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"Sir, your mother is on the line." Stacey announces through the phone.

Checking the time on my phone, I see it's not even 8 AM yet, not shocking me enough considering who is calling me, the woman who I consider to be a nuisance from the day I could speak and decide for myself.

"Put her through, thank you Stacey." I say, with a sigh.

Answering the call, I don't get an opportunity to ask what she wants, or why she's calling as she starts to scream down the phone.

"Donovan, do you know how humiliating that was for us?" She starts by saying, her tone harsh.

"Do you have any idea how sick Jacob, your father is because of you!" "She shouts. "Have you any heart!"

I pinch the bridge of my nose, lean back in my chair, and sigh, in absolutely no mood for her erratic behavior so early in the morning.

"If this is what you called me for, I'm busy and don't have time for this useless conversation, Mary." Knowing exactly what she's trying to do. 

The call goes silent and I practically see her face red with anger and humiliation, her eyes closed and wanting nothing more than to raise her voice at me, but she won't, because I hold all the cards.

"You brought that boy into our house Donovan, you flaunted your filthy... fling, in our faces." She says in disgust. "You need to end things with him, now! Or I won't be-"

"Shut your mouth." I snap out, having finally heard enough.

"What I do with whomever I choose is none of your business, for the last time, if you poke your nose in my life again, I will take the life you enjoy so much away, I'm not going to warn you again." I promise, my voice hard and unwavering.

"Evan has nothing to do with you and me, I love him and that's none of your business."

"You..." She stuttered, in a shocked tone. "Speaking to me, your mother like this, do you have no heart?"

"Does the boy even know anything about you?" She pondered noisily. "I'm suggesting not since he hasn't run away yet." She proudly says while I picture a grin forming on her face.

"A boy that young doesn't want to be tied down with an older man, have you completely lost your mind, Donovan?"

I feel my nails dig into my palm as I glare at the phone, wanting nothing more than to wish I had never answered this call or blacklisted her number entirely.

"I'm warning you, if you do anything to Evan, I will take it all away." I threaten, my hands shaking in anger. "I won't warn you again."

She chuckles, making me clench my jaw. "I never thought id see the day my cold-hearted son would be chasing young boys." She says, making me close my eyes angrily as my nose flares.

"Oh, what would  THEY say?" She says, hitting my last nerve.

I end the call and sigh heavily as I try to control myself and the thoughts running free in my mind, of all the things I would love to do just to ruin her life, to take everything I've given them away, with a snap of my fingers.

The money... the houses, all the cars and vacations they've bought and paid for, with my money, and yet after everything I've done to help them get on their feet after the mess they've made with Alex, paying people off... and yet she continues to poke her nose into my life.

'Chasing young boys' I could almost laugh the moment the words left her mouth, because boy is she wrong, especially when it comes to Evan Beckett.

I never chased him, I didn't even want anything to do with him in the beginning, I'm 13 years older than him and he's a man, a gender I've never been attracted to in the slightest, but that was before I spent more time with him, and got to know him.

Signing Evan with my agency was something I'd never done before, not from one simple meeting, I went as far as to be sure that everything was strictly business as possible, even making a contract stating I could never fire him due to our 'physical relationship' if we ever broke things off.

4 million dollars for his life back, for Evan that much money was something he didn't think twice about, it's definitely something I should regret, but I don't, and I know that makes me a bad person or even the devil in his eyes.

I used his debt as a way to get close to him, I knew the first moment I looked up and saw him sitting there, in my office, that I wanted him, in what capacity I didn't know, but like a moth to a flame, I couldn't back off.

I couldn't deny that Evan was attractive, he had something others lacked, and in my business, I wanted that badly, even if he didn't sleep with me, I probably would have given the money to him, just to have him.

It'd be bad business to turn away a talent like Evan Beckett.

I never thought our 'strictly sex' relationship would end up like this, that I'd fall in love with a guy 13 years younger than me, and an actor of all people.

Perhaps I did somewhere down the line want this to happen, as much as I tried to deny it, I liked Evan from the moment I laid eyes on him, something completely new to me as I only ever slept with women.

The moment I kissed him, I knew that despite how we started, it would only get harder for me to stay away from him, possibly breaking his heart in the process.

There's still so much I haven't shared with him, there have been reasons why I never took a girlfriend, it was simple and easy, and I didn't have to explain myself to anyone, which I loathed.

I'm not gay, I'm far from gay, men simply don't attract me, my cock couldn't be any softer when I tried to watch gay videos one night when I was away for a week, the first business trip away since I started my relationship with Evan.

I couldn't get hard, I tried but nothing worked, until Evan popped into my head, like a horny teenager, my cock sprung to life at the thought of his lips wrapped around my length, and that's when I knew, I was completely screwed.

He's so easy to love, break and put back together again, it made me addicted to him, even the way he looked at me sometimes set my skin ablaze, I wanted to fuck him every given moment we were alone, just for looking at me.

I might be going insane, or maybe I really do have a problem, but having Evan, confirming my feelings for him, and declaring our relationship status, it just felt right, despite how uneasy he feels, I want this relationship, I want to try and make this real.

My mother may have just given me the push I needed to tell Evan exactly why I pushed him away the first time, or why I am the way I am.

Evan is either going to run away, and take a swing at me again, or he's going to sit and want to hear what I have to say, either way, for the first time in a long time, I'm nervous about the outcome.

The reason I feel that way is because I had an ex-wife, and with that wife, I had a son, a fully grown 15-year-old boy, who I wanted to protect at any cost.

I was 20 years old when Emily, a girlfriend I was on and off seeing at the time told me she was pregnant, I was young and stupid, and it only got more complicated as we grew and raised our child away from the public eye as my company grew larger.

We married for the sake of our son, Jamie, even though our relationship was long over, I stayed until we both agreed to a separation, so we did, and since then we're on good terms, and I see my son whenever I can.

Evan will either take this one way or another, he is after all still young and has his life ahead of him, whilst mine is in high school and living with my ex-wife.

My relationship is still new, and I'm still learning things about myself with Evan, but now I made my move, I have to be the one to tell him before he finds out another way.

Emily and Jason have a right to know, encase this gets out, not that Mary would dare, I hold too much power over her head, but last night was the first time I was in public with another person, and a man.

Although Carmen's restaurant was private, people have eyes, ears, and mouths, and everybody has an angle, especially when you are who you are, and who Evan and I are, is newsworthy, by now someone had spread the news about seeing us together.

Although I was Evan's ex-boss, at first people would suspect I want to sign him again, which gives me time to tell my ex-wife and son, before seeing us out again, and connecting the dots about our relationship.

I'm starting to get a headache at the thought of it, I need control and if it gets out before I can control the narrative, I'd have to work to stop it from reaching the news, even put in a few favors to friends. 

I press the button for my receptionist on my phone, Stacey.

"Yes sir?" Her voice comes through.

"Connect me to Emily Johnson." I say, loosening the top buttons of my shirt.

"Connecting you now Sir." Stacey says as she puts me through, and the call starts ringing.

The call goes through and I take a sigh, ready for the first step.

"It's me." I breathe out. "We need to talk, are you free today?"