When Mark first met Guy Richards heâd been wet, almost completely naked and coming off one hell of an adrenaline rush. His college football team had just won a huge game for the team, Mark being the one to win the game for them at the least second so needless to say heâd been having one hell of a rush post-game. Having hit the showers after celebrating with the boys, in nothing but a towel and body glistening with water as heâd come out to find his coach standing there with the very man himself, Guy Richards. You didnât have to know shit about business to know who he was, a king among men to a lot of people; basically making billions in the technology field. Hell Mark was pretty sure he had one of his phones. He was also known for probably being one of the cities most famous bachelors, getting whoever he wanted whenever he wanted and it made sense. He had power, money, good looks and confidence for days or at least thatâs what people said. But apparently he was also a huge sponsor for the team and had come to congratulate them and promise big things were happening for them if the kept this up. Mark was excited like the rest of the team but couldnât help but focus more on the fact he was pretty sure Guyâs eyes hadnât left him the moment he came into view.
The second time the met was just an hour or two later, Mark was dressed in a white tank top that was tightly fitted with nothing else to hide his body considering how hot it was today; a baseball cap backwards, old jeans and even older sneakers. Looking pretty much like the ultimate frat boy stereotype but hey, it was comfortable and he enjoyed the look and others enjoyed the look on him. Heâd been walking along when he heard a voice calling his name and glanced over his shoulder to see the impeccably dressed man heading his way. Huh, this was new. âOh hey there, Mister Richards. What can I do you for?â He remarked, offering a casual nod and lopsided smile to the businessman.Â