D.J. Manly My Father's Lover

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and off like a goddamned faucet. I don’t know if
I’m coming or going with you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Michael gave
him a haughty look, shrugging out of his robe.
“Don’t give me that shit. Every time we make
love, you…”
“We don’t make love, we fuck, and we’ve only
done it twice.”
“You call it what you want, I’ll call it what I
want.”
“What’s your point?”
“My point is, if anyone around here needs to
make up his mind, it’s you.”
“Just what would you like me to make up my
mind about, Mr. Ragali?”
“First you want me, then, you don’t. Then you
do, but it can only happen once, and it’s always on
your terms.”
“My terms?” Michael gave him a blank stare.
He took a step back as Anthony came closer.
“It’s always you coming to me. What about
what I want?”
“Well, you don’t put up much of a fight.”
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“What was all that about in the kitchen? Who is
standing in this fucking imaginary line of yours?”
“Sandy, Jason,” he said.
“And what about you, Michael? Are you in this
line?”
“Fuck no,” he said, looking angry suddenly.
“I’m in no line.”
Anthony took another step. Michael’s back
flattened against the wall. Anthony reached out
and touched his cheek. “Are you sure?”
Michael slapped his hand away. “Would you
like that? Would you like to see me in the line?
What position would I be, three?”
Anthony actually smiled. “Whatever position
you want.”
“That’s not what I mean and you…” He looked
flustered.
“You’re blushing,” Anthony told him, anger
draining away. He placed his hands on his
forearms and pulled him forward. “What about
what I want?” He lowered his voice to a whisper.
“What if right now all I want is you? What if right
now, all I want is to rip those trunks off you
and…”
Michael struggled away from him. “Stop it. We
can’t keep doing this.”
“You started it.”
“Yeah. And I’m stopping it.”
Anthony nodded, backing away. “Fine.
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don’t think the next time you come to me that
you’ll get what you want.”
Michael watched him walk out of the room.
Why in hell had he acted like that? The news that
Sandy was coming, the way Jason had reacted in
the kitchen. He had been overcome with jealousy.
He had no right to be jealous of Anthony. But he
had been fucking Jason right under his nose, and it
was obviously that Sandy and he were involved.
Michael put his robe back on and left the
poolroom. Anthony was sitting in the living room.
He paused, sighed. “Anthony,” he said, walking
into the room. “I’m sorry.”
Anthony shook his head. “Forget it. Just forget
it.”
“I don’t know why I…”
“It’s over. Just don’t be late for work tonight.
You have to help me figure out the Christmas
bonuses.”
Michael narrowed his eyes. “I wasn’t aware we
gave Christmas bonuses. I haven’t agreed to that.”
“It’s not open to negotiation. This is one time
I’ll pull my fifty-one shares, and veto you.”
“Do I get to know how much?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Anthony said. He stood up,
brushed past him, and walked upstairs to change
his clothes.
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* * * *
When Anthony was dressed in his teal blue suit
and black shirt, with matching teal tie, he sat
down on the edge of his bed and put his face in his
hands. He hoped that the decorations had been
put up for Christmas. He’d almost forgotten all
about them until Juan reminded him the other
day. Eddie said he’d come in early and decorate
today so Anthony had given him the spare key to
the club. He felt tired, physically and emotionally.
This was the first Christmas he would spend
without Daniel or Michael. It was going to seem
strange. And all this stuff wasn’t helping.
He was feeling more and more estranged from
Jason because of Jason’s insistence on having sex
with him, and he was sure that Sandy was going
to pressure him to go back out on the road when
he showed up. And Michael. God, Michael. He
wanted to regret sleeping with him, but no matter
how hard he tried, he couldn’t. Was he falling in
love with him? He hoped not, because the guy
was definitely taking him on some sort of a ride.
He couldn’t figure him out.
He dragged himself to his feet and went into
the bathroom. He decided not to shave. The
shadow looked kind of sexy. He brushed his hair
back and tied it with a leather cord, and then
hunted for his car keys. When he got to the bottom
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of the stairs, Jason stood there dangling Anthony’s
keys in his hand. “Looking for these?”
Anthony grinned. “How many times have you
done that?”
“More than I can count. Am I allowed to say
how hot you look?”
“Sure. Say it and get it out of your system.”
Jason reached over and hugged him. “I love
you. We’re still brothers, aren’t we?”
“Of course we are,” Anthony told him, kissing
the top of his head.
“Good. I’m sorry.”
“You said that before,” Anthony replied,
grabbing his keys. “Come on, we’d better get
going. Where’s Michael?”
“He left already.”
That didn’t surprise him. “’Kay. Lock up, kid.
Let’s move.”
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Chapter Eight
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