Page 12 of The Chameleon

It is because of this bond that several of his staff became more than just employees. In fact, several of them began looking at Matteo as a father figure—someone who they looked up to and admired. It was this small group of young men that Matteo had come to think of as his family.

Yes, he treated all his staff like family, but it was only these select few whom he ate breakfast with every morning and whom he had carved out a special place for in his heart. Of course, he would deny this preferential treatment if any of his other staff ever asked, but truth be told, Matteo saw these guys as family.

Taking another sip, he swirled the alcohol around in his glass and watched as the liquid stuck to the sides. Clinging to the surface, like Matteo clung to his sanity.

In all honesty, he loved what he had built atLa Maison de M, but sometimes, he just needed to get away from all the noise and all the chaos. Have a little time to himself where he did not have to worry about whether his guests were having a good time, whether there was enough alcohol on site, or having to charm the pants off of wealthy, powerful men whose demands for service could sometimes border on lunacy.

Yes, every once in a while, Matteo liked to step away from the madness and just enjoy… himself. Have a nice drink, enjoy the stunning view, and occasionally get his dick sucked.

Was he being selfish? Ungrateful?

Perhaps.

But what good would he be to anyone if he was burnt out or had a nervous breakdown?

No. For his own mental health and sanity, these mini breaks were the perfect solution.

Matteo sat in his chair, staring out at the evening lights of downtown Paris. It was mid-November, and the evenings were becoming crisp and frigid. Thankfully, the hotel he was enjoying his drink at had fancy space heaters on its rooftop patio, which allowed patrons to enjoy the view without freezing their nuts off.

Paris was all about luxury and comfort and the wonderfully lit view.

“Mind if we join you?” a stunning young man asked, appearing out of nowhere. Next to him stood another young man, both in their mid-thirties, both dressed in button-down shirts and stylish dress pants to match.

Matteo smiled. “Please, join me,” he responded, gesturing to the seats across from him and giving them both a warm smile.

“Thanks,” the second one said, taking the seat across from Matteo while his friend took the seat next to him. “I’m Jamal, and this is my partner Luc.”

“Matteo,” he responded, reaching across the table and shaking Jamal’s hand before turning and offering it to his partner. “Nice to meet you both.”

“You as well,” Luc responded. The man was cute in that tall, slender,I’ll service you all nightkind of way. He held on to Matteo’s hand a little longer than was typical for someone you had just met.

Matteo glanced over at Jamal, who was grinning back at him, clearly offering up his partner as an appetizer.

“So, what brings you two gentlemen to Paris?” Matteo asked, pulling his hand free and being sure to make eye contact with both his new friends. When engaging in a three-way, it’s always important to make sure that you give both parties equal attention. This helps to avoid one partner getting jealous or feeling left out.

“It’s Luc’s thirty-fifth birthday, and I thought we would celebrate with a trip to Paris. We’re from Chicago,” Jamal answered.

“Oh, happy birthday. Are you having a good time so far?” Matteo asked, turning back toward the birthday boy.

“I could be. Looking for someone to help my husband and me celebrate.”

Judging by the hungry look in both their eyes, it was clear that they wanted Matteo to be the main course. A hot and sweaty threesome might be just the thing he needed to clear his mind and work out his kinks.

Like a starved lion, Matteo’s eyes grazed over the potential meals being offered to him on a silver platter. Luc was the hopeful, blue-eyed gazelle, offering smooth white skin and luscious red lips, while Jamal—the protector of the gazelle—offered to share his treasure while promising a taste of his own gorgeous muscular body.

If Matteo accepted this offering, he would be committing to at least a few hours of depraved sexual activities.

His cock plumped up with anticipation and excitement.

“Oh, is that so?” Matteo asked, giving the two a devilish smirk. An evening with these two young bucks could be a lot of fun. It had been a while since he had two dicks at the same time. “It just so happens that I have a suite downstairs.”

Both gentlemen returned his devilish smirk.

Jamal lifted his beer and downed the remainder in a single gulp. His husband brought his glass to the edge of his lips and playfully took the last of his sips.

It appeared that these boys were not new to the art of luring strange men back home to their beds.

Good. Matteo didn’t like games, and who didn’t enjoy twice the mouths and twice the hands playing with their bodies?

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