how i bought the whole world

After dinner, we shifted positions and sat in the corridor outside to watch the moonlight outside.The evening wind was blowing gently, Brandon shivered, leaned closer to me, his legs were close to mine, and I could feel the warmth from him.

We tasted the red wine glass after glass, and then continued the conversation just now.

"Let's treat it as a pursuit?" Brandon smiled half-smile, "Well, as you wish, this is a pursuit, as long as you understand the truth."

He licked the wine glass with his tongue, then rolled the last drop of red wine into his mouth, and swung the wine glass gently. Brandon glanced drunkenly at the bottom of the wine bottle, showing regret.

"No wine. Boss."

"I still have a bottle in my cupboard."

I got up and took out a new red wine from the cabinet. It was also Romanee-Conti. It was produced in 2000. The vintage was not very good, but Brandon didn't mind. When he heard that I still had a bottle of red wine, his eyes lit up obviously. up.

After closing the cabinet, my eyes deepened. To be honest, Brandon’s behavior just now was inexplicably attractive. When he stuck out his tongue, my mind went blank, as if I was hit by something. I just feel that there is an inexplicable heat fermenting in the bottom of my heart. This is a wonderful feeling, as if a weed with vigorous vitality is planted there, and it is gradually taking root and sprouting under the nourishment of the rainy season.

"Brandon..." I subconsciously recited his name. Brandon looked back at me suspiciously, and that look made my mood fluctuate. All the scents that they exude attract me. Brandon has always had a faint smell, which seems to be a boy's perfume, and it is a bit like the breath after bathing. It became a more wonderful fragrance.It took me a long time to keep myself sane enough to have a normal conversation with him instead of impulsively speaking irreparable words.

"No, I just want to say that I look better than Rokshani." After recovering, I sat next to him again and returned to the topic, "Rokshani is an old woman, married, and has a child. She is a A married man dares to pester you regardless of face, but I am single, young, rich and have a career, all in all I am much better than her."

"Ah, you can't compare like this, you are a man." Brandon shrugged with a lazy smile, "Please let me discriminate against you here, although Ms. Roxani is not good, she is still a lady , with a soft body and a beautiful face, and you...sorry, you must know that I have never been pursued by a man before."

I really want to ask him, how does he know Roxani has a soft body and a beautiful face, if the other party has a bloated body under the dress?What if she took off her makeup in front of him one day?

"That's at most a tie between me and her." I was unwilling, "But there is one thing, you don't want to resign with me, right?"

Brandon narrowed his eyes, "It's true, I won't resign, after all, it's a good job with high pay and excellent colleagues..." He paused, stroked his hair, "Okay, let's not talk about this, it's time for me to ask, is the person who sent you away from home, Mr. Bennett's nephew Antonio?"

"Yes." I simply admitted. "But that's a thing of the past."

"Last year. Not too far off."

"The year before last." I corrected him, "I had nothing to do with him the year before last. He lives next door to me now, but we rarely deal with each other. His two friends don't like our contact."

Brandon curled his lips, "I don't believe you didn't contact him privately. You asked me to book you seats in the Opera House before."

"Are you jealous, Brandon?" I smiled slightly, "Yes, at that time I was still a little bit unwilling to give up, hoping to start over with him, but then I found that even if we start over, there will be no good results, because we There are basically two types of people, he doesn’t like me, why should I keep thinking about him? So I gave up, although occasionally I would go for a drink with him, but that’s only occasionally, since March this year, we have lost contact, I The friend who guessed him finally told him the truth."

"Even if you stay with him all the time, I won't be jealous." Brandon snorted, "It's your turn."

"Tell me about your family. You know my family. To be fair, I want to know your family too."

"My family?" He tilted his head cutely. "Nothing to say, a serious Catholic family, no different from any ordinary American family. My father is a priest and my mother is a housewife. They both live in California. I I have an older brother who is a fashion designer and is now in Paris. He has been away from home for many years. But I am relatively ordinary. I studied in public elementary schools and public middle schools when I was a child, and I was admitted to New York University when I grew up. That’s it.”

"You have a brother, you said it before." I asked curiously, "Does he look like you?"

Brandon glanced at me lightly, "Why do you ask this?"

"Just to know." In fact I wanted to know everything about Brandon, just as he wanted to know about me.

"No, he looks more like my deceased uncle, very handsome, but don't try to hit him, although Carter is gay, but he already has a boyfriend."

I coughed, "I'm after you, Brandon."

Brandon acted as if I didn't hear it, "I should ask, boss." He propped his head on one hand, "Well, just ask how many partners you have had before."

"None," I said. "If you promise me, you'll be the only one."

"Sweet talk. Friends with benefits count too." Brandon turned a deaf ear.

"Uh..." I thought for a while, "About this number." I made a gesture of three.

"Thirty?"

"..." I think this number must be multiplied by ten to show my ability.

"What about you?" I asked him, "Who was your first date and to what extent?"

"Junior high school, when I was about 13, with the little girl next door, Emily Katie," Brandon replied. "But to what extent I want to keep it a secret, anyway, I'm not sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Ketis... At what age did you sacrifice your virginity?"

"16 years old." I replied, "My second brother Victor took me there. He paid for me to study adult education. Of course he went back and was beaten by my elder brother."

Brandon couldn't help laughing. "I haven't seen your brother Victor."

"He looks very similar to me, but he is not as good-looking as me. In fact, our brothers all look very similar, but I am the most handsome." I paused, and an impulse suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.I feel that if I don't talk about it now, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

"It's time for me to ask, Brandon." I looked at him and asked word for word, "Do you like me?"

The smile on Brandon's face suddenly flattened.

"Do you like it?" I repeated stubbornly without taking my eyes off his face for a moment.

Alcohol made me extremely aggressive and it made Brandon weak and compromised.Just like now, my eyes are always on him, and I hope Brandon can give me a reply, even if it is a negative answer.

He was silent for a moment before finally answering. "Of course I like you. As a subordinate, you are a good boss."

"Sneaky little liar," I complained. "You know that's not what I'm asking."

Brandon refused to speak again. He looked away and put his hands on his knees. In fact, his refusal was within my expectation. Brandon is such a contradictory person. Unwilling to take a step forward, I knew Brandon wasn't trying to whet my appetite, he wasn't the type to flirt, but I also didn't know what it was that made him worry.

I reached out to lift his chin, and then leaned in, trying to kiss his lips, but Brandon suddenly covered his lips with his hand when I was about to touch him, "No, boss."

His face was a little red, and the pupils of his eyes were dilated by the alcohol. Although he said no, his tone of refusal was not very firm. At this time, our faces were very close, almost eye to eye, and I watched obsessively. His beautiful pupils, which were once gray-blue during the day, turned into a deep black under the illumination of the night.

I didn't continue, just pinched his jaw, "Tell me how you feel with women, Brandon?"

He sighed, "Very good, very comfortable."

"What about being with a man?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried."

I stared at him as a wild animal watches its prey. "I can let you try."

Brandon closed his eyes, his voice unexpectedly dry, "Try it? Sorry, it's impossible for me, I already have one gay in my family, and my parents don't want two Gay son."

"So you are?" I asked in a low voice.

"I'm not."

I look at him. "lie."

This time I leaned forward again, and Brandon didn't refuse, he closed his eyes, put his hands on my shoulders, and the tip of my tongue touched his lips, and immediately there was a faint scent of wine, mixed Seeing his own taste, I couldn't help prying open his lips and licking between his teeth. I carefully described the shape of those thin lips, and the other party endured all this without resistance.

After a kiss, Brandon put his head on my shoulder blankly.

He was very passive in this kiss, but he didn't resist. I lovingly rubbed his lips with my fingers, "You are so sweet."

Brandon's mouth twitched. "Winey."

"I like it." I said this sentence rather ambiguously, Brandon blinked, and only he knew whether I was talking about wine or himself.

I picked him up, kicked open the bedroom door and walked in, turned on the light, and the bright light filled the room. Brandon covered his eyes with his hands, looking like he didn't want to face the dazzling light at all. Pushing him down on the bed, he let me move in a daze, only when I was unbuttoning his clothes, he suddenly grabbed my hand that was unbuttoning, "William, it really can't."

"I don't like rejection," I said fervently. "Accept me, Brandon, or you don't want to leave today, I won't let you go. I will bring you happiness, don't you want happiness?"

"Happy..." he repeated. "You're drunk, and so am I. We shouldn't think about this question in this case, and I can't answer you, don't ask me, I really don't know."

I lowered my head and said bewitchingly, "Don't be afraid."

He pushed me away to leave, but I hugged him from behind.I forcefully pulled Brandon back onto the bed, then pinned him down and sucked his neck. The man beneath me made unbearable noises, and he shrank into the soft mattress.

"William..." Brandon called my name, "Please, don't..."

"Too late." I said cruelly. "If you really don't like it, pick up the desk lamp in your hand, hit me on the head, and then go to the police. I won't resist, as long as you really strongly refuse."

Brandon flinched because of my words, and in the end he didn't do anything, and closed his eyes as if giving up.