FUCK LUCIAN. Shiloh thought viciously as sat stuffing cookies in his mouth, watching the Princes and the Frog for the hundredth time that day. He should have been at work several hours ago, but he was too busy wallowing in self-pity and despair that by the time Mr. Harris had called him, he was over two hours late to this shift. Shiloh rubbed his forehead, sighing through his nose while the TV blared. He didn't know what he was going to do.
Adam's words rang in his ears like chimes and he knew he'd have to make a decision eventually. Julliard was his fucking dream. Why didn't any of them see that? Was his whole purpose in life to follow Lucian around like a butler in a kinky outfit? Waiting to be fucked by his husband and then put back on the shelf like a ragdoll? Fuck no.
Shiloh couldn't stomach it. Lucian was rich and powerful, but Shiloh would make his own way in life. He didn't need his fiancé's friends telling him what to do.
