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He chuckled. “Trust me, after waking up in my fishing shack with a country bumpkin in bed with ya, I’d have kept the money a secret too.”
We sat in the cool air-conditioned car and laughed at his silly comments. “Are we okay?” I asked, wanting to make sure his concerns were addressed.
“I pay my way, Hayes.”
“Understood.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: Bo
I’d agreed to live in Hayes’ world for a short time until he handled the aftermath of his disappearance. After finding out how wealthy he was and how many people were involved with the financial arm of his life, I realized he couldn’t just hide out in the Low Country and ignore his obligations. His phone rang nonstop and since he refused to go into his office at his father’s company, most of the work was now done in his office at his townhouse.
My eyes were opened wide when we arrived in Charleston and I saw how he lived. We’d arrived here shortly after he nursed me back to health when he’d found me in such bad shape. He fed me well and the all-night cuddle sessions helped me sleep. We’d spent a few days organizing the shack, pulling my lobster traps from the water and placing my boat in storage behind my buddy Lucas’ gas station. I told Hayes I could do a few months with him in exchange for alternating between our places until we settled on what our future housing situation.
Hayes was downstairs in his office when I rolled out of bed and made my way to his cavernous shower. The master bedroom’s ensuite bathroom was bigger than my shack. The shower alone could have held a mariachi band and a dance floor. There was more glass in his shower’s enclosure than a car dealer’s store front. I felt guilty not wiping the glass down after showering, but he insisted his maid would take care of the cleaning.
The maid came by every three days and I would usually suggest a coffee run for him so I could avoid being there. I’m not exactly sure why I was bothered by her visits, but I think I saw Memaw in the kind woman and I couldn’t witness her working and picking up after me.
To make things even worse considering I always made fun of the ritzy types in their ritzy neighborhoods, Hayes lived in Mount Pleasant’s Creekside Park community. The area gave the impression of country club living, with views of the pristine waterfront and was only minutes from downtown Charleston. There were club houses, tennis courts, pools, and a private yacht club.
Yeah, I was pretty much a fish out of water. I now lived with my boyfriend in the exact fancy location I’d despised my whole life and with people that had looked down on me. I was afraid I’d have to change my name to Biff if I didn’t get home soon.
When I returned from mycoffee run, Hayes was just finishing up with his first call. He kept a tight schedule, writing down his day’s appointments as a courtesy to me. He said this would help carve out time for us and he claimed he wanted to start early so we could have the afternoons and evenings free. So far, most of those afternoons and evenings weren’t free for him. I noticed on his schedule that we were visiting with his mother that afternoon. I was meeting her for the second time since arriving in Charleston. The visit was supposed to be at his folks’ home on John’s Island.
Mount Pleasant was top of the list for places to live around the Charleston area, but John’s Island was a few steps above that level. Hayes had warned me to not be shocked when we arrived later that day. He reminded me that his daddy had been skipped regarding his grandfather’s gravy train but was still more than able to live comfortably. I took his wordslive comfortablyto mean his parents probably lived in a palace.
“I laid your clothes out for you, Bo,” Hayes hollered from his office when he heard me in the kitchen. We agreed that Hayes could buy me clothes and other items if they were within a certain budget. He’d bought some stuff for me. Some of it was nice, some of it was stuffy rich clothes that I would have never chosen for myself. Like who needs an ascot? “Before you complain, please just wear the jacket,” he added.
I loved Hayes. I loved how Hayes fussed over me. I loved how Hayes loved me. I loved so many things about my Hayes, but Hayes Crawford Jr. was a tiny bit of a control freak. I sighed and lumbered up the sweeping spiral staircase and to our bedroom. I stood in the doorway. “Ugh,” I moaned.
I stepped to the edge of the bed and took inventory of his choices. Crisp white chinos, a baby-blue, short-sleeved, button-up, shirt, and a navy blue blazer was laid out with a pair of Lacoste boat shoes laying on the floor. The navy blue shoes had an alligator on the side. I picked up the shoe and stared at the pink alligator. “Ugh,” I groaned for the second time, turning around and falling back on the bed.
“What?” Hayes asked, standing in the doorway and staring at me.
“The alligator is pink, Hayes. Really?”
“Momma is proper at her garden parties, Bo.”
I sat up immediately. “What garden party, Hayes?” I glared at him, so he walked into the bathroom, where I quickly followed, finding him flossing his teeth. I walked up behind him and cupped his ass in my hands. “Hayes . . .?” I complained, questioning the announcement of a garden party.
He pulled away and went to his warehouse-sized walk-in closet where he proceeded to strip naked then bent over to pick his clothing off of the floor and toss them into a wicker basket. My cock jumped at the view of his sexy ass and lean muscular legs. “Fuuucckkk, baby,” I moaned, making my way to him.
He undid the clasp on his Rolex watch and checked the time. “We have two hours until Momma expects us, Bo.”
I stomped my feet like a child. “Do we have to?” I whined, doing my best spoiled brat routine.
He stepped in front of me and grabbed my wrist, moving it to his solid dick. “We also have an extra fifteen minutes, if you know what I mean.”
“Are you bribing me?” I asked, yanking him into my arms and burying my face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled my T-shirt over my head and yanked my sweatpants down, revealing a battle between my boxers and my cock. The boxers were losing big time. “Mmmm,” he moaned, cupping my balls. “You showered already?” he asked. I nodded while my face was still buried in his neck, dragging my tongue over his ear. “Good. Give me five,” he said, squeezing my balls then walking toward the shower.
I laid on the bed and waited for a few minutes before he returned with a towel around his waist, mussing his hair with his hands to help it dry. He walked to the nightstand and tossed a small bottle of lube on the bed. We stopped using condoms after our STD panels came back negative last week. Hayes had been concerned because he thought Phillip had cheated on him, so we both decided to do the prudent thing and get tested.
Just when I thought it was show time because Hayes was approaching me and the bed, he made a U-turn toward the dresser and opened the top drawer. With his back to me he pulled on a jockstrap. The sight of him stretching the straps over his ass cheeks, and the way his ass bounced and lifted from the support, caused me to nearly stroke out.
“So fucking dirty, baby boy,” I growled, not moving from the bed and admiring him. “My little jock is a fucking tease, aren’t you, boy?”
“Fifteen minutes, stud,” he reminded me. “I want you to use my ass any way you want.”
