Chapter 11 Kyle Dylan Parker vs. Aaron Hunter: His erotic addiction...The confrontation!

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“Lucas...” Max warned. But Lucas was on a roll.

“You, with your holier-than-thou attitude and all those silly rules that couldn’t be bent. I’m not gay, I don’t accept propositions no matter the amount of money offered, I don’t do this, I don’t do that. What happened to those rules last Tuesday? All it took was a rich guy to destroy them.”

“Lucas enough,” Max shouted.

“Listen, Lucas, I was only doing my job,” Aaron said patiently. He understood that Lucas was upset at the fact that he was leaving them and therefore tried not to get angry. “The fact that some idiot of a producer decided to pay a shitload of cash for that video is not my problem.”

“Producer? Is that what you think?” Lucas snarled.

“What is he talking about?” A confused Aaron turned to Max.

“Take no notice of…”

“Oh but I think he should, Max. That Dylan guy who fucked you…did you really think he was a fellow porn star? No, little Ron. He just wanted to fuck you. So he paid big. Just to get you in the sack. And from what I heard, what a blast he had. With you squealing like a little bitch. Oh, yes I’ve heard everything. Too bad he took everything away and wouldn’t allow us to have a copy. What a title it would have had. I can see it.” Lucas looked up and spread his hands in the sky. “‘The great Ron Hunt; The rich man’s bitch.’ Or better still, ‘Ron Hunt Whores Himself.’”

“Is that true?” Aaron asked Max in a deadly quiet voice.

“Listen Ron…” Max started but almost jumped out of his skin when Aaron bellowed;

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” Max whispered. “But…”

“See?” Lucas sneered. “You’re now nothing but a man-whore. At least he paid good money. You ignora…”

Aaron didn’t wait to hear the end of Lucas’ insults. He stormed out of Max’s office. Outside, he leaned over a bench and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. Now he understood Max’s kiss-arse attitude. Kyle was not who he pretended to be at all. No wonder, the man hadn’t called him as he’d said he would. And to think he had finally resolved after sleepless nights spent thinking about how strongly he felt about Kyle that he was going to give it a chance if Kyle wanted a relationship. How stupid he had been. All that he’d felt, all that had passed between them…had been one-sided.

Aaron told himself he didn’t have to dwell on it. After all, as far as he was concerned, he had been acting. And he’d gotten paid for it. No big deal…right? But it hurt. Especially with the bond he’d felt between them, all that chemistry…he’d never felt that with any other human being and that made Kyle’s treachery hurt even more. Aaron knew he couldn’t let go. He had to confront Kyle Parker. Face to face. He had nothing to lose. After all, he was now a whore and might as well act like one.

When Aaron heard Kyle’s husky voice on the phone, he’d almost melted. Almost. God, he was crazy about the man. When he felt the spasm in his cock, he had almost groaned. Thanks to Kyle, he was like a bitch in heat. That’s how badly he wanted the bastard.

He had to force himself to remain civil when he talked to Kyle on the phone. Kyle had obviously bought it because he’d told him where he worked. It was going to be fireworks in that office, Aaron vowed to himself. Kyle Dylan Parker, get ready, Aaron told himself silently as he got out of a taxi in front of the massive ‘KYPA’ skyscraper.

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“Calm down gentlemen. Shouting is not going to accomplish anything. Now Peter, what were your exact instructions to those guys? Oh and Franklin, wait your turn. No need to turn this into a screaming match.” Kyle said in a hard voice.

There were five men in the meeting with him. He sometimes wished they were ladies instead of men. They would have been more tolerant. He turned his attention to Peter, his Operations Manager. But just as Peter started talking, the door to the conference room burst open and an angry-looking Aaron barged in to everyone’s surprise.

“You bastard!” Aaron bellowed at Kyle, moving slowly and menacingly towards where he sat at the head of the table.

“I tried to stop him, Sir,” Bertha shouted, running in after Aaron. I told him you were in a meeting in here so he should wait but he went right ahead and…”

Shit he knew, Kyle thought. He tuned out Bertha’s indignant voice as he watched the gorgeous man coming towards him. Even furious, Aaron looked mouth-wateringly hot. He thought Aaron looked simply delicious in his cargo pants and Henley's long-sleeved shirt. All Kyle wanted to do was kiss him. Even angry, the guy turned him on. Damn! Kyle took a deep breath and stood up.

“It’s okay, Bertha,” Kyle said, eyes on the man walking towards him.

“You just had to do it didn’t you?” Aaron asked walking slowly towards Kyle. “You can have anyone, but you just had to throw your money around didn’t you?”

“Gentlemen, please excu…” Kyle didn’t see it coming. When the blow landed on his jaw, he staggered back. “Fuck!”

“Oh my God,” Bertha screamed. “I’m calling security.”

“Bertha, don’t,” Kyle ordered and brought up his hand to block another blow from Aaron. “Just leave us.” He said, pushing a still furious Aaron into a chair and turning to move towards the door whilst messaging his jaw. At least the gentlemen had left as he’d requested, Kyle thought, glaring at his assistant.

“Reschedule this meeting for tomorrow. And hold all my calls. Do not disturb me under any circumstances. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Sir,” Responded a bewildered-looking Bertha.

“Good. Now scram. I’ll be fine,” Kyle said, closing and locking the door behind his worried assistant.

Kyle turned to find Aaron back on his feet. He reached for a remote device and clicked it, closing all the blinds, then he shrugged out of his jacket and loosened his tie. Then both men just stood still and stared at each other across the distance. Aaron, with his grey eyes filled with so much pain and anger, and Kyle’s hazel ones filled with so much regret and want. When Kyle’s eyes dropped to Aaron’s lips, he felt like he’d been hit with an electric bolt. Aaron was angry and hurt…but those lips… Kyle had a feeling if he didn’t taste those lips right then, he would probably die. Three long strides took him to Aaron.

“How could you?” Aaron whispered. “I thought you…”

Kyle’s slammed his lips on Aaron’s, stopping him mid-stream.