Roses are Red... (Race/ Bearon)

[ode]

After race came the fourth time, when Bearon followed him in orgasm, Race got up shakily, his bodyworn. "Stars..." he moaned, sitting stiffly on the bed only to hiss and rise.

[praiseofblood]

Hmph. That'd show him.

[ode]

Race tapped his AI and abruptly transferred to the hotels medi-tech before arriving a half hour later dressed. Ordering the chains retracted, he threw Bearon his clothes back. "You're a great fuck. Now I'll expect you to start on Friday."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon rose a brow. "I think not, Mr. Race." he said as he dressed himself, absently rubbing his wrists.

[ode]

Race snorted. "You already agreed. I have you AI signature to prove it."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon cracked his neck, his large back rolling to get the kinks out.

"I will honor the contract, but seeing as it is for a period of six months, I will be withdrawing my services."

[ode]

"Come now, love," he smirked, resting a hand on the man's chest. "This os an opportunity of a lifetime for you."

[praiseofblood]

Bearon rose a brow. "You are rather mistaken, Mr. Race, if you think I need anything you offer me."

[ode]

"Youre a florist," he said with a shrug, as if that was all the answer he needed.

[praiseofblood]

"That may be, but my family is very wealthy. I can live comfortably for six lifetimes. So, after this term, you can consider my services terminated." Bearon said before heading to the door. "Have a good day, Mr. Race."

[ode]

"I already have," he smirked, licking his lips.

[praiseofblood]

Bearon left the room with a small frown. He headed home from there, to go take a hot shower and get tested.

[ode]

Race went on with his day, body sated but mind wandering.

[praiseofblood]

That Friday Bearon sent a few delivery boys over with Race's order. They were stunning arrangements that each fit the Casinos rooms perfectly.

[ode]

"No, I'm not concerned about the damned deliveries," Race snarled at the delivery boy. "Your owner is to deliver these himself."