My body isn't quite like everyone else's. To relieve my needs, I found a man at a club. After six months together, I fell for him too hard. Gritting my teeth, I coughed up the down payment for a house, wanting to build a life with him. But less than three months later, I accidentally discovered he was a rich young master. Being with a mechanic like me was just a game to him. I didn't get angry, didn't make a scene. I just grabbed him by the hair and said: "You little bastard, give me back my fifty thousand dollars!" 1 After an intense session. I sat leaning against the headboard, feeling a bit drained. Lit a cigarette and smoked. Lowered my eyes to look at Caleb, panting slightly, face flushed pink. This kid looks fair and tender. But he's got quite the kick. Even someone like me, who does manual labor all year round, was worn out. Thinking this, I couldn't help pinching Caleb's waist and abdomen. Checking if he was hiding something in there. Caleb looked up sharply. Wriggled into my arms in a few moves: "Zane, again?" I moved my hand away, afraid of dropping ash on him. "No more, early shift tomorrow." Caleb pouted, looking disappointed: "Fine, let's rest then." Saying this, Caleb propped himself up, took the cigarette from my hand, stubbed it out. Then dragged me under the covers: "Sleep!" 2 Next morning. Caleb was still curled up sleeping under the quilt. I got up, washed, and made breakfast. Seeing I still had some time before work. Sneaked into the bedroom and kissed Caleb. "I'm going to work, breakfast is warm on the stove." Caleb was groggy, hadn't opened his eyes, but wrapped his arms around my neck. Kissed me hard. A long, minty kiss. Caleb woke up a bit, opening his eyes and rubbing against my arm. "Be careful on the road, safe travels." Sweet words warmed my heart. "Pick you up from school this afternoon?" Today is Friday, Caleb's classes end at five. Perfect timing for me to go after work. Getting Caleb's affirmative answer. I left for work satisfied. Passing the dining room, caught a glimpse of the flowers Caleb brought back yesterday on the table. Couldn't help curving my lips. Remembered a friend saying two days ago. A relationship built on an improper connection like mine with Caleb is precarious. Couldn't help sneering. He's just jealous. Caleb and I are living beautifully right now. 3 Worked hard all day. Even had a sticky lunch with Caleb over video call. Finally endured until clock-out time. Humming a tune, I took off my work clothes. The cashier girl couldn't help teasing: "So happy, Zane, got a date tonight?" I raised an eyebrow, tacitly agreeing. Just hadn't walked out of the shop when my phone rang. It was my friend Leo. I answered the phone while getting into my second-hand Volkswagen. Before I could speak, the voice on the other end came first. "Zane! Come save me! The shop is overwhelmed today, begging you~" 4 Leo is a friend, but more like my mentor. After graduating high school with nowhere to go, Leo, who opened an auto repair shop, took me in. Worked hard to learn the craft until Leo's shop became more and more high-end, catering to rich people. I'm a high school graduate, speak bluntly, often offending clients over modifications. Finally, having no choice, I withdrew myself, moved to another district, and opened a small shop. Now Leo calls for help. I can't refuse. Sent a message to Caleb saying I'm working overtime. Turned the steering wheel and went to Leo's shop. 5 Arrived at the shop, exchanged a few pleasantries. Grabbed tools and drilled under a car. Maybe if I finish early, I can still pick up Caleb. Thinking and working, time flew by. Seeing it wrapping up. My movements unconsciously sped up. Suddenly, I heard a familiar name. "Caleb, you kid, finally have time to see your precious car? We almost thought you abandoned cars for good!" Then, a familiar voice sounded. "Fuck off." Not the usual clingy tone, but rather impatient. But the voice was clearly the one I knew. My hands stopped moving. Kicked my leg, sliding out on the creeper. Looked towards the voice. View too low, angle tricky. I only saw a pair of shoes clearly. A pair of white sneakers I washed yesterday, laced up, and put in the shoe cabinet at home. 6 Leo heard the voice and went out to greet them. Calling "Young Master" repeatedly. In a while, someone drove a light blue sports car out of the garage. "Master Caleb, your car, want to test it first?" The white sneakers moved, "No need." Took the keys, several people walked towards the sports car. Shoes gradually walked out of sight. My body, stiff for a long time, subconsciously propped up to stand. Field of vision instantly widened. I saw that familiar back of the head. Caleb likes to nestle in my arms when sleeping at night. I've touched that head no less than a hundred times. I dare confirm, that is Caleb. I leaned against a car, watching the group go away. Also heard them joke a few sentences. "How does it feel being a poor innocent boy for half a year?" "How much longer are you gonna play with that old uncle?" "Caleb, if you really like him, you should tell him clearly soon." I stood blankly. The breeze blew for a long time, until the engine roared. I didn't hear Caleb's reply. 7 The sports car kicked up a cloud of gasoline-smelling dust. I still hadn't come back to my senses. Leo walked over unknowingly: "What are you looking at? Know him?" I didn't answer, asked: "Who is that Master Caleb?" "You mean him? Know Victor Vance, the richest man in S City? His biological dad. He goes to university in A City. "What? You have beef with him? Hold it in, we can't afford to offend this young master." Saying this, Leo handed me a cigarette. Lit it, held in mouth. Seeing me not answering for a long time. Leo was surprised: "Really got beef?" I took a deep drag. Stimulated by nicotine. Brain gradually calmed down. Beef? Hard to say. But there is a huge debt to settle now. 8 Meeting Caleb. Wasn't very proper. I was born with a physical defect, having an extra set of organs compared to others (intersex). Disliked by family since childhood, busy working after growing up. Always avoided my own physical needs. Until half a year ago, a close friend who knew my secret dragged me to a high-end club in the name of a birthday. Despite repeated recommendations from my friend. I didn't relent. After all, this place looked expensive, and what I saved was money for buying a house and living. Seeing me unmoved, my friend didn't persuade further. Finally drank two glasses of wine, went to the toilet ready to leave. Just happened to run into Caleb being harassed. 9 The first time we met, Caleb wore a white shirt, tucked into pants. Clean. Looked easy to bully. Standing in front was a drunk potbelly, wanting to get handsy. I didn't want to meddle at first. This club has all kinds of demons and ghosts. But when retracting my gaze, saw Caleb frowning slightly. A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. Matched with the mole at the corner of his eye. A layer of perverseness floated on his whole face. Heart jumped fiercely. Don't know why. Before thought not to cause trouble. Now feet unconsciously stepped over.
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