Chapter 3 - Oops
I do not regret things.
This is one of the weirdest feelings I have ever experienced and I don’t like it. How has that man made me feel so vulnerable?
I get back to my office and call my assistant in,
“Yes Mr. Morgan?” she asks seductively as she enters my office.
She walks over to the front of my desk and sits leaning over to give me an eye full of her chest.
“I need to know everything there is to know about a tenant at one of the buildings I just purchased. Actually just call Mr. Trent and put him through because I want to know everything there is to know about the tenant. She gets up and sways her hips right out of my office. I really need a new assistant.
Two hours later I have the files on my desk. I open them and there is a photo attached. His full name Aaron Scott Marcam, twenty-four, dropped out of college when his brother and sister-in-law passed away and adopted his niece Avalyn, who will be five in about a month. Aaron has some credit card debt but other than that he isn’t doing horribly.
I cannot believe I added all this stress to him. I didn’t know and now it’s too late. I made a note to call my friend Sheila. She works at Aaron’s bank so I’m going to see if she’ll allow me to pay off his credit card for him. It seems he only uses it for things Avalyn needs.
I want to do something to help him and I’d just buy him one of the renovated units but I don’t think he’d accept. So the credit card payment is probably the best I can do. I wish I could do more for him but I will do this and hope it helps.
After a long day at work and a quick stop at the bank I want to go out. I called up a few of my university friends and asked if they’d like to meet up. Jill and Cami want to go to RoseBud and Raegan and Dylan don’t care where we go so I reluctantly agree to go to the cities hottest gay club.
I changed into some faded jeans and a pink button up shirt and threw on the special edition converse Dylan got me for my birthday. He has a really weird obsession with converse shoes.
“Carty!” Cami yells, throwing herself at me, “I have missed you”.
“Me or my wallet?” I ask teasingly.
“I will have you know I got promoted to district manager.” she says smugly.
“Well let’s go celebrate”.
We walk to the front of the line and I give my name and we’re let in. The guy that owns the club bought one of my smaller homes on an acreage just outside of the city. He loves it so much that I get VIP treatment at all of his various establishments.
We head up to the VIP room and I order an expensive bottle of champagne to celebrate Cami’s promotion. I pace around a bit. I’m very anxious about my mistakes and how to fix them. I stop and decide to just watch all the people dancing and having a wonderful time letting loose.
I’m scanning the crowd when I see a handsome man that looks familiar. It’s Aaron. He’s dancing with a blonde girl but it appears that he’s not excited to be here. A guy dances up to him and starts to grind on him. Jealousy straight up bites me in the ass. I don’t want to see him with anyone but me.
What? Have I, Carter Morgan, fallen hard for this man? This man that I hardly know? This man that has my head and my heart all over the place.
“Carty?” Reagan saddles up beside me, “are you alright? You’ve been acting different and I’m worried about you”.
“I did something awful and I can’t take it back. I am trying to figure out how to make it better but it’s hard to do that when one of the people you hurt is a man you’ve fallen for”.
“The guy with the cute blonde?” she inquires.
“How did you know?” I am astonished.
“You keep glancing in his direction and you look like you wanna hurt her for touching what’s yours.” she smiles “but they aren’t together, they are friends and nothing more.” she assures me.
“How do you know?” I ask.
“They aren’t dancing close, she keeps looking at the door and he’s checking out that Latino hottie at the bar. If you want a shot you need to get out there and take it.” she ushers me out of the VIP area and I make my way through the crowd.
Before I even make it to him the blonde has left him and the guy from the bar is walking towards him. I get up close behind him, wrap an arm around his waist and lean in close.
“Don’t turn around Aaron.” Of course as a reflex he tries to, “I like you but I’m not ready for you to know who I am”.
It’s cowardly but I will make my move when he’s not as stressed out. He has more reason to say no than yes right now and I really want him to say yes.
He relaxes back into me and we move with the sensual beat of the song that’s playing. The blonde comes back towards him but sees us, smiles and hops away like a giddy teenager.
The next song is more sensual than the first. I started letting my hands wander and he seems to be enjoying it, a lot. I get a bit carried away and end up stroking him through his jeans.
“Bathroom?” he asks.
Fuck, I’m so tempted but he’s not a fling. He is worth so much more than that to me.
“As much as I want that you’re better than a quicky in the bathroom”.
I can tell I’ve hurt him so I just keep touching him. His breathing changes, he’s close, I can feel it. He needs this release and I am so happy I’m the one to give it to him.
“I.. I’m.” he cuts himself off when I slip my hand down the front of his pants. “Why?”
“You need it. Let yourself go”.
“But… the people”.
“They aren’t looking at us. Just be free Aaron”.
He completely relaxes and lets himself go. I’m so glad I was able to give him this, he needed it, badly. I think I caught most of his cum in my hand but I can only do so much.
We dance to a few more songs before he says he has to go. I don’t want him to leave so I kiss him. It takes a moment but he kisses me back, fiercely. He wants it but he’s also holding himself back.
“I have to go.” he says against my lips.
“I don’t want to let you leave. I’m not ready to say goodbye.” I kiss him again
I finally remove my hand from his pants, say goodbye and then disappear into the crowd. I slip into the bathroom to wash my hands before I go back to the VIP room.
“I saw you.” Reagan sings when she hands me a glass of whiskey.
“What did you see?” I ask.
“I saw you dance with him and I saw you getting all handsy. I thought for sure you were going too far but ooooh did he ever like it”.
“Stop it. He doesn’t even know it was me.” I sigh before tossing back the whole glass.
“Why wouldn’t you tell him?″ She slaps my shoulder.
“He’s going through something. He’s not in a place where he could say yes to me so I stayed anonymous. I will tell him when he’s ready”.
“Mr. Morgan, none of this is like you.” she teases.
We have a few more drinks before we get into the car I hired and head home. I say goodbye to my friends and finally get home some time after midnight.
The week drags on and on for a thousand years. I haven’t stopped thinking of the night at RoseBud. Touching him, kissing him, the way his body felt against mine. It’s really just everything about him.
I have been wracking my brain about how to solve this problem I’ve caused and I think I have come to a solution. I am going to propose that Aaron and his daughter move into my house. It’s plenty big enough and it might be nice to have someone around. I have to think about how to ask him though, it has to be just right.
Since today is Friday I head out early, like I always do. Group ends and I’m only a little bummed he didn’t find a place yet. I just really fucking hate that it’s because of me. He has one week to find a new home and still hasn’t had any luck.
Aaron heads to the washroom and I follow uncomfortably. I can do this, I owe it to him and his little girl. He’s washing his hands, I swallow hard past the lump in my throat.
“Aaron, do you have a moment?” he visibly jumps, I can’t blame him he looks so lost, so defeated. “I...” I take a deep breath. “I’d like to propose a solution to your problem”.
Aaron looks at me, tears so obvious I wonder how I missed them. I am a horrible person. I caused this handsome, beautiful man so much pain.
“I am a business owner and... and I’m expanding to a new city.” That’s not true, maybe one day but for now it’s a lie. “I have plenty of room at my house and it would be a huge help to me to have someone staying there while I’m gone”.
Aaron looks at me like I’ve got a screw loose. He goes to say something but he stops himself and turns away from me.
“You don’t have to say yes but if you change your mind here is my phone number and address.” I hand him the piece of paper I’ve written them down on.
I give a quick nod and leave the washroom hoping I’ll hear from him. I know I can’t live with myself if he ends up in one of those awful apartments.
Aaron made me think long and hard about what I have done. Instead of creating new luxury condos, I am turning those buildings into low income rentals. I’m even tearing down one of the older buildings and putting up an eight story apartment complex. The basement level will be all three bedroom units and the rest one or two.
Aaron has changed me and I barely know him... I want to know him… actually I need to know him because I feel my life won’t be complete until he is mine.
The following morning I’m sitting at my counter drinking coffee when my phone rings. I look down and I’m thrilled when I see it’s Aaron calling.
“Is this Carter?” he asks.
“Yes it is, may I ask who’s calling?”
“It’s uh… it’s Aaron, from group.” he sounds very apprehensive.
I don’t blame him. He doesn’t know me and he has a child he needs to worry about. Even if I told him now that he could stay in his apartment he’d still have to move out for the renovations.
“So I take it that you’re accepting my offer.” I say with a smile on my face.
“Yes, if that’s ok.” Aaron says quietly.
“When do you plan on moving in?”
“Whenever it works best for you, Ava and I have been packed for weeks”.
“Aaron, I know a guy that owns a moving company, I can send a truck over tomorrow morning if you like.” it’s true and the guy owes me a favor so it won’t cost either of us a dime.
“Oh God no, you’re doing so much already.” He’s wrong though I’m not doing nearly enough.
“I’ll see you tomorrow”.