Malik and Hayden sat on their usual spot, a bench at the park, holding a cup to their mouth, Malik preferred a smoothie while Hayden, vanilla flavored ice-cream. The park was their usual meeting place and most times it was spent in a comfortable silence as they watched children play and lovers being all lovey dovey. There's usually a measurable distance between them and nobody ever mentioned it until now. Hayden stared at Malik facial features, chiseled jaw, camel skin, black eyebrow, a well bridge nose and full lips. He then discreetly moved towards him, closing the distance between them. He waited for his reaction but didn't get any so he proceeds to rest his head on his shoulder. It was hard just the way he liked it. Malik didn't seem to mind, he wished he had effect on the billionaire as the billionaire had on him.
'You seem to like children' Hayden started
'They are innocent' the billionaire responded, watching two boys play, they would be around age seven. One saddled the other and tickled him until he was a laughing mess. He remembered doing the same to Dore during the one week camp.
'Do you want children?' Hayden said putting his empty cup of ice cream beside him
'I don't know'
'But you like them'
'They are too good for me' there was a long silence between both of them as Hayden tried to rehearse his words in his head.
'I like you'
'I know' Hayden sat up and Malik turned to him, the younger man's face was flushed from embarrassment and his eyes were anticipating.
'You knew but you don't like me' Malik stood and squatted in front of him, it was easier since he had changed out of his suit. He wiped a tear escaping from Hayden eye
'I like you'
'But not the way I do' Malik nodded
'Is it because of our age difference?'
'No, Hayden you are cute but I don't see you in that light
'You still think of him' Malik stood up knowing he was right. There wasn't a day that goes by that he doesn't think of him
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'I'm on my way' Twenty years old Malik said into his phone. Back then, he went by MK, read Dore's newest message after he sent an address for meet up. He knew Dore was his victim and that was a huge catch for a first timer but couldn't wipe out the anticipation that it might be the same Dore he met during the one week camp. He went to the address earlier to wait for him, he knew he might not remember his face but he always thought to himself that he would know it's him if he saw him. Those blue eyes and fluffy brown hair were engraved in his mind, his Dore. The Dore he saw standing few feet away from him was a blonde hair which was tied up in a ponytail. The realization that he wasn't the person he was expecting disheartened him and he went on with his original plan. He carefully situated himself behind the blonde man and covered the man nose and mouth with his palm, luckily for him, they were in a private area and they weren't anyone around to see what happening talks less of to stop it.
He carried the boy on his shoulder into the car he came with. He drove to the entrance of the woods and took the boy into a house covered in leeches. The house was situated far from town and deep into the woods. He was met by two other guys who were five years older than him and middle age man who was their boss. MK carried Dore into a room specially made for their victims with chains attach to the walls. After locking Dore up, he looked at the other victims, they were all girls from rich families and Dore was the only male.
MK went outside for a smoke to clear his head of the guilt he feels within him then he heard Dore scream. He ran back into the house and saw the two other men rubbing Dore's thigh sexually and calling him sexy.
'You got a hot one, I can't wait to taste him' one of the men, Aneel said and licked his lips.
'Come on and join us, you can go first since it's your catch' the other man, Fahil said. They've always done this, take advantage of their victims. Malik conscience never allowed him to join, he always thought of what his mother would say if she saw him violating someone. So usually, he walks way every time they do this but this time was different. He might not be his Dore but he knew this Dore, chatted with him, laughed at their chats and this Dore trusted him enough to come find him but he felt like he was breaking that trust. No matter how he tried to convince himself, it hurts knowing what he had was wrong but did he really have a choice?
MK slapped Aneel hand from Dore's lap, 'He's mine, I'm not sharing' MK growled
'Chill man, we get it' Fahil said and they left.
He wiped the tears from Dore's cheek, his Dore had slightly fat cheeks but this Dore has slim cheeks and V-lined jaw. He used everything in his power to fight the urge to remove the blindfold and see his eyes but he would end revealing his face.
'Shh, you would soon be out of here if your family cooperates but I promised nothing would happen to you' I did the most scary thing, making a promise.
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The ride back to Hayden's house was silent the only thing heard was Hayden sniffles. Malik pretended not to hear the sniffles throughout the ride, he apologized again when Hayden got out of the car. The billionaire took a breather, preparing his mind for a dinner date with a spoilt heir that has the same name as is childhood crush. He wished he could ditch him and go to his humble home and solitude but that would be breaching his contract.
Malik and Theodore arrived at the restaurant at the same time; Theodore wore a royal blue t-shirt and white jeans while Malik wore a sky blue t-shirt and black jeans. Originally, he opted for all black but Natalie was against it and forced him wear colors.
'You look good when you aren't wearing black but black is still hot' Theodore said as they settled in a private room.
'You too'
'You aren't saying this because I said it to you'
'No, I mean it' a waiter came in and took their orders and left. There was an awkward silence, both avoiding each other stares. Just as Theodore was about to break the silence, a waitress came with their order and Malik immediately recognize her.
'Nat?'
'Shh' she said pressing her index finger close to her lips
'Enjoy your meal, handsome' she said and left
'You know her?'
'Yeah, she's my stylist'
'Well, she's hot' Theodore comment and Malik frowned, 'You are lying, who is she?'
'She's also my half sister'
'Surprising'
'No one knows, I mean like the press and other business men'
'You're keeping her safe, is even hard to notice' Malik hummed, 'So tell me about yourself'
'There isn't much to say about me, mother is an American and father is an Arabian which I apparently don't know, I and Nat share the same mother but her father is an American'
'What about you' he added and Theodore gave a tight lipped smile that was familiar to him.
It was the same way the Dore he kidnapped smiled when he is uncomfortable. He tried imagining Theodore with a long blonde hair and eyes blindfolded. Shockingly, it was him.