Page 88 of Kylan

I was excited to start. I would be almost a good eight years older than most of my classmates, but I didn’t care. None of them had walked in my shoes. None of themhad been homeless and found themselves renting out their bodies to afford food.

And none of them had two daddies who were at the top of the field we’d be studying. Two daddies who helped me, tutored me, encouraged me.

Two daddies who believed in me.

They were so fucking proud of me. They’d never questioned my desire to do the Only Fans content. Once I’d told them about my need for my own success and my own financial stability, they’d given nothing but full support.

They also loved my videos.

They’d even watched me film a few of them.

The video of me finishing on a vibrating dildo before ananon daddyappeared on-screen to undo his jeans, grab my hips, and pump a quick load deep into my arse was my most popular and rewatched content.

Leon was still smug about that.

Fitch still talked about it.

And Benji... Benji was doing okay. His father’s trial had been hard on him, but he was proud of himself for seeing it through. We were all so fucking proud of him.

Bruno Barbieri had been sentenced to three concurrent life sentences for murder, conspiracy to murder, amongst other charges as well.

He would never see the outside world again. He’d also had to be confined to solitary because two other inmates had already tried to kill him.

Nothing he didn’t deserve, in my eyes.

But Benji’s brother’s case for fraud and tax evasionwas about to begin. It was an open and closed case according to Dominic and Nolan, but still... I wouldn’t stop worrying until that piece of shit was behind bars too.

And probably not even then.

They weren’t just my friends and business partners. They were my brothers.

So I knew when something was up with one of them. “Benj, what’s the matter?” I asked. “You’re distracted and you keep checking your watch. Do you need to be somewhere? We can finish up here if you need to go.”

His eyes met mine and he let out a nervous laugh. “I, uh... I asked Nolan to call Leon and Marek, and Dominic was?—”

Someone knocked on the door, and Benji laughed nervously before running to open it. Sure enough Leon, Marek, Dominic, and Nolan walked in.

Fitch stood up. “What’s going on? Is this a surprise orgy, because as hot as that would be, no one fucks me but Dominic.” He shrugged. “I will totally watch you guys though.”

Benji laughed and slid his hand into Nolan’s. “No, this is not an orgy, Fitch. You fucking perv.”

Dominic went to him and gave him a rough hug and kiss on the forehead. “Behave, brat.”

“Do you know what’s going on?” Fitch asked everyone.

I sure as hell didn’t, and Leon and Marek both shook their heads as they came to stand next to me. “No, Dominic didn’t say what it was.”

Fitch gasped and pulled away from Dominic. “Youknow what this is?”

Dominic put his finger to his lips. “Shh.”

We turned to Benji and Nolan, who were smiling, nervous. “So,” Benji said. “I’d planned to change my name, back when we’d first discussed ditching my surname, and I’d joked about changing my name from Benito Barbieri to Benji O’Brien.” He let out a laugh. “Taking Nolan’s surname.”

“So, we thought we’d do it officially,” Nolan added. “Today. At the private function room at Club 180. Which is basically next door, so if you’d like to join us. There’s a celebrant waiting.” He checked his watch. “Uh, now.”

I was stunned.

I turned to Fitch... who was mad? “Marriage licenses take thirty days, Benji,” he said. “Are you telling me you’ve been planning this for thirty days and didn’t tell me? Not once? Not even a little hint?”

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