Aubrey lay in bed with his arm draped over his forehead and his phone held to his chest. A silent debate warred inside his head about whether or not he should DM an apology to Sabien. He might be a bit sassy and angry, but he was remorseful. Even cats found their way back to their owners after clawing the shit out of them. 

Chewing on his bottom lip, he recalled the way Sabien’s eyes drifted to his mouth. Aubrey liked the attention and yearned for more. If he had sucked in his bottom lip, how would Sabien react then? Aubrey might have disliked the moniker “pretty boy” but he knew when to use his looks to his advantage. He wanted Sabien to lose his mind. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, glad that he took the bedroom loft. Wesley’s room was downstairs, and presently empty since Wesley was still in the Hills. 

Aubrey had the entire space to himself. His bedroom didn’t have doors, only stairs that led up to his floating space with a walk-in closet and ensuite. He was closer to the ceiling, without any walls to block off the noises he might make. For a semblance of privacy, Aubrey installed curtains, hanging from the exposed pipes in the ceiling. At least, Wesley would know when to not barge in if Aubrey drew the curtains shut. 

Aubrey ditched the headphones since he was home alone. Sabien plagued his mind and he didn’t have the strength to eject those fantasies out of his head. 

He imagined gripping those powerful shoulders as Sabien sucked him off. Aubrey’s mewls came unbidden as the vision took hold. He released his phone, letting it slide off his chest, and hitting the bed. He reached down with the same hand, slipping it beneath his silk black pajama bottoms. 

Aubrey’s breath hitched the instant he grasped himself. The amount of precum he produced was obscene as it coated his fingers. His cock twitched against his palm as he closed his fist and gave a nice tug. Aubrey groaned as he tightened his fist as if it were Sabien’s mouth. He could see the blonde model’s cheeks hollowing in as he squeezed his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” Aubrey hissed as he fucked the tight circle of his hand. His balls clenched, and his toes curled as he dug his heels into the bed. His chest thundered with his quickening breaths, his moans low and rough. Aubrey saw stars before he exploded. White hot pleasure consumed him, tingling at the base of his skull and lower spine. He shuddered through the rhythmic pulsations, panting for breath. 

Aubrey’s body finally relaxed after a deep arch. His hand and the inside of his pants were drenched with cum. He not only came fast but he had a mind-numbing orgasm. Staring at the ceiling in a post-coital daze, Aubrey’s imagination created a version of Sabien smirking and wiping the back of his mouth. Flustered, the post-nut clarity slammed into him after the last bits of the high faded. 

Fuck. There was no going back after this. Aubrey either needed to pursue Sabien or block him for the rest of his life. The latter was a cold harsh pill to swallow. Aubrey wasn’t sure why but he couldn’t ignore the faint traces of anxiety during their encounter. Was it normal to feel like prey before the object of his desire? Sabien was a red flag. A god-damned beautiful red flag, but he was one nonetheless. 

Aubrey had to make up his mind. Take the risk or ditch all efforts. The industry kept them in the same circle, so long as Wesley wanted Aubrey as his photographer. The connections circled in his head like the snake eating its tail. Wesley not only signed an exclusive modeling contract but he was a brand ambassador for House Genevieve. 

House Genevieve was owned by Vanille. 

Vanille was Sabien’s sister. 

While Aubrey didn’t sign any contracts, he couldn’t resist Wesley’s puppy dog eyes. 

Aubrey also owed a lot to Wesley for the campaigns and editorials he got to shoot. 

Aubrey spiraled further and forced himself to sit up. He winced, feeling more of the stickiness inside his pants and flaccid dick. He needed to clean up. He needed sleep. 

Then, tomorrow, he could make his decision.