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Chapter 3

Cameron

The last thing I wantedto do was to get out of my comfort zone and go out and meet and have dinner with Jason’s friends.I wasn’t good with people, especially men I didn’t know.That was why I tried marrying a woman who had transitioned to being a man.It was good while it lasted, but we never connected.

She wanted children and I thought it wasn’t for me, and I went on to date other men and finally he met a woman who wanted children, and she packed up and left me with this enormous home where I was hardly here, because I traveled around to my department stores.Next week I’d be in Dallas and after that I was going to New York for a month.

Maybe that was why I was considered a playboy because of the opportunities I had traveling around and meeting men and then I was gone.Whatever anyone thought, it wasn’t true.I was looking for a man I could call my own, and especially one like that young handsome dude who appeared to want to video himself and put his life out there for the world to comment on.

Although, I liked him and if I made an effort, I could probably find him, but for now, I was happy jerking off and thinking how wonderful it would be to be fucking his cute ass.

“Are you ready, Cam.You’ve had enough time.”

“Don’t call me that.It’s Cameron to you.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Damn, but you look hot.And that suit is expensive.Understated with that pink shirt under that dark blue suit, and those cufflinks give the right touch.My friends would think I fell into money.”I climbed into my Porsche 911 with Jason opening the door, and saying, “Now this is class.”

Glancing over, “What are you my shopper now?And for your information you have been falling into money, but not yours.You’re living in my house rent free—”

“You’re never home.I’m doing you a favor.”

“You can do me a favor by getting your own place, so I can sell this house and buy myself a condo by the sea.Maybe in Miami, or an apartment in New York because I’m always there.”

“You need to pass this by me sometimes.I didn’t know you were in a hurry to sell this...place.I had been hoping I could house sit until I found someone—”

I interrupted.“Someone to put up with your bullshit,” I added.

“Now that was plain rude.”

“What?‘Rude?I was being kind.How long have you been saying that?I bet you put that over on your mother and she told you to get out and that’s why you’re here.”

“You were misinformed.”

“By whom?Your mother, or the man who threw you out and kept his sports car, and your expensive clothes?Your mother calls me regularly and begs me to let you stay with me because not even she can take you.She’s cute and a saint, and I couldn’t resist her pleading for her wayward son.”

“I’m not wayward.I have plenty of opportunities and there’s this job I’m waiting for.”

“Oh yeah, the one before or after I gave you a position at my department store?”

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