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Tagging → Casey Saunders (mentions of Imogen Cole)
Time Frame → August 15
Location → The Rodriguez mansion
He hated that he ended up there.
The Rodriguez mansion and everything that inhabited it was both Casey’s saving grace and the thing that had destroyed him all at once, and he hadn’t been the only person, he was sure, but this was where it had started for Casey, this mansion that he had so envied when he’d first met Mr. Rodgriguez was where he turned into a monster, ‘it’ was born here.
He’d left Imogen’s house, all at once embarrassed, hurt and angry, but not at the Latina, but at himself. Casey knew better really, he knew how she and anyone would react to the real him, hell he couldn’t even blame them, he’d told himself how it would be a million times in his mind, everytime he thought about telling her he would talk himself out of it playing a scenario eerily similar to what had happened. But as time went by, and as he foolishly entertained the notion that he could be with her and it could be a good thing, he’d let his guard down, and of course what happens when you let your guard down? You take a hit, and Casey had taken one right to the heart. Kill shot.
He parked his car in the massive driveway, but didn’t make any moves to get out. The place was like the playboy mansion, and the escorts were free to come and go as they pleased, Casey used to spend a lot of time there, but he didn’t anymore, he would much rather be at his house around his chaotic family, having a semblance of balance between the good man that he wanted to be and the beast that he actually was. It was too easy there to be bad, whatever you wanted was right there at your disposal, and that’s what made it so appealing to the escorts besides the money, if you weren’t careful or smart enough the people in there, the atmosphere they built could make you feel like family, and that it was okay to be the way you were, whatever it was, whatever you were into, it was welcome with open arms behind those mansion walls.
That was why he was there, he needed something to shake the way Imogen couldn’t even stand to look at him, and how it felt to have her hold him so tight, then let go as if touching him was the most undesirable notion in the world. Hell, Casey had even tried getting upset, telling himself that she was no angel, reminding himself how she had fucked some guy at the party they’d come to together, but in the end he couldn’t pretend that he was anything less than undesirable, not in any way that wasn’t physical, this was his life, and the best he could do was get used to it, there were people who were impossible to love, but Casey was one who it was even impossible to like.
It was 3 hours and several drinks later that Casey found himself being led into a room with one of the other escorts that had been around only a few months. The moment the door was closed the girl began kissing his neck and rubbing her hand over Casey’s jeans, exciting him despite the fact that in his head he was a million miles away. He didn’t want this, but he’d peeled her shirt off anyway, and he had let her push him onto the bed. Clothes were being shed and it wasn’t until she was on her knees in front of him, and unbuckling Casey’s belt that he’d even spoken a word, “Stop.”
‘What?’ The girl, a dark haired beauty whose green eyes made her look exotic questioned, but in the next second continued on, and Casey said again, a little more forcefully and sitting up, “I said stop. I don’t want this.”
‘I think you do. In fact…’ she rubbed her hand over his admittedly rock hard member, ‘I know you do.’
Casey stood up and didn’t even bother buckling his pants up, he just wanted out of there, he couldn’t be in that house again, he couldn’t resign to it, if he did Casey feared that it would be no distinction anymore, he would be it, and while the notion was tempting he just couldn’t, so he left, not only the room, but the Rodriguez mansion, the fact that he was drunk, or that he didn’t know where he was going (no way in hell he was going to embarrass his sister and show up home drunk when she had friends over) no concerning him, he just needed to be out of there.
