Jason Townsend has issues with the older men in his life. His current boyfriend Jared is also his boss and, while the two get along wonderfully in the bedroom, their relationship at the office is tense and uncomfortable. Jason’s relationship with his father is also strained -- they grew apart when Jason came out shortly after his parents divorced. The only person Jason has ever been able to rely on is his mother. So when she announces she’s met Mr. Right, Jason is skeptical. When he meets her new boyfriend, handsome professor Paul Everett, he quickly realizes he and Paul have more in common than their connection to his mother. The two men had slept together the previous summer. Paul refuses to break things off with Jill, claiming he enjoys being with women and telling Jason their hook-up was a one-time thing that didn’t mean much to him. Unwilling to tell his mother about his past with Paul, Jason stews in silence as he watches his mother and Paul grow closer. At the same time, he finds himself becoming more and more attracted to Paul. When he can’t stand it any longer, Jason makes a pass at his mother’s boyfriend and is surprised his affections aren’t spurned. Even though Jason finds himself falling in love with Paul, he knows he’s betraying his mother and he hates himself for it. She’s always been his staunchest ally, and sleeping with her boyfriend abuses the trust between them. Can Jason love a man who’s also deceiving his mother? When he’s forced to choose between Paul and his mother, the decision isn’t as easy as it seems.

Daddy Issues

Since Jared was coming by, I cleaned up a little. Not that my apartment was a mess, but I wanted to make sure things were in their respective places when he arrived. I hated walking into someone’s home and finding dirty socks on the floor or crusty dishes in the sink. It’s one thing if someone stops by unexpectedly, but if you know someone’s coming over and don’t even bother to clean up, that’s just lazy and inconsiderate. I wasn’t a neat freak, but I did appreciate cleanliness (or at least the appearance of it). While dust bunnies surely lingered under my bed, at least the sheets on top were clean.


I’d just finished loading the dishwasher when I heard the intercom buzzer ring. Figuring it was Jared, I buzzed him in, and he was knocking on my front door less than a minute later.


“You really should just give me a set of keys to your place,” he said as he came into the living room before removing his jacket and planting himself on the sofa.


Chapter 3