New start 2.

TW: PAY GORN

- Kaizers POV -

Not having Ethan might've been the worst thing to ever happen in my life.

After 4 months I finally accepted the truth that Ethan was gone. It took 8 other months to stop being depressed. Let's just say that shit wasn't pretty.

My usual day was laying on the couch in dirty clothes, eating junk food, drinking a whole lot of beer, watching tv and not going outside. I didn't have energy for anything.

After that, I started focussing on work. It wasn't that smart of an idea to kill Lucian since he was the one who took care of the bodies and my finances... but yeah. Everybody makes mistakes.

I worked hard and made sure to be friends with people on the inside. Now, I'm a succesful 28 year old CEO. I set everything aside, not being busy with friendships and sure as hell not relationships. I just can't get him off my mind.

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My assistant, Brian, had planned a party for all my workers. We were all going to a pretty expensive bar. Good. I really do need some alcohol, since today is the birthday of my sweetheart.

I sighed as I rested my chin on my palm as I sat against the bar. I quietly sipped some vodka out of my glass as I looked around, bored.

My assistant took a seat next to me. He smiled up at me and touched my bicep. Let's say that we have a little... arrangement. Workers-with-benefits to be precise. I mean, I love Ethan, but I do have sexual needs.

I looked down at him, not interested since my mind was now glued onto one boy.

"What do you want, Brian?"

His smile faded a bit, but he tried to look unbothered at my usual cold reply. He always thinks we have something 'special'. He's just delusional. He can't accept the fact that I don't want him, no matter how shitty I am to him. He's nothing like Ethan.

He has blond, straight hair while he has black, curly hair. His eyes are green and full of happiness, while my baby has black, serious eyes.

And let's not get started on his body. He's the literal definition of a bottom. Weak, soft, not my type. And I don't really like his freckles. And the way he dresses annoys me. He's extremely feminine. Basically a female without boobs and with a dick.

Not my Ethan.

But I guess that the sex is okay. It's enough to satisfy me. And he doesn't mind it when I call him Ethan. One thing I do despise? He wants aftercare. Like no. Get the fuck out. He needs to be fucking glad that I even let him sleep over. But no! He needs more! He wants me to tell him I love him, cuddle him, kis-

I felt the urge to throw up and I pulled away from his grip. He's fucking desperate, it's disgusting.

I stood up and walked off. I'm not in the mood to fuck him tonight, I'll just do someone else.

I put my drink down on a table and went to the bathroom. I pulled my tie loose and leaned over a sink, looking in the mirror.

Suddenly, the door opened and a tall, bit muscular guy walked in. I was immediately interested and watched him. He wasn't taller than me, which is a turn-on. He was kinda similar to Ethan, a HUGE turn-on. His hair was black and wavy, his eyes blue and soft, glasses, and an okay outfit.

Perfect.

I walked up to him and smiled down at him charmily. "Hey."

He looked me up and down and smiled shyly back.

Another turn-on.

I made small talk and conversation with him. Luckily, he didn't get creeped out and leave, quite the opposite.

I took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. I gently grabbed his hips and he smiled, relaxing more and warming up to me. After a while I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. He froze, but quickly melted into the kiss. Ethan's face popped up in my head and I groaned, enjoying the kiss really good.

I pushed my tongue against his lips and he gasped. I took control and pushed my tongue in his mouth. I gently rubbed my tongue against his as I tangled my tongue with his. I tasted his sweet mouth and groaned, he whimpered in reply and his hands held onto my suit tightly. I smirked and opened my eyes, staring at his pleased face. Is this how Ethan would look like?

I gently took him away from the dance floor and pushed him against a wall. I pressed my knee between his legs, almost touching his crotch, but not quiet yet. I let go of his lips and planted kisses from his chin, down to his neck. I pressed a few kisses against it before I bit down and sucked. I enjoyed the way his body shuddered against mine. I sucked on different spots, making sure to cover his neck in hickies. I have always been a possessive man.

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I lifted him inside my apartment and onto the bed. I tugged on his shirt and looked up for consent. He bit his lip and nodded. I didn't waste a single fucking second and pulled his shirt off. I grabbed my tie and pulled it off, throwing it somewhere on the ground. I unbottened my suit and threw it together with my button-up on the ground. I kissed down his chest to his abdomen. I left some more hickies along the way and looked up as I fiddled with his zipper.

"Mm.. you sure, baby?"

His face turned red and I smirked. He nodded and I pulled his zipper down, taking his pants off immediately after. I grabbed a leg and hooked it over my shoulder. I groaned and kissed the inside of his thigh, gently kissing my way down. I kissed his ankle and took his socks off.

I gently palmed him and sucked on his nipple, sucking the moans out of him. I grunted as my pants grew tighter. I sure as hell am going to enjoy this one...

I decided to tease him and I leaned down. I sucked on the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to his aching dick. I smirked as I heard him whimper and whine, impatient. I gently kissed up, over the bulge in his underwear. I sucked on the spot that was already wettening and he moaned loudly.

Oh, my neighbours definitely hate me..