Infuriating - Onley James Page 0,9
a guy before. But I’ve never lost my virginity in the technical sense. As for fucking some random guy… I don’t know why everybody puts such a huge value on virginity, like it somehow changes you as a person to take a dick. But if some guy is willing to meet my ridiculously high price tag, sure. I’ll fuck him and broadcast it on my OnlyFans.”
Day waved his hand as if the whole conversation bored him, but, mostly, he just felt stupid. Something about the calm and rational tone of Jackson’s questions made Day feel childish and immature.
“Good for you,” Jackson said, sounding sincere. “Just not while you’re on my watch, okay? I need to be able to vet anybody who comes near you just in case the killer knows who you are.”
Jackson’s words made Day’s heartbeat skip. He tried not to think of what he saw that night. He felt bad for Jay. That’s what he called Jansen. It was the only way he’d ever referred to himself. The whole thing had happened so fast it had taken Day a solid minute to understand what he was looking at. He’d never even seen the killer’s face, so Day didn’t know why anybody thought he was in danger.
“I do just fine with my solo performances,” Day said, once more staring out the window.
“I’m sure you do,” Jackson murmured, his deep voice setting off goosebumps across Day’s flesh. “Hey, you hungry?”
Jackson’s question once more caught Day off guard. “Starving.”
Jackson grinned. “Good. Me too. I know just the place.”
As Jackson pulled into a parking space in front of the Gourmet Market, Day’s face took on a disgruntled expression that made him laugh.
“What are we doing here?”
“Shopping. You said you were hungry.” Jackson walked around to the passenger side, opening Day’s door and offering his hand. Once more, he looked on with confusion. “You have gone grocery shopping before, right?” Jackson asked.
“No, my staff usually does all my shopping for me,” Day said, tone breezy, before giving Jackson a pissy look even as he accepted his hand. “Of course, I’ve gone grocery shopping before. I live in a one bedroom efficiency in the middle of the hood.”
Jackson chuckled. “You’d never know it, with that attitude and your wardrobe, Your Majesty.”
Day narrowed his eyes at Jackson, like he wasn’t sure if he was making fun of him or not. Jackson wasn’t entirely sure, either. He found he liked picking on Day. There was something about the boy’s haughty demeanor that intrigued Jackson. As much as he liked his super sexy prickly exterior, he couldn’t help but think it was hiding something more. He wanted to pick at the layers of varnish Day had painted over himself to see what hid underneath.
“You know what they say, dress for the job you want,” Day said as he sashayed through the doors.
Jackson grabbed a basket. “And you’re dressing for the job of…trophy wife?”
Day slid his gaze upward, once more fluttering long lashes at Jackson, who noticed for the first time how bright blue Day’s eyes were, the clear crystal blue of a swimming pool or the waters of the Caribbean. “I don’t know, Daddy. Are you looking for a trophy wife?” he drawled.
Jackson leaned in close so as not to offend the elderly lady perusing the apples. “Not really, but if you keep calling me Daddy, we’re gonna be skipping straight to the honeymoon.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Day purred, biting his plump lower lip and giving Jackson a saucy look.
“Not a threat, just a warning.”
Jackson could swear Day blushed, but then the boy sighed. “My fans would just love you.”
Ah, yes. Day’s fans. The audience that watched him get off every night. The audience that wanted to watch Day auction off his virginity to the highest bidder. “Sorry, gorgeous, but I work strictly off camera, and I don’t do virgins.”
Day’s mouth fell open, and Jackson realized what he’d just said. Still, he refused to take it back. Day was a shark, and if Jackson backtracked, he’d definitely smell blood in the water. Besides, as much as Jackson hated to admit it, he liked the way Day’s lips curled around the word Daddy. He didn’t see the harm in playing along. He hadn’t flirted with anybody in a very long time. Not for lack of trying on the part of others, but Jackson had been busy creating an empire and dealing with the women in his life, all of whom were related to him.
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