Collateral - Sex Stories

Collateral

... down the driveway and to his car. He opened the driver's seat door before climbing his long legs into the expensive sports car. At his arrival, Matteo scoffed. "Took you long enough." the other man complained, clearly bored of the game on his phone. His shades didn't mask his annoyance, the sarcasm was dripping from his voice. Stefan just ignored him, intent on cranking up the car and heading back to his territory. Matteo continued. "You devoured him didn't you?" he questioned, already knowing the answer. Stefan's lips twitched slightly at the accusation. "I just had a little taste, that's all." he replied to his second in charge. Matteo cringed at the admission. "You fucking slut!" he teased, criticizing the taller man. Stefan turned to the man in the passenger seat before pulling out into the street to head to his next destination. "You're the last one to talk after I walked in on you bent over Alejandro's desk last week." he retorted. Matteo went red at the comeback, being reminded of the steamy exchange. He was stunned into silence before he was able to murmur a bullshit response. "Shut the hell up." he told Stefan who just laughed and continued his maneuvering of the black car. Matteo turned towards the window, choosing not to tease anymore as his dignity was at stake. They took off.

Meanwhile, Ezra was pacing back and forth in the living room, replaying all the events in his head. He wasn't sure if he felt regret but now analyzing all the details of his father's ...

... disappearance and the debt he was now left to pay had his heart racing. This was crazy. His options were few, sell his body to this man or work for the rest of his life to pay off this debt. He didn't have anyone to turn to and no support to alleviate the debt. His dad had left him with all of this. Just abandoned him....

At that thought, Ezra got an idea. He stopped his pacing before running up the stairs and beelining for his room. He began to pull out all his clothes, shoes and necessities then stuffing what he could into his light blue suitcase. Ezra then ran to a hallway closet to find the box that carried a small amount of cash. He kept it hidden as long as he could from his dad and this time it worked. He opened it quickly before finding a few 100 dollar bills, put aside in case of emergencies or hard times. It wasn't much but it was something to give him some support. He quickly shoved the bills in his pocket before leaving the hallway to grab his suitcase from his room. He looked at his bedroom for the last time, remembering the events, good and bad that had occured in his house. He turned away, feelings of sadness lingering in his chest. On the way down stairs he stopped at a picture of his mother. She was young, beautiful and happy. He and her had booked a photoshoot when he was 4 years old and she held him caringly in her arms. Ezra touched the portrait lightly, almost caressing her 2D face before pulling it off the nail in the wall. He ran down stairs with it and ...