Inara_Me

A posh boy and a ‘no fucks given’ Billionaire. 
“Get on your knees and suck me off, like a good boy." 
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When his grandfather passed away, Brandon knew he had to do everything to make sure that his family company was in good hands, and by good hands, he meant his. 
Arrangement set up for the inheritance demanded, Brandon moved to another country and countering a man as a love interest, which was completely unnecessary because he was not gay.
But was his answer taken as it should have been? Absolutely not.
As the days to fulfill the condition fly by and Killian and Brandon get closer, things start to blend in and out at the same time, they too break apart. With the sudden presence of the faces from the past and Brandon’s continuous doubt about his sexuality, would he actually be able to receive unconditional love for once? 

[ Morally gray hero, dark romance, hero obsessed, boys love, LGBTQ+, gay romance, romance] 

Love Me, Mr. Archer [BL]

Killian did but he was also allowed enough to not work completely ahead of Brandon. Killian kept him in his line of sight.

Not to mention, it was not just the two of them that were moving, there were people around them, barking along, and someone, a bodyguard for sure, made his presence known by following behind Killian and at level with Brandon.

As if it was a threat to him, not to harm, his boss or Brandon was done for.

If he was not scared before, he was now. Why did a billionaire carry bodyguards with himself anyway? He had seen quite a few in his life and not All of them had as much security as Killian did.

The bodyguard did not even seem legit, he seemed like a bulky and blurry muscle man that would belong to an underground club.

They crossed the road before he knew it, Brandon was sitting in front of Killian.

The question might have been asked out of politeness, but Brandon would avoid eating anything in the presence of this man. With what had transpired in between them, just never.

Brandon glanced at the menu, Killian had pushed towards him. "I will just take a drink. Coca-Cola, perhaps."

Killian raised an eyebrow. "Not hungry? You last ate lunch hours ago, you should be hungry."

"I don't want to eat anything from here. I'm just going to stick with a drink."

Killian regarded him with one of his stairs before he passed the menu to one of the bodyguards, who stood up to come closer. "We will just take to sodas, Ben."

"Yes, sir." Without so much of a look at Bran, be turned around to leave and head towards the front.

For some reason, it felt like they were finally alone and Brandon did not like that. He should try to get over it as soon as possible. "What now?"

Killian leaned back with a look tbat pissed Brandon off already. The man was scared to open his mouth, but Brandon just felt the urge to knock him out.

"How do you feel about what happened at the top of the Empire state building?"

Brandon felt his heart to drop. "Nothing, I feel nothing about it. Why?"

I would rather forget it ever existed in the first place. Did he have to begin the conversation like that? Is that what he wanted to talk about anyway?

"But he must've felt something. Was it your first time sucking a cock?"

He choked on his own spit with how casually Killian mentioned it. "Do you reckon you're talking about this in public? And I told you to stop talking about it. I don't want it mentioned, ever."

"But I do." Killian countered. "So, answer my question."

"I don't—" Brandon snapped his mouth shot when one of the servers was returned with a huge glass of soda as Killian put it. It looked disgustingly frizzy.

"You were saying?" Killian urged, like the destruction means nothing, and a change of topic was not needed at all.

"I was saying nothing. I want you to drop this topic."

"I don't care about what you said! I am not gay," he hissed, "what you made me do is no less of an assault and—"

That's when it hit him. The reason why Killian had been after him, looking for a chance to talk.

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