This is where I want to be in five years, Jaz thought to himself as he stood on an ironclad balcony with a near impossibly perfect view of Central Park and the Dakota just beyond. Jaz smiled softly as he placed a cigarette between his lips and leaned forward on the railing as he tried to squint to see a mom wrangling her kids for a picnic below.
The apartment was beautiful with late 1800's French architecture influences, which made Jaz long for some brute to sweep him off his feet and over to Paris. When he was left alone here last time, he took a bath in the biggest tub he's ever seen then he did coke off the antique vanity and got fucked over the chaise lounge for 'degrading the quality.'
"Come here, faggot, I'm not done yet."
Jaz closed his eyes from the view briefly before he stubbed the cigarette on the railing and let the but fall to the street below.
"No need to be rude, Charles, part of my pay is this fucking balcony so don't even try to take that from me," Jaz replied as he turned back to see the slightly balding and overweight man on the satin sheets of the king bed that took up only an eighth of the whole bedroom.
The man got up and grabbed Jaz by his hair on the back of his head, "I told you not to use my real name," he hissed in his ear as he pulled Jaz's head back to look up at him.
"But it sounds so sexy rolling off my tongue," Jaz replied with a small smirk as he looked up at him and let him have his way.
The older man looked at Jaz for a moment before he kissed him roughly and dragged Jaz back with him to the bed. Jaz hated this part. This guy made Jaz cum an hour ago, so now it was where the work came in to keep satisfying him until he either fell asleep or was called back to his office. It wasn't exactly honest work, considering Charles had a wife, three kids, and four grandkids. It also didn't help that Jaz had to hide this from his sister, Alden, and his actual boyfriend, Pax, but the pay was triple what he made working both jobs at home in a week.
And that fucking view.
One day, Jaz would be here on his own. He didn't know how, but he would have this place and his sister would have an identical one next door. She'd finally find some guy (who was still not good enough for her in Jaz's eyes) and would be working on her masters at NYU. Jaz would find some job running an underground art collective that somehow paid him the big bucks and he would have some gorgeous older man waiting for him at home.
"Fuck, it's the office," Charles groaned as he checked his Apple Watch in the middle of fucking Jaz for the third time. Classy character. He pulled out and smacked Jaz's ass before he got out of bed and started to get dressed. "How much for the rest of that sack you have?"
"It's $200 extra," Jaz told him as he turned to look at him. That little bag of coke was nowhere near that much, but as far as Charles knew it was from Belgium.
"Fine, I'll leave it on the counter with the rest. I want no trace of you here when I get back, understood?"
"Sir, yes sir," Jaz replied with a small smile as he walked past him towards the bathroom to get one more shot of luxury before heading back to Cold Springs.
Maybe this would be the last time, maybe it wouldn't, but Izzy bought a car and got a new job and he knew she needed to get to school. Something more than a damn community college and something more than what their mom thought was good enough for them.
Jaz would have it one way or another.
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