Spacedogs AU: Steal My Heart
Nigel Ibanescu is a notorious kept gentleman and con artist, though most of his conquests don’t know him as the latter until it’s too late. He’s very good at what he does, cold and calculating in the process while being careful to remain a doted lover in disguise.
He’s never come across any rich fucker he didn’t want to steal from.
Until he meets Michael Raki’s son Adam.
Adam Raki, the only son of media mogul Michael Raki, is forced to come to his father’s twenty year celebration of Raki Enterprises. He is uncomfortable and does not talk to many people, though the few he does interact with do not come away with a good impression.
Nigel is not one of those people.
Before long they become more than friends and it only takes one fuck up for every word Nigel has said to seem like a lie. He tries everything he can to get Adam to listen to no avail so Nigel does the only thing he can do.
Can he win back the love of his life before he’s spent all his money in hopes for a response?
Or has Nigel been the one who lost something for the first time in his pathetic fucking life that he can never get back?
The library is far enough away that Adam knows he can remain undisturbed if he remained there the rest of the night. He slipped in as soon as the hallway was clear and closed the door behind him,
He sighed and turned to put his back to the door.
Adam turned and saw a man sitting at his father’s desk with his feet up and an empty wine glass beside him. The man was wearing a tuxedo like the rest of the guests and smoking a cigarette, he could smell it from here and wondered why the smoke detector hadn’t gone off yet.
“I don’t like parties,” he said, “Or people.”
The man laughed. “Neither do I, especially this crowd.”
Adam frowned. “You can’t smoke in here.”
“Yes. My father will be upset to smell it.”
The man’s smile seemed to widen. “Like I give a fuck,” he lifted the empty wine glass, “Does it upset you, gorgeous?”
Adam blushed, “I don’t like the smell.”
He was surprised when the man put out his cigarette into the wine glass and set the makeshift ashtray down on the desk again.
“If it’s upsetting you, I’ll make an exception. What’s your name?”
“You don’t know? My father was telling everyone.”
“Nah,” he put his feet down and leaned forward on the desk, “I haven’t paid attention to a single word said tonight. But now I wish I had.”
Adam looked at his shoes, uncomfortable and tight still. He wanted to take them off but wondered what the man would think of that.
He looked up at the words and saw the man had moved closer to him, almost close enough to touch. Adam backed up and frowned. “I don’t know you.”
The smoking man held out his hand and Adam shook it.
The name echoed in his mind for a moment and Adam wondered if Nigel was flirting with him. He hadn’t been flirted with many times before but he thought maybe this might be one of those times.
“Are you sexually interested in me?”
Nigel grinned and moved closer. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
