Just a bit twisted

When Sean woke up, he was alone in the room.Judging from the sunlight streaming in through the windows, it was about eight o'clock in the morning.

He yawned, sat up and stretched, trying to organize his thoughts.

What happened last night was simply grotesque and absurd.If it weren't for the sore muscles all over his body and the pain in his butt, he would have thought it was just a dream.

But that was no dream.

He hit home plate with Rutledge.Rutledge had his dick inside him.

Sean licked his lips and climbed out of bed, the action caused a new dull pain in his ass, and he couldn't help frowning, then walked to the mirror.

He was covered in bruises.

Sean stared at the finger-shaped bruises on his crotch and thighs, trying to figure out if he was feeling that way.A little bit, but it has absolutely nothing to do with being gay.Of course, he never expected to sleep with a man, but the fact of male sex itself didn't particularly concern him—at least not to the point of panicking, hysterical.His parents were dead, his own best friend was twin, and no one would point fingers at him—not the people he cared about.

To Sean's concern, he had sex with Rutledge.That's not what's in the deal.Rutledge was really domineering and hell-bent on fucking him, but Sean could have easily turned him down.It could have stopped him.But he didn't.This really made him flustered.

Not to mention the intense feeling of being overwhelmed during the process.It's so cool that I don't know what to do.

Sean bit his lip and ran a finger over the bruise on his crotch.There is a tingling sensation on the skin.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, and Sean couldn't help jumping.

Rutledge buttoned his shirt as he emerged from the bathroom.He stopped immediately when he saw Sean, and Sean tried his best to suppress the urge to cover his body with his hands.He forced his body to relax, telling himself that it was ridiculous.Rutledge had looked over every part of him early last night.

Before Sean understood what kind of expression flashed across Rutledge's face, he restrained himself from convenience, and his attitude became indifferent and distant. "How much do you want?"

"what?"

"How much do you want for last night?"

Sean took a sharp breath. "How much do I want?" He repeated the other party's words.

Rutledge went to the desk and picked up his cell phone. "Yes. You can make a price." (Scan the QR code to pay?)

Sean stared at his broad shoulders. "Offer."

"Yes, an offer," said Rutledge, his voice almost irritated. "There's nothing else I don't understand."

Sean's heart tightened. He picked up the boxers that had been thrown on the ground and put them on, ignoring the discomfort in his buttocks.He wanted to take a shower first too—it felt dirty—but he didn't want to stay naked and vulnerable.

"Five thousand," he said.Rutledge would be mad if the lion opened his mouth like that, wouldn't it?

A brief silence.

"Row."

It doesn't look like this.

Sean could have laughed out loud, but instead his heart tangles up into his throat and chokes there, making him faintly nauseous.

Without saying a word, he walked to the bathroom and closed the door gently.

Sean leaned his back against the door and closed his eyes.

The cold door pressed against his bare skin.

***

After a long hot bath, his mind cleared.

When Sean came out of the bathroom, he already knew what to do, but Rutledge was nowhere to be seen.Just when Sean was about to call him, he saw Rutledge's cell phone on the desk.Sean sighed and turned to check on the twins, who were still asleep, so he decided to go to Rutledge.The sooner this can be done the better.

After strolling for 15 minutes, Sean had to admit that he had no idea where he was.He didn't know the way at all on this side of the house, and he couldn't find a servant to ask where Rutledge was.

The whole house was eerily quiet.The place is luxurious, yes, but it's more like a museum than a place to live.Sean couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to grow up in a house like this, thinking about it sent a chill down his spine.

When he just stepped into another room, Sean froze.Joseph Rutledge sat behind a huge desk.

"Sorry," Sean said, taking a step back. "I didn't mean to—"

"In fact, I have something to say to you, Mr. Wyatt."

"Me?" Sean looked at each other warily, but he went back into the house and closed the door.

Joseph's thick gray eyebrows were knit together. "That's right. Sit."

Sean sat on the chair opposite the old man, waiting for the other party to speak.

Neither of them said a word, just looked at each other.

Once again Sean was amazed by the similarity between Joseph Rutledge and his son.It seems that the men in this family are very elegant when they are old.That's what Rutledge will look like in another three or 40 years.Sean naturally had no chance to see this process.

"Mr. Wyatt," Joseph Rutledge finally said, under Sean's uncompromising gaze. "How long has this unethical relationship between you and Gouzi lasted?"

Sean reminded himself that Joseph Rutledge was very ill.He shouldn't argue with a dying man. "Less than a month, sir."

"That's easy." Joseph Rutledge picked up a pen and wrote something on a piece of paper, then slid it across the table to Sean. "I believe this will more than make up for the inconvenience of having cut off your relationship with the dog."

Sean glanced at the paper first, then his eyes stuck to it.

"Wow, I'm flattered that you value me so much," he said, standing up. "Excuse me for my insensitivity."

"You're being silly, boy," said the old man with a haughty face. "In a few weeks at most, he'll dump you. He always does."

"How do you know? You haven't met him for 15 years."

Joseph scoffed contemptuously. "Maybe he doesn't live here anymore, but everything is the same as before. I know his every move. I know every plaything he has thrown away. That's right, there are a few that are wrong. It's easy to spend, but as long as the price is right, there is no one who cannot be bought."

After understanding what he meant, Sean felt a nausea in his stomach. "You're sick," he whispered. "Does he know that you used money to buy his lover to break up with him?"

Joseph raised an eyebrow. "Of course he does. He's my son. He's not stupid — except for his stupid insistence that he's gay."

Sean shook his head, stood up and walked towards the door.This man is unreasonable.

Just as he opened the door, Joseph's voice stopped him.

"Make an offer, Mr. Wyatt. There is an offer for everything."

"Some things just won't work." Sean walked out.

There is no one who can't buy it.

That's what Joseph Rutledge taught his son.

Sean didn't know who he felt more empathy for at the moment: Rutledge, his father, or himself.