’m pretty sure people do say that.”

“Well, they’re wrong.” He got up, his fingers on the desk, leaning over until their faces were dangerously close. “And they obviously have never met a business owner as handsome as yourself.”

Mark’s cheeks started to burn. He pushed away and got up, but even at his full height, he still towered over him. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He walked over to the door, holding it open for him.

“That’s a shame.” He shook his head. “I’m sure we could’ve worked something out. If you’d prefer, maybe we could be business partners.” With a few short strides, he closed the distance between them, his hand on the door. “I could help you turn this bar into a successful establishment since I doubt the few patrons you have sipping away at a couple of whiskey glasses are paying the bills.” His eyes shimmered with mischief. Mark fingers tightened and untightened by his side. He was right. “Of course, if you decide to go in that direction, I won’t be able to pay you the 2.5 million dollars as I originally offered.”

“I don’t want your money.” He answered through gritted teeth. Jack’s Bar had been in his family for so long. He couldn’t let this stranger come in and take it away from him. He would figure this out himself. “Now, if you would please…”

George made a show of putting the cash back in his jacket pocket. “It’s a shame, really. I think we could’ve had some amazing chemistry together.” He was standing so close to him that he could almost feel the powerful aura that radiated from his body. Mark stepped back slightly, his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’m not interested.” He repeated himself, trying to sound firm. How many times would he have to tell this guy that he didn’t want to work with him? “The bar is not for sale and I’m not interested in sharing ownership with anyone – least of all you.”

“I’m sure you’ll eventually change your mind.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to him. “When you do, don’t hesitate to call.” As he passed it off to him, their fingers brushed together and Mark felt that same spark of electricity climb up the length of his arm and settle inside of his heart. He stood frozen even after he left, his footsteps echoing through the hall. Finally, he disappeared into the darkness.

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, closing the door. He looked down at the business card, seeing the name George West staring back at him. Glancing at his desk, he noticed the papers he still had to get through before he could go home. He groaned and sat down, burying himself in his work. He had to find some way to salvage the bar without depending on that wolf.

Chapter 2

It was well past midnight before Mark finished. His eyes were watering and he could barely see straight. Rubbing his temples, he tried to clear his vision, but he had been wearing his contacts for way too long. “Ugh… It’s going to be impossible to drive like this…” He got up, stretching his arms. His entire spine started to crack.

He grabbed his keys and coat, heading out. He locked the office; feeling like his entire body was made of lead. Inside the bar, things were quiet. His only bartender was idly cleaning a few glasses. Some of the regulars had drinks in their hands, smoking cigarettes. The sound of pool balls smashing into each other echoed through the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

“Heading out Mr. Dunphy?” The bartender noticed him.

“Yeah, I should’ve left hours ago. I haven’t even had dinner yet.”

“Oh my, is everything alright?”

“Yes. How is everything out here, June?”

“The usual.” She shrugged. “Nothing too exciting.”

Mark sighed. “Yeah, hopefully, I can figure something out that’ll get new customers coming through those doors. I looked through some of Georges’ ideas, but they’re all front-loaded with costs and we simply don’t have the resources…”

“It’s rough not having George around. Even when things were bleak, he always had a smile on his face.” June had been George’s girlfriend for a while. They had been exceptionally close and he had taken the death of Mark’s twin almost as hard as Mark himself.

“Yeah…” The two of them stood in silence for a moment. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Maybe you should take the day off.” June offered. “You’ve been working yourself to the bone and I don’t think the bar will benefit from you being exhausted.”

“Thanks, June, but I think I’ll be fine. See you.” Mark waved, tightening his grip on his bag as he left the bar. The door chimed behind him. The bar would be open for a few more hours, wasting heat, electricity, and water that he would have to pay with money he didn’t really have. Mark pictured the $100,000 that had been on his desk that evening. Maybe if he had just accepted the offer, things would’ve worked out…

He started his car. The engine sputtered, struggling to start. Turning the key once more, Mark hoped it was nothing. The engine struggled even harder until the smell of burning invaded his senses. “Dammit.” Mark knew that he needed to get his car to a body shop, but he had been so worried about the bar that he never found the time.

He stepped out and popped the hood. Smoke billowed in his direction, making him choke and cough. He stepped back quickly, waving it away. Once it cleared up, he leaned over, inspecting the engine. Mark was suddenly grateful that his father had taught him several things about cars while growing up. He looked around and grabbed a small twig off the ground, poking the carburetor. It was a temporary fix, but it worked nine times out of ten. He had seen his father do it countless times with his old pick-up truck.

“Let’s hope this works…” He turned the key again and eureka. The car started, sputtering quietly. He closed the hood before getting back inside, turning on the heat. He rubbed his eyes, trying one last time to get his vision to clear. Rummaging through his bags, he looked for some eye drops but of course, he couldn’t find anything. He was way too tired to search them through the car.

Knowing he had no other choice, he pulled out of the parking lot, praying that he wouldn’t get himself in an accident because of his terrible eyesight.

***

Luckily, he made it home without a hitch. Most of the roads he took were completely empty. He walked into his house and set his bags down. At least the house had been paid off by his grandparents so rent wasn’t a worry.

His cat, Whiskers, greeted him at the door, rubbing against his legs, purring loudly. Seconds later, he dashed into the kitchen. “I know, you’re hungry. I’m hungry too, but you’re going to have to wait.” Mark walked to the bathroom, popping out his contacts, putting them in solution. He grabbed his glasses off the sink, pushing them up the bridge of his nose. “That’s better.” He glanced up at the mirror, noticing how exhausted he really looked. With his fingertips, he traced over the bags under his eyes. “Maybe I really should take the day off tomorrow…” He whispered to himself, even though he knew he would go to work anyway.

Whiskers appeared at the door, sitting there with an annoyed expression on his face. He meowed loudly. “Okay, okay. Calm down.”

Mark followed the hungry feline into the kitchen, opening a can of cat food and plopping it into his bowl. Once he set it down, the cat chowed away. Mark ran his fingers along the silky fur. “At least you seem happy.” He frowned to himself. Never in his life did he think that the only person he would be able to talk to would be a cat. Whiskers, of course, ignored him.

Opening the fridge, Mark found it was practically empty. He grabbed a leftover container of curry and popped it into the microwave. He was sure he had some bread somewhere. As he waited for his dinner to heat up, he couldn’t help but think of Mr. West. He couldn’t possibly sell the bar, but maybe having a rich business partner wasn’t the worst of ideas. It would definitely help…

The microwave dinged and Mark jumped. He pulled out the curry and started to eat it with some stale bread. After going over the numbers today, there was no way the bar would survive in its current condition. He had to do something, even if it meant working with that man.

Chapter 3

The next morning, Mark just stared at the business card George had given him. Was this really the right thing for him to do? He couldn’t help but feel that he was betraying his family’s legacy by letting this man come in and run something that had always belonged to the Dunphy’s.

He paced around the kitchen, the card in his hand. Whiskers sat on the counter, watching him, his tail flicking back and forth. He didn’t look very happy that he was interrupting his morning nap with his constant movement.

Finally, Mark picked up his phone, dialing the number. It rang twice before he heard the tell-tale click of someone answering. “Hello?” George’s husky voice sounded through the line, making Mark stop in place. His heart quivered before it starting to beat so fast that Mark had to sit down. It felt like his knees had turned to jelly. He was starting to get second thoughts. “Hello, is anyone there?” George repeated.

“Yes, yes.” Mark finally mustered the courage to answer. He had to do this. There was no other choice. Without this man’s help, the bar would have to file for bankruptcy and at that point, the bank would undoubtedly foreclose everything and take it away from him.

“Who’s this?”

“Mark Dunphy.” He gulped, his fingers shaking. Why was he so nervous?

“Ah. The cute owner of Jack’s Bar. What a pleasure.”

Mark played with his pajamas. “Listen.” He sounded a little more hostile than he intended to. “I wanted to tell you that I might be interested in starting a partnership with you.” His voice was much more confident than he felt. A part of him still thought this was a betrayal to his family name.

“Ah. I knew you would change your mind eventually. I’m glad. So, you’re sure you don’t want to sell me that piece of land? The 2.5 million offer is still on the table.”

Mark hesitated. 2.5 million dollars would help him out a lot. He could finally renovate the old house. Maybe he could go back to college and get his degree or even travel the world like he always wanted to… He bit his lip, wondering what to do. Across the kitchen, he saw his mother’s favorite set of china inside the cabinet. No. He couldn’t get rid of something that was important to the family. “The bar stays.”

“You know, being emotionally attached to a business is never a good thing. It prevents you from making rational decisions.”

“I don’t care, the bar stays. I’m not letting you tear it down to build some boutiques.”

“Very well, but if we become partners, you’re not getting the 2.5 million. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I will, however,pay you for 49% of the stocks. See… I’m not trying to steal the bar away from you.”

“O-Okay. How much would that be?”

“I’ll let you know this afternoon. I’ll stop by your office where we can discuss the terms of this agreement. I much prefer to make any business transaction in person.”

“Okay.” With that, George hung up the phone, leaving Mark with a heavy heart. Was he doing the right thing?

***

Mark waited anxiously in his office. He kept checking his phone for the time. It was already quarter past four. He said he would be here by three. Had he changed his mind? Mark started to fret. Without his help, the bar would go under in a heartbeat.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Before Mark could even get up, the door swung open. “Sorry I’m late. I got stuck in a meeting. I hope I didn’t keep you from anything.” Just like the first time Mark saw him, he was wearing a dark suit with a light dress shirt underneath.

“No, no. You’re fine.” Mark forced a smile, trying to hide the blush already creeping across his face. This man was more than just attractive. He was sexy. He was the kind of man that made Mark want to get up and push him against the wall and he wasn’t even that type of boy…

“Good. Good.” He sat down, dropping a large folder on the table. “I brought over all the required documents. I had my lawyer draft them up so you’ll see that everything is in order.”

“Shouldn’t I have my own lawyer take a look at them?” Mark asked, picking the folder up.

“That really won’t be necessary. I wouldn’t want you spending that kind of money, especially when I know the hardships this bar has been going through.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I did some research. Public records indicate that this establishment has been in debt for the past five years and that you’ve been barely covering the minimum payments.” He looked smug, using Mark’s desperation as an advantage. “It’s a good thing you called. I don’t think this bar would’ve lasted much longer.”

Mark ground his teeth, unable to say anything. While George was right, he didn’t want to admit that he was struggling. “Where do I sign?”

George reached over, grabbing the documents from his hand. “Here… and here... Initial here… sign and date here… and finally sign here.”

“Are all these papers really necessary?” Mark only had a few minutes to glance over them before he grabbed the folder. He wished he had the money to get them reviewed by a lawyer. He had the gnawing feeling that this man was trying to pull a fast one on him.

“Yes. They’re all standard procedure. Don’t worry; you’re still the majority owner. I’m not trying to swindle you.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled. “I would never think of doing that to someone as beautiful as you.”

“I don’t need all the sweet talk.”

“I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.” He grinned and grabbed the documents. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” He straightened out his tie. “How about we have dinner tomorrow night as a celebration of our new partnership?”

“I don’t know about that…”

“C’mon, my treat, I won’t take no for an answer.” His eyes shone, trapping his in his gaze. Mark bit the inside of his lip, finally agreeing. “Fantastic. Well, I have to run. I’ll pick you up from your home tomorrow evening, around seven.” Before Mark could ask how he knew his address, he was gone.

Down the hall, the smirk on his face looked like it would stay there permanently. He was now one step closer to following his three rules: One, make money. Two, sleep with a bunch of men – including your hot, new business partner. Three, never sleep with the same man twice.

Chapter 4

Mark wasn’t sure why he was putting so much effort into his dinner date with George. It wasn’t like he was trying to impress him or anything. Right? Still, he had put on his best tuxedo. It was simple yet tight, following the shape of his body. It shimmered in the light, matching his conspicuous eyes. He stood in front of the mirror, fretting over his hair and figure. His self-image had always been a problem… it was one of the reasons he never put himself out there. He didn’t think men were into boys like him. Then again, it wasn’t like it mattered today. This was nothing more than a business meeting, not an attempt to get laid.

Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. Mark hesitated for a moment before fixing his hair one final time, his heart beating a mile a minute. When he opened the door, George was standing there in a black suit and a silver shirt. He looked even more handsome that usual. “My, my. Don’t you look handsome.”

Mark’s cheeks turned pink, but he tried his best to keep his wits about him. “You really need to stop with the unnecessary compliments. It’s not really appropriate now that we’re business partners and all.” He stepped over the threshold and locked the door.

“It’s afterhours. Right now, we’re just friends.” He slung his arm around Mark’s shoulder, pulling him close. He wanted to move away, but a part of him liked the warmth that radiated from his chiseled chest. It was comforting in a way.

At the end of the walkway, he moved away, opening the car door for him. It was only then that he noticed the black Ferrari in front of him. “Whoa…” He couldn’t help himself from gasping. This car had to be worth a small fortune. Just how rich was this guy?

“Impressed?” He whispered into his ear, his hot breath caressing against the side of his neck, making his shiver.

“I…” Mark refused to answer and just got into the car. The genuine leather felt divine under his fingertips. If his brother and father had still been alive, they would’ve drooled over this car.

George got in the driver’s seat and with the push of a button, the car started, purring like a kitten. “I hope you like Greek food.”

“I haven’t really tried it.” Mark tried not to touch anything. He didn’t want to look like he was amazed – but he was. He never thought he would be sitting inside of a Ferrari.

“Well then, you’re in for a treat.”

***

The restaurant was in the Jewelry District of town – where all the rich people lived and mingled. Mark barely ever set foot in this part of town. He couldn’t even imagine looking at those price tags, let alone buy something.

“Here we are.” George eased in front of the valet sign and stepped out; tossing his keys at the young man whose eyes sparkled at the thought of driving the luxury vehicle, even if only for a spin around the block.

Together, they walked up to the extravagant-looking building. It was designed to imitate the Temple of Zeus in Olympia. “Wow…”

“It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” George squeezed his hand, walking inside where the hostess seemed to recognize him and immediately brought him over to a table set for two in the back of the restaurant.

“The usual wine, sir?” He asked.

“That should be fine. Bring out the bottle.” The hostess nodded.

“Do you come here often?” Mark asked, trying to distract himself from the luxury of the place. Everything seemed to be high class and sophisticated. He felt horribly out of place, especially in comparison to all the other people who were wearing designer dresses.

“Sometimes.” He smiled. “But don’t worry about that. I would really like to know more about you. If we’re going to be partners, then we need to build up a level of trust between us.”

The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Can I start you off with an appetizer?”

“Sure. Get us whatever the special is.”

Mark took a sip of his wine, enjoying the taste. He smiled, closing his eyes, remembering the time he went wine tasting with his dad. It was one of the last things they had done together as father and son. “There’s not much to say…”

“I highly doubt that. A gorgeous man such as yourself must have some interesting stories.”

“I’m being honest.”

“Very well, let’s try an icebreaker then. What’s your favorite animal?”

“If you’re expecting me to say wolf, you got another thing coming.”

George laughed. “That wasn’t my intention, but it’s good to know that you were thinking about me.” He winked. Mark couldn’t help but laugh. They started to hit it off, laughing and enjoying each other’s company as if they had been friends for years.

Chapter 5

“I never would’ve guessed that you played softball as a child.”

Mark chuckled, finishing off his third glass of wine. “If it was up to my father, he would’ve put me on the baseball team. I had one hell of an arm. Way better than my brother’s.”

“I see.” George smiled over the rim of his glass. He had been drinking slowly, knowing he had to drive them home. “I bet you miss them.”

“I do… every single day.” He sighed. “I still can’t believe that they’re gone. It’s so strange going to the bar and not seeing them there…”

George reached across the table and held his hand. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. Most people wouldn’t be able to manage a business after the death of a loved one, let alone the whole family.” He squeezed his hand. “You really inspire me, Mark.”

“Do you mean that?” It was the first time anyone had said anything of the sort to him. He blushed and looked away. His face was already red, flushed from the alcohol. “You know, when you first showed up in my office, I just thought you’d be another hotshot businessman who thought he could swindle me out of my money… I’m starting to think I was wrong about you.” The alcohol was making Mark excruciatingly honest.

The grin on George’s face deepened. “Of course you were. I would never do anything to hurt you.” George let go of his hand, taking another sip of his drink. Obviously, he was lying. After all, he had a whole slew of young boys with broken hearts that still tried to call him from time to time. There was just something so liberating about making a boy fall in love with him and then walking away.

“I also thought you’d have a horrible personality, but you’re actually rather nice. You have a pretty awesome backstory. I don’t know how you managed to get your MBA while nursing a concussion. My brother had one and he was out of commission for a quite a while. I had to do most of his homework just so he wouldn’t fail high school.”

“I managed. You can do anything as long as you work hard.”

He laughed. “And above everything,you’re still super corny, but I like that. It has a certain charm to it.”

“I’m glad you like it. But it’s getting late. Why don’t we get home?”

Mark frowned. While he had been hesitant about this dinner date at first, now he didn’t want to leave. He spun his glass between his fingers, watching the burgundy liquid slosh around. “Okay…” He whispered.

“Unless of course, you’d rather this night continued…” George offered, his voice soft as if he was making an innocent suggestion. “We could go back to my place. I could pop open a bottle of champagne and we could continue our conversation. What do you think?”

Mark immediately nodded. Right now, the last thing he wanted to do was leave this man’s side.

***

George’s home was completely breathtaking. Home, however, was an understatement. It was more of a mansion. Mark’s face pressed up against the window of the car, gaping at it. “You actually live here?” He had sobered up a little during the drive, but now, his head was starting to spin just trying to fathom how someone could afford such a place.

“I do. Although… I have to say, it gets kind of lonely living here by all myself.”

Mark frowned. “I can imagine. Must be kind of scary too…”

“Nothing scares me.”

“That’s such a macho answer.”

George shrugged. “I may be your business partner, but before that,I’m just a guy…” As he said this, he reached over, grabbing his thigh. Mark looked down, his eyes settling on his powerful fingers. He started getting hard as George squeezed his leg. He nearly gasped, as a surge of lust and desire nearly overwhelmed him. Why was he suddenly feeling this way? Was it the alcohol or had the dinner made his comfortable enough to trust to him? “Come on, we should get inside.” He came around, opening the door for him once again and guiding him to the entrance.

The entry hall was stunning. Mark had to stop just to take it all in. Marble floors, a grand, spiral staircase that went up a couple of floors, a diamond chandelier that shone like the North Star. Fine works of art hung on the walls. “Wow…”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Wait until you see the best room in the house.”

“What room is that?” Mark asked breathlessly. He couldn’t even imagine anything being more beautiful than this. It was like something out of a movie.

George just smiled at him, taking his hand. He dragged him up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Mark struggled to keep up, especially in the state he was.

When they reached the top floor, he pulled him down a long hallway. “Where are we going?”

“Just wait and see.” His voice had taken on a sensual tone. Mark shuddered, his eyes glued to his body, slowly undressing him with his mind. He giggled, his thoughts getting naughtier and naughtier. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” He giggled again, picturing George pushing him against the wall and kissing him hard. His lips nearly tingled. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone in quite a while… so the mere thought of being with this sexy billionaire was turning him on more than he could handle. His erection was already rock hard.

At the end of the hall, George pushed open a heavy wooden door. The light from the hall spilled into the bedroom, illuminating the four-poster bed and black satin heets. “This is the best room in the house?” Mark asked, feeling a little disappointed. It was just a fancy bedroom…

“Yes.” Without warning, George grabbed him. He picked him up bridal style and carried him over to the bed. Mark was surprised. He thought he was too heavy for someone to pick him up in such manner, but it seemed that George was exceptionally strong. He had no trouble holding him and then throwing him onto the mattress.

His body bounced before he landed with his legs slightly apart. George took his chance, grabbing his thighs and spreading his legs. He started taking his pants off slowly, and while noticing Mark’s underpants he noticed, “Mmm… these are some nice briefs… too bad I’m going to have to rip them off.”

Mark was too overwhelmed to respond. His head felt numb and his heart was beating so fast that he could barely hear what he was saying. As he leaned down, kissing his inner thigh, he ran his fingers through his hair. His lust and desire had completely taken control. Even though he knew it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, he wanted this. He needed this. From the very first time he saw this man, he knew he was attracted to him. So what if he was his business partner? Why couldn’t he have some fun for once?

He pulled him closer until his nose was pressed against his balls He could feel the bulge that had formed there while he fantasized about him and grinned. “Someone’s already hard for me. What a naughty boy.”

Mark bit his lip, wanting to say something, but the words just wouldn’t come out. Instead, all he could do was moan as he started touching his erect cock, making it even harder. He started touching his asshole and just as Mark started getting used to his touch, George started pressing against it.

“Fuck…” He moaned out, lifting his hips into the air, his body silently asking for more. His fingers wrapped around the silky heets, trying to keep himself calm, but everything about this man was quickly driving his insane. His scent. His husky voice. The feeling of his fingers exploring every inch of him.

“You like that, don’t you, baby boy?” He asked, taking his pants off. It dug into his skin, making him wiggle on the mattress.

“Don’t tease me like this…” He whispered, spreading his legs even more. He wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him close.

“I bet you’re dying to feel my tongue against your eager hole.”

“I…”

“Beg for it. Prove to me how much you really want it.” He snuck one of his fingers and pushed it inside his hole. His tight asshole wrapped around it like a glove, sucking it in as if it would never let go. He grinned, pushing it even further until it was knuckle-deep. He twisted it around this way and that until he was bucking his hips, trying to get himself off.

“George… I…” Mark arched his back, his ankles locking around him. Mark was harder than he had ever been in his entire life. Every part of his body coursed with pleasure.

“Beg for it.” He whispered, gently kissing his balls.

“Please… I need... You can’t….” Mark couldn’t form a coherent sentence as George suddenly ripped shirt off his body. He cried out but didn’t have time to react before he bend him over and buried his tongue into his demanding hole.

George didn’t stop. He pushed his tongue even deeper, as if he was addicted to the taste. Mark clung to the heets even harder.

“George…” He could already feel a build-up form in his balls and he had only just started.

He finally pulled away, slapping his butt cheeks. “So hungry for me…” Slowly, he started to unzip his pants. Mark’s eyes tried to follow his moves, mesmerized. “I bet you want me to fuck your brains out, don’t you?” He leaned over his body and by turning his neck slightly, kissed his lips, letting his taste himself.

Mark kissed him hungrily, his tongue moving inside of his mouth, tangling with his. Never before had he felt this way. It was like every inch of him was alive with energy. He never wanted this moment to end.

George reached underneath his body started pinching his nipples. He moaned out, tilting his head into the pillow. George’s lips moved to his exposed neck, sucking on his soft spot.

With his other hand, he finished unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He couldn’t even be bothered with getting undressed. He had to have him now.

Mark’s heart beat faster than ever as he felt George’s large dick pressing against his hole. His tip was already engorged. He stroked it slightly, teasing him with it as he moved it inwards.

“George… please…” He begged, feeling like he would go insane if he had to suffer through this a minute longer.

Without another word, George rammed himself inside of him. He grabbed his hips and started to thrust hard and fast, his whole body shaking underneath his. The bed started to rock as he picked up the pace, pounding into him so hard that his balls started to slap against his shaved ass, turning it into a soft, delicious pink.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He breathed, kissing his neck and biting down, leaving behind a hickey. With one of his hands, he started to slap against his left ass cheek. Mark simply couldn’t handle it. A fire exploded in his balls, radiating to every part of his body as he experienced his first orgasm of the night. He came without even touching himself. As he quivered, George kept him down and kept up his assault going, harder and faster. He was determined to make his new business partner scream his name until his voice was hoarse.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name.” Mark’s whole body tensed as he climbed over the edge in one of the best orgasms of his entire life.

Chapter 6

The couple stopped only once daylight started to shine through the window. Mark felt as if he was floating on cloud nine. His hole was incredibly sensitive. His skin still felt like it was tingling. “Wow…” He whispered, falling back into the bed, completely blown away by the experience. None of his fantasies had even come close to what George had actually done to him. He had brought him to brand new highs and he didn’t know if he would ever come down again.

George wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. “That was amazing…” He nibbled his earlobe. He gently teased his butt one last time before he cuddled him, knowing he couldn’t possibly take anymore. Between his legs, his cock nestled against Mark’s ass, twitching slightly. His hole, however, had pretty much milked him for every drop of cum he had. The night had been good. No, more than good. It had been amazing. He grinned, playing with his hair. Too bad he never slept with the same man twice. It was just bad practice.

Mark turned around, looking into his eyes. “Thank you…” He leaned forward, their foreheads touching. Their eyes locked and for a split moment, it was like the whole world had stopped. Nothing else mattered besides the bed the two of them shared. He closed the space between their lips and kissed him ever so softly.

“What for?”

“For helping me with the bar… it really means a lot to me.”

“I thought you didn’t like to mix business with pleasure.” He squeezed his ass tightly, pulling him even closer until their bodies locked together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“I’m starting to change my mind…” He kissed him again, feeling his heart flutter with happiness. This was the first time he was genuinely happy in a long time.

“Good.” He kissed his forehead. “But we should get some sleep.” He closed his eyes, feeling a strange stirring inside his chest. He didn’t quite understand what it was. He wasn’t falling for him, was he? No. He never fell for anyone…

***

When Mark woke up, it was already midafternoon. He sat up to find the bed completely empty. He frowned. “George?” He called out, hoping he would appear. He didn’t.

Getting up, he stumbled around the room, finding his clothes crumpled up in the corner. He put them on, feeling a little grimy after his night of wild lovemaking. He was about to head into the bathroom when he noticed a bright yellow piece of paper on the nightstand. He picked it up. It was a note.

Sorry I didn’t catch you, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I had to leave to catch a plane to California. My housekeeper will be there by five. Make sure to leave before then or he’ll call the authorities. Good luck with the bar. We’ll keep in touch.

Mark stared at the note. He couldn’t believe he had left just like that. Why hadn’t he said something before? Why did he just fuck him and leave? Now, he really felt dirty. He ground his teeth, tearing the note to pieces. He should have known that this was all some kind of a trick. It was all too good to be true…

Angry tears welled up in his eyes. This couldn’t be happening. He was relying on George to help him and he had just left without even paying for the stocks he had acquired from the bar… What was he supposed to do now? Feeling helpless, he left the house.

It was only when the door closed behind him with a resounding thud that he thought it might have been smart to look for some money inside of his house. He was sure he had some cash lying around somewhere. He tried the handle, but of course, the door had automatically locked behind him. Grabbing his phone, he tried calling his number, but it went straight to voicemail. Typical, the one time he decided to trust someone, they went ahead and screwed him over.

He couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down his cheeks. This couldn’t be happening.

***

Somehow, Mark made it back home. He checked the mail and brought it inside where he was immediately greeted by his cat. Whiskers followed him onto the couch, rubbing against him, trying to get his attention. Mark just put him on the ground. “I’ll feed you later. Go away.” He couldn’t bother dealing with the pesky feline right now.

Slowly, he started to go through his mail. Maybe it would distract him from the hollow feeling inside his chest. It felt like someone had scooped out his heart. He couldn’t stop thinking about George. While they were in each other’s arms last night… everything seemed so perfect. Now, everything felt like it was falling apart.

Mark tore a few pieces of junk mail to bits, letting his anger out on the yet another credit card offer. “Ugh… why does this kind of thing always happen to me?” All his life, guys had always broken his heart, one way or another. During senior prom, his date ended up hooking up with his best friend in the bathroom. In college, his boyfriend cheated on him multiple times. It seemed whenever he got close to a man, all they wanted to do was use him and then run away. He was starting to worry that there was something seriously wrong with him.

At the end of the pile, there was an envelope from his bank with a bright red stamp on it. Important Information Enclosed. Please Act Immediately. Mark’s heart stopped. What was this? His fingers started to shake. He tore the seal open and pulled out the letter.

Dear Mr. Dunphy,

This letter is to inform you that the new owner of Jack’s Bar has decided to sell the property. As of March 1st, you’ll no longer be the majority shareholder of the property and as such, you must clear the premises of any personal belongings in preparation for demolition. Your cooperation is appreciated. We hope to do business with you again.

Sincerely,

Bank Central

Mark’s fingers were shaking so hard that it was making it hard for him to read the letter. This couldn’t be happening. How had he lost ownership of the bar? Then, he remembered the contracts. He never got a chance to read them properly… George probably made him sign something that transferred ownership to him. “No… this can’t…” Mark felt like he was choking as the tears ran down his cheeks in what felt like a river. This had to be some kind of nightmare.

***

George touched down in California, feeling smug. He had gotten ownership of the bar and now, he could get to work building some high-end boutiques guaranteed to make him even richer.

He straightened his tie and grabbed his suitcase, looking for his chauffeur. He spotted the older gentleman with ease. “Mr. West, how was your flight?”

“Just like any other.” George shrugged.

The two men walked in silence as they left the airport. Once George was in the back of a limousine, he started to check his phone. There were quite a few calls from Mark and a few voicemails too. He deleted them all without so much as a second thought. Browsing through his contacts, he found the man he had been meaning to call for quite some time now.

He picked up on the third ring. “Hello?” His voice was honey-like and sweet. George grinned. He was sure his innocent demeanor was all just an act and that he was actually a freak between the heets.

“Victor. It’s me, Mr. West. We spoke on the phone about launching your fashion line.”

“Oh! Yes, yes.” He suddenly became excited.

“Do you think we could meet later this evening, at my place, if you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Good. Be there at eight.” He hung up the phone and sunk into the leather seat, feeling a little sluggish. Traveling didn’t usually tire him, but this time, he seemed to be slightly jetlagged. “Francis. Let’s forgo my five o’clock meeting.”

“Oh?” He looked at his employer in the rearview mirror.

“Just take me home.”

The driver didn’t question his motives. He turned, changing direction and headed toward Beverly Hills. Soon, they were in the heart of the celebrity town. The limousine passed another before it turned into the West Estate. The long, winding driveway went up to a large mansion, perched on top of a hill. It was one of the largest buildings on the street, and that said a lot, especially since he lived on the same street as celebrity sensation Hillary Jefferson. He had just sold his latest platinum record.

“Here we are.” Francis opened the door for George who stepped out, heading straight for his home. He didn’t bother to greet any of his workers. Instead, he went straight to his bedroom and laid down, his head throbbing with a headache. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but all he could think about was Mark. Why was his image haunting him like this? He was never one to linger on one particular boy.

The hours crawled by and eventually, it was eight o’clock. George was in his living room, opening a bottle of wine for his soon-to-arrive guest. “Sir, a Mr. Victor is here to see you.” One of his staff announced, standing at the door.

“Let him in.”

The handsome lad stepped in, looking like a god. He had skin of porcelain and curly, raven black hair. George smiled at him, flashing his pearly whites. He took his hand, shaking it softly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

He giggled, leaning into him. It was clear that he was using his sex appeal to convince him to help him – just like almost every man he had ever slept with. Not Mark – he never flaunted his beauty. He was different. George shook his head. This was no time to think about him. That man was now in the past and he didn’t need to concern himself with that. Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Even as he held Victor’s hand… all he could picture was Mark standing there with his adorable and breathtaking smile.

“Mr. West?” Victor looked at the billionaire with concern. He had tried to say something, only to notice the faraway look in his eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes. My apologies, it appears my flight has taken a toll on me.”

“Would it be better if we rescheduled?” He asked, just trying to be polite.

“Of course not, now, let’s talk business.” He poured them both a glass of wine before sitting on the couch with him. They soon started to talk about his fashion line. George felt himself quickly growing bored. He couldn’t care less about dresses and what made them high-end or not. He missed his conversation with Mark, where he didn’t try to impress him. He just acted like a normal human being.

When George looked up, Victor was leaning toward him, his lips puckered. He had his eyes closed as if he was preparing himself for a kiss. George pushed him away before he could stop himself. He didn’t know what had gotten into him. In any other circumstance, he would have jumped at the opportunity to kiss this man, but now, the thought of his lips against his just made his skin crawl.

“What’s wrong?” Victor asked with wide eyes, looking offended.

“You should leave.” Victor tried to protest, but George kicked him out. He couldn’t stand to have him in front of his eyes a moment longer.

When he was alone, he ran his fingers through his dark hair, realizing he had to break at least one of his three rules…

Epilogue

Mark arrived at the bar on March 1st. He had cleared everything out and closed the doors long before then. He had promised himself he wouldn’t show up for the demolition, but at the same time, he couldn’t stay away. He had to say goodbye to his family’s legacy.

He looked at the clock on his dashboard. It was already five. The demolition was scheduled to start any minute now. He sped up a bit, afraid that he would be too late. The fear that he wouldn't be able to handle seeing anything but rubble was too much for him. To think, four generations of history was about to be destroyed in the blink of an eye. His heart tightened.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered under his breath, feeling like he had failed every member of his family. The urge to cry was present, but he no longer had any tears left. He had cried so much the past couple of weeks that he didn’t think he would be able to cry for the rest of his life.

Mark held his breath as he pulled into the parking lot. He listened, expecting to hear bulldozers and other large machinery, but everything was quiet. Maybe they hadn’t started yet… Maybe he would get to see his bar one last time.

He rushed out of his car and ran toward it. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a long line of people snake around the building. “Huh?” Everyone was well dressed. Men wore designer pants while the women had tight-fitting dresses on, showing off their bodies.

Mark tried to move to the entrance when someone called out to his. “Hey! No cutting! Get to the back of the line.”

“Huh? Line? What are you all waiting for?”

The man rolled his eyes. “Don’t act all innocent. Everyone knows today is the grand re-opening of Jack’s.”

“Wait, what?”

“Do you live under a rock or something?” The man shook his head. “The old bar that was here – the one only old people went to – they closed that and are re-opening a nightclub in its place. Same name. Different owners I think.”

“Nope. Same owner.” George appeared out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Mark’s shoulders. He squeezed them slightly, hoping he wouldn’t immediately freak out. He looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of him. After all, he had convinced himself he would never see him again.

“W-What are you doing here?” He pulled away, his body growing tense with suspicion. “And what is the meaning of all this?”

“I was going to destroy the bar… but I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it. I thought I’d be able to forget about you like I have every other boy in my life… but there was something different about you, Mark. You have to believe me.” He tried to hold him again, but he stepped away, his whole body shaking.

“Believe you? How the hell do you expect me to believe you when you completely screwed me over. You made me sign a contract that somehow made you the owner. You ran away to California right after we had sex. You used me. Fat chance in hell I’m going to believe you now.”

“Please. I swear, this time it’s different.” He grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the entrance. There was a large red ribbon in front of the door. At the entrance, Jack’s Bar glowed with brand new, neon lights. By the door, the picture of Mark’s family had been resized and put into a nice frame. There was even a plaque underneath it. “I’ve transferred ownership back to you. You have my word.”

“But… why?”

“I used to think that making money and spending my nights with as many different men as possible was the most important thing in the world… but after spending the night with you, I learned that wasn’t true. Being with someone you care about is much more important…” He whispered, hoping he would believe him.

“And this is the same Jack’s?”

“Well, it’s not quite the same. I made some renovations to modernize the atmosphere. No one wants to drink in a rundown bar anymore. But… I looked into the history of this place and…” He grinned. “Why don’t you cut the ribbon and you can see for yourself.”

“You want me to cut it?”

“You are the owner after all.” He handed him a pair of oversized scissors. His hands shook and so, with George’s help, he was able to cut the ribbon. George placed a key in his hand, waiting for him to open the door.

Mark held his breath. Once inside, he was completely floored by the transformation. While before the bar had been grimy, with old wooden tables and peeling wallpaper, now everything sparkled with a new brilliance. “It… it looks just like the speakeasy my grandparents used to run…”

“Exactly. People are going to love a 1920s nightclub. Especially since flappers are coming back in style – apparently.” He laughed, remembering his conversation with Victor; even if that was one conversation he wanted to forget.

“I can’t believe you did all of this… It looks so perfect…” He walked over to the bar and ran his fingers over the slick counter. A few of the waiting patrons walked inside, whispering excitedly. Music started to blast from the speakers and the brand-new nightclub came to life in the blink of an eye.

As the night wore on, Mark couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. He was fascinated to see his dreams come true, at last. George had literally turned them into reality.

He pulled George West aside. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He giggled. “Absolutely nothing.” Still smiling, he got on his tippy-toes and kissed him, knowing everything was going to be a little bit brighter from here on out.

*****

THE END

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