CHAPTER 6: THE PARTY

Wren walked down the hallway until he reached Dee's door.

"Almighty God, wish me luck," Dee muttered before knocking.

"Come in," a voice from inside responded.

Wren opened the door and stepped in. "Good morning, Dee."

"Good morning," Dee replied. "The suit will arrive in an hour."

"Thanks. I actually came to check on the bead I gave you as collateral. It's special to me—it's been with me for as long as I can remember."

"You can take it back if you want," Dee offered.

"No, I won't. Never mind that. I actually came here for something else."

"What is it?"

Wren hesitated, his hands shaking. "I don't know if my dad will accept me if he finds out I'm gay," he said, his voice breaking as tears welled up in his eyes.

Dee's eyes widened in shock. "You like men?"

"Yes. Is it a bad thing?" Wren cried harder. "If you react like this, how will my dad react? He's not going to accept me, is he?"

Dee sighed, walking over to pat Wren's back. He handed him a handkerchief.

"Stop crying. Don't worry—your dad will understand."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Thanks… Could I get a hug? The only person who has hugged me before was Zack, my friend from the orphanage."

"Sure."

They hugged for a while.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes. Thank you."

They pulled away from the hug.

"When the suit arrives, I'll bring it to your room," Dee said.

"Thanks."

Wren left, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was alone, he wiped his tears away.

"I planned to pretend to cry, but I guess that really is how I feel… and it got me a hug! Oh my God, he smells so good. And his muscles—rock hard. I swear on my virginity, he must be amazing in bed."

He needed to tell someone.

"Yes! Cam! I need to update him."

Wren hurried down the hall and knocked on Cam's door.

"Come in," Cam called.

Wren entered and sat down.

"Plan 1 worked! I told him I'm gay. You know, Plan 1 is making sure the person you admire knows what gender you're into."

"Plan 1 and 2 already worked for me," Cam said smugly. "He knows I'm gay."

"So fast? I planned to do Plan 2 at the party tonight. How did you do it?"

Cam smirked. "Well, it happened like this…"

(Flashback – An Hour Ago)

"Zoe, can you come to my room?" Cam asked over the phone.

Minutes later, Zoe arrived.

"Why are you shirtless?" Zoe asked.

"I spilled water on it," Cam said, pointing at his discarded shirt.

"Why did you call me?"

"Can you rub some lotion on my back? My hands can't reach, and I don't want to call a maid for this."

Zoe grabbed the lotion. "No problem."

As he started rubbing Cam's back, Cam let out low, sensual moans.

Zoe hesitated. "Want me to do your front too?" he asked, his voice husky.

"Yes, please," Cam whispered, still moaning.

Once Zoe finished, Cam pretended to slip, causing Zoe to catch him. They both tumbled onto the bed, Zoe pressed against Cam's back.

"Uh… what's hard against my ass?" Cam asked innocently.

"Nothing," Zoe muttered.

"Wait… are you hard?"

"N—No… Fine, yes. We could do a quickie, you know. We've done it before."

"No."

"Why not? You're hard too."

"I promised myself that once I decided to get into a serious relationship, I wouldn't randomly sleep around."

"A serious relationship?" Zoe scoffed. "Please don't tell me it's that Wren guy."

"No. I brought him here to make someone jealous."

"Who?"

"Guess."

Before Zoe could reply, Cam pushed him out of the room and shut the door.

"Plan 2, done. But now I need to take care of naughty Cam." He glanced down at himself and ran to the bathroom.

(End of Flashback)

"Wow, your plan worked," Wren praised.

"Yep. It's done."

"I'll try the water plan too," Wren said.

"Maybe it'll work for you."

"Okay, I need to get dressed for the party," Wren said, standing up.

"Alright." Cam walked him to the door.

"Bye."

"Bye."

Back in his room, Wren sat on his bed when he heard a knock.

"Come in," he called.

Elsa, the maid, entered looking worried. "Sir, your suit is ruined, and the event starts in 30 minutes."

"As expected."

"What do you mean, sir?"

Another knock interrupted them.

"Open the door, and you'll see," Wren said.

Elsa obeyed, and Dee walked in, holding a suit.

"The suit is ready," Dee announced.

"Thank you. Please sit for a minute; I'll be right back."

Wren turned to Elsa. "When dealing with an enemy, always have a backup plan. I knew from the start that Mark would try to sabotage my suit, hoping I'd show up looking ridiculous. But I prepared for it."

"So you took a gamble, sir?"

"Yes. And I won."

"How did you know it was Mark?"

"Cam and Zoe aren't after the heir position. They just want shares in the company, which is understandable. But Mark? He wants it all. And this cheap sabotage trick? Classic villain move straight out of those 'fake daughter' novels."

"Sir, you're so smart!"

"I know." Wren smirked. "But enough of this Q&A. You're the maid, and I'm the boss. Go give this suit to the butler and have him investigate. I already know it's Mark, but I need proof. Also, no one should know I had a backup suit—I want to see Mark's shocked face."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed."

Elsa left, and Dee chuckled. "You're smart."

"Thank you," Wren said, blushing.

"Need any more help?"

"Yes. I've never worn this type of suit before."

"Alright."

Wren stripped down to his boxers.

"You're okay changing in front of me?" Dee asked.

"Yeah. Now help me with the lotion first."

Dee applied the lotion to Wren's back.

"Done."

"Now the suit."

Dee helped him dress with a straight face.

"All set. I have another appointment. See you at the party."

"Bye."

Dee left, and Wren groaned. "Damn it! Plan 2 failed! Is this man made of iron? Even iron melts when exposed to heat. Time for a new strategy."

He sat at his vanity, doing his makeup and styling his hair.

"At least I get to see Mark's shocked face. If this is how the 'real' or 'fake' daughters feel in those novels, I love it!"