Page 1 of Kylan

ONE

KYLAN GRANT

I welcomedthe calm that washed through me the second I walked through the front door. Leon and Marek’s house was a mansion in one of Sydney’s most expensive suburbs. Ridiculous in its opulence, it had Leon’s touch in the vast open spaces, marble floors and black fixtures, and Marek’s design touch on all the extravagant furnishings. Velvet settees with gilded carved wood, dark walls and rich leathers, fur and feathers and fine touches.

Magnificent, luxurious.

Expensive.

Amounts of money that I couldn’t fathom.

Most people probably felt overwhelmed in their house.

I felt nothing but peace.

“Are you okay, darling?” Marek asked.

I gave a nod and smiled for him. “Yes. Much better now I’m here.”

He gently touched my cheek. “Sweet boy. Run along upstairs. Come down when you’re ready. Leon will be down shortly.”

I gave a nod and went up to my room.

My room, it was called, though it wasn’t really my room at all. It was one of the spare bedrooms where I changed clothes, showered if needed, and slept in on the odd occasion.

I could leave my bag in there, which was nice. But it wasn’t reallymyroom.

Nothing in this house was mine.

Not even the two men who lived here.

Especiallynot the two men who lived here.

They belonged only to each other. I was a whim, they’d said, way back when this agreement began. A tasty treat to be shared between husbands.

I didn’t care what they called me. Not back then. For the amount of money they paid me—for what they did to me, did to my body, and what they did for my mind—they could call me whatever they wanted.

It wasn’t a hardship. It wasn’t something I had to endure. It was the opposite of that.

They gave me peace.

They quietened the noise in my head. They stripped away all the bullshit of my life and gave me peace.

The mental headspace I craved, that I needed.

The fact they paid me for it was a bonus.

I’d do it for free.

Hell, I’d pay them if I had the money.

Like a junkie paying for a fix, that’s how much I needed this.

The wardrobe drawers were empty save the top one. It was mine also, containing the few things they kept here for me.

The clothes they liked me to wear.

ThatIliked to wear.

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