0. Prolog

Through a curious look, a pair of blue beads observed the figure of a handsome young man approaching twenty, stripping off piece by piece the clothes he was wearing.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with his chin propped on his hands, his attention did not move in any other direction until not a single thread was attached to the young man's body. Slowly approaching, the blue bead followed the youth's movements narrowing the distance between them.

"I offer my body to you," said the young man. Serious without a hint of humor. His hazel bead met the intense gaze of the blue pair who were staring at him intently.

"You can use it however you like." Continued the young man who was able to pull one side of his voluminous lips into a faint smile.

"In return?" Leonard asked in a heavy voice.

"Your heart and your love," the young man replied confidently. There was passion in the bass tone of his voice. Passion for something he mentioned.

Then, a crisp laugh escaped Leonard Willson's lips. A mature man who owns casinos in Las Vegas that are famous for the upper class spending money for entertainment in times of boredom.

"Look," Leonard stood up, "there are plenty of women and men who would give their bodies to me," he said.

Sean, the young man looked up because of the height difference between them.

"They want money and expensive gifts. But you." A large hand with a finger encircled by a ring on the index finger grabbed Sean's jaw. "My love? Seriously." Leonard's low chuckle that was about to burst out again was stifled by Sean's seriousness that had not diminished one bit from his handsome features.

"I'm serious." Sean stepped forward until he didn't leave even an inch of distance.

The lopsided smile was no longer engraved. "Listen, son---"

"My name is Sean, and I'm no longer a child."

"There are some things in this world I don't believe in. One of them is love. And you appear before me, offering your body in exchange for something surreal called love? Seriously?"

"If you don't believe, then I'll make you believe."

Leonard snorted. "Give up, before you regret it later on for getting your hopes up."

Sean took a deep breath. "I'm already here, what can I do?" His lips formed a smile. "I won't give up."

Sean felt a strange tingle run from the roof of his mouth to the rest of his body as the thumb of Leonard's hand brushed his lower lip. The touch was gentle, but it made something imprisoned in his chest flutter violently.

"Don't call me an asshole or any expletives you know at the end of the day," Leonard whispered.

"Either way, you're an asshole," Sean retorted before stealing the starting line by bringing his lips and the mature man's lips together in a passionate embrace.

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