Chapter 4

Leo

In a sea of black, Brandon Star Stevenson stood out in a dark blue suit.

He looked like a Roman prince and when I saw him loitering around a corner of the room my heart screamed with joy.

This is unlike me, it is childish of me to feel this way, I scolded myself.

Regardless I still found myself drawn to him.

"Hey, Brandon."

He was startled at my greeting, and the wine in his hand slouched.

His cheeks flustered.

"Mr Della Rossi," he murmurs.

"You scared me."

"Call me Leo," my lips curved into a half smile.

"After your speech against the Della Rossi Blueprint and Designs last week at town hall I didn't expect to see you here today. I got the signal you didn't like the project that much."

I flagged down a nearby waiter, took two flutes of champagne and handed one to him.

"So.... Which tricks is Andy Foster planning on pulling up today?"

He suddenly went red. "I don't know." He gulped down the whole wine before turning to look at me.

"I don't really like the Della Rossi Towers," He said with a straightforward tone.

"But that doesn't also mean I have to follow whatever Andy says."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Why don't you like the Della Rossi Towers? I thought the park and playground that was added to the initial outline would have satisfied your interest."

" How gullible do you think I am, Mr Della Rossi," he asked in cynical way."

"Rich men like you believe money can buy heaven and earth, but that isn't the case I know you have a team of lawyers working their ass off to make sure Della Rossi Towers is built without including the park."

"Fascinating, you don't think money can buy everything?"

"It can't," His back stiffened.

"Regardless of your theory," I pointed out.

" You came here with Andy Foster. A very influential man." I ran my gaze over his hot body.

"That dark blue suit is incredibly flattering on you, it brings out your eyes and accentuates your physique. You look absolutely dashing!"

"Let me guess, you think Andy Foster bought it for me?" he looked disgusted.

"Mr Della Rossi, you always assume you know everything but you don't, anything that happened between I and Andy is over, he is just my friend. Men like you think money is the only thing that attracts people like me just like how ants are attracted to honey, but that's not true."

"Men like me......" I took a step closer to him.

"You seem to be my type."

"Bet I'm not the only one," he retorted.

Hmmm. I smell jealousy.

"Where is your camera loving ex boyfriend? I haven't seen him in the room."

"I don't know where Andy is," he admitted.

"I've barely seen him all evening."

"He's a coward," I take a gulp of my own wine.

The room faded in the background, and he stood out with a beauty that sent shivers to my shaft.

"If I was with such a hot man like you, I would never let him out of my sight."

"Get this straight into your head Mr. De Rossi, I am not a possession." His voice simmering with anger.

"In any case, you aren't with me."

Damn, he was fu***cking hot and had full lips that were plump and kissable.

His eyes were the deepest shade of blue that was almost indigo.

Unable to help myself I reached out to touch him. To feel his golden skin against mine.

"Not a possession you say," I muttered, my thumb running over his lower lip.

"But someone of far greater value than he realizes. Does he make you happy?"

"I have said it before and I'm going to say it again," he breathed.

"I'm not with Andy," he lifted his hand and closed his fingers over my wrist.

"What are you doing?

"Touching you love. Should I stop?"

His eyes was clouded with confusion. He looked the way I felt. I had felt lust for so many men, but this?

There was this urgency, urge, emergency that pricked me.

Brandon Star Stevenson was a magnetic man.

I immediately forgot that he is working against the Della Rossi Towers alongside Andy Foster and Tage Hutch while standing next to him.

"I don't know," he whispered.

"Why do I feel You like this."

It was as if the universe was pulling us together against our better judgement, against our own will. I have never felt this helpless in love before.

I understand his perplexity.

I felt it too.

"Kiss me..."

All I needed was his mutual consent, and all the strings pulling me back was cut.

I swiftly put an arm around his waist and pulled him towards my chest and a low moan escape his parted lips.

I had preparing for sparks not a full flame of pleasure.

Brandon arms reached out to grab my biceps, hugging me, pulling us into one.

His lips under mine hungry to be sucked.

His soft body pressed into mine, my cock throbbing at the proximity.

He tasted like spring and mint, and when he exhaled into my mouth, the sound thundered through my body, making my limbs go weak.

I seem to be frozen in time, lost in a room of people I invited just by a mere contact with him what would it feel like when he is under me begging for my cock.

Tage Hutch had texted me earlier saying he wanted to see me, well that skipped my memory.

Holding Brandon, all I could think of was holding him in my bed every morning when I wake up.

Then he pulled away.

"Leo," He breathed. Shaking his head as if to clear it.

"What did you just do?"

"Honestly, I don't know either." I was confused as he was.

"Come to my place tonight, I want you."

Brandon body harden at my word and I immediately wished I didn't utter them.

After a long silence he finally said.

"I think you've made it clear Mr. Della Rossi."

His tone was as cold as ice.

"To you men is just a means of getting laid."

He then walked away without looking back.