“DARN!” The businessman snapped his fingers, missing his chance in hitting it off with the skater. He always had a thing for those rebellious cute skater boys and their lean muscles, which was why he even started his sporting good business.
He walked to his one room appartment, rented Temporarily as he opened his new shop over in this new city. A solo runner, yet mildly successful in the industry-aside the fact his love life was stale.
Being a traveller, or at least one that’s getting used to being mildly successful, it was exhausting to find a life partner that was even gay and loved travelling, all of his business partners were straight men...and woman.
Being a hot guy with a sexy black undercut, and rocking an aftershave below those crusty dark brown eyes, he was a lady killer even though he did not want it..., but it managed to land numerous business deals as women googled over his tight bod hiding underneath his black suit and tie. He prefered to be a guy killer, but many guys assumed he was straight and did not bother with the flock of girls surrounding him.
Well...technically he did kill a guy, consider James was no more and now Jimmy took over. His old apartment room turned into a closet store-as though James never existed...well for now.
He went into his cleancut room, his suits decored ready, and the design being plain and simple, yet sparked was a picture of two palm trees on sand-facing towards the ocean and the sunset as a form of a relaxing retreat.
Flipping on the tele, onto the latest episode of Jordan Randalls, and secretly hoping it zooms in on his ass.
The voice shook its non-existant head, as it cannot wait but to infect this gay guy into his new straightened self.