Loving The Corporate Prince Ch. 01

Copyright © 2021 by M.J. Moréo

All rights reserved. This book or any portion of, may not be reproduced, used, or distributed in any manner without prior written permission of the publisher or author, except in the case of brief quotations for critical reviews and other non-commercial uses.

Trigger Warning:

This book contains scenes that may trigger dysphoria including transphobia and penetrative intercourse (not at the same time). This book contains kink scenes including limb restriction and more. If these are themes you are not prepared to handle, please do not continue. Always read and play responsibly!

⟡

⟡

⟡

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman who went by the name, Psyche. Psyche was so beautiful that men and women alike worshipped her. Because her beauty was so rich and intimidating, Psyche felt cursed - no one could take on the task of loving her soul, rather than her looks. The worship of Psyche's beauty grew and grew and eventually, she caught the attention of the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite.

The Goddess was angry with Psyche because the mortals of Earth had abandoned her temples. As revenge, Aphrodite sent her loyal son, Eros, to shoot Psyche with his arrow. With the wound from Eros' weapon, she would be forced to fall in love with something hideous. Surely the mortals would see that although Psyche was beautiful, there had to be something wrong with the woman to fall in love with something so monstrous.

Eros did as his mother had asked, but when it came time to shoot Psyche with his arrow, he couldn't. Distracted by her beauty, Eros slipped, and poked himself with the arrow instead. From that moment on, Ero's was deeply in love with Psyche.

Meanwhile, Psyche's father - worried for his daughter's future - went to the Oracle of Delphi to ask what would become of her. Speaking through the oracle, the God Apollo told the man that his daughter, Psyche, was fated to marry a monster. This monster was horrifying, unearthly, and only derived pleasure from harming man and God alike.

Psyche's father knew he would never let his favorite daughter be taken by a monster willingly, but Apollo's message came with a warning. The God stated that if he did not allow Psyche to fulfill her destiny, placing her at a summit in a wedding dress for the monster, then his kingdom would be at the hands of a fate much worse than her's.

Reluctantly, and to preserve the lives of those in his kingdom, Psyche's father left her at the summit of a mountain and never looked back.

After some time, the west wind Zephyr, lifted Psyche and took her to a golden castle in the sky. It was beautiful and incredibly luxurious. Invisible nymphs waited on her every need and Psyche truly thought she had found heaven. Still, she worried for when her husband - the monster - may arrive.

When the sun set, Eros visited his wife under the cover of darkness, every single night. Psyche never once saw Eros with her eyes, but as they spent night after night together, she began to see him with her heart. Eros only treated Psyche with love and respect, worshiping her for her soul, rather than what she looked like. Eventually, she too fell in love, not knowing or caring whether her husband was a monster or a God. Together, they lived in the castle in the sky, happy to adore one another until the end of time...

...But when Aphrodite had heard of the betrayal by her son, she cursed Eros and Psyche's souls to separate. They were sent to opposite ends of the Earth until they would find one another again, but they never did.

The souls of Eros and Psyche were forced to reincarnate, over and over again, born into the body's of so many mortals throughout history. They would look for one another until they would finally cross path's and their story could be completed...

⟡ CHAPTER ONE ⟡

RIVER FOSTER

"Hey bro, can I steal a ride to campus? My goddamn car won't start again." Gil said as he stomped out his cigarette on the broken cement we called a patio.

I've known Baxter "Gil" Gillan since second grade. Because our last names fell next to one another, our lockers remained neighbors from elementary school through high school. After high school, we remained low-maintenance friends but got reacquainted when we both needed roommates. I've always hated the idea of having to meet brand new people to find roommates, so for both of us, the match seemed like a no brainer.

In a way, I still feel like his locker is next to mine, we've just replaced school supplies for entire bedrooms. Small towns rarely change in that sense. It's awful for the most part, but I always had a small sense of steadiness or security knowing I'd get to see Gil in passing.

I've never been good at school and it's not for a lack of trying. I was the weird, painfully shy, queer kid. There were bullies. You know the saga. That story is unfortunately all too common, but that's why I've always stuck around Gil. He fell into that group of kids that genuinely didn't give a shit about what anyone else was doing and in return, got along with everyone. He's even like that as a roommate. Gil doesn't care who, what, or how you are, as long as you can pay your rent.

"Yeah, of course, bro," I said, throwing my book bag over my shoulder. Gil ran inside, quickly emerging with his own backpack in hand. "Hop in, my dude."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, my dude."

"Make me, my dude." I laughed watching Gil try to stifle his own laughter.

We made the venture across our tiny town to Lake Stanfield Community College as Gil relayed all the small-town gossip to me.

"Dude, did you hear that Tammy is pregnant?"

"No!" I gasped.

"Oh come on man, that's juicy shit!"

"I guess," I've never really cared for gossip. I can't imagine the nasty things people said about me after I transitioned. "I want real juicy shit, Gil. Like... Underground bunkers! You know there's supposedly a whole maze of complex tunnels under town?"

"No fuckin' way," Gil mumbled, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

"It's true, dude. Well... Supposedly true."

"Huh," Gil paused, blowing a tobacco filled puff out the window. "Well anyway, I feel kinda bad for ole Tammy 'cause she don't even know Brandon is cheatin' on her."

"Jesus," I said, thankful my car finally arrived at the small community college parking lot. "That sucks."

I didn't know how else to respond. It was conversations like this that made me wonder what I was still doing here, trying to be best friends with Gil. As great as Gil was, he and I didn't have any major or authentic bond. Any friends I had in this town had gone the second they got their college acceptance letters a decade ago.

Still, it's at least easy to be here. I had a roof over my head, food in my belly, and a job.

'Do I need a change or just want one? Am I happy? Who knows?'

I didn't love attending college, especially at a time that felt so late in life. Even though I was only 30, I felt like an elder compared to the 18 and 19-year-olds I attended class with. Part of me was thankful that, at the very least, I wasn't dealing with what Gil was dealing with.

The guy had practically already graduated. He had 3 credit hours left before he attained his certificate, but let it drag out as long as he could so he wouldn't have to reapply for his job as a concessions manager on campus. He was in the post-graduate mourning period before he even finished school.

I told him I could get him a job at the gas station with me, but in the end, I think we both agreed that living together and working together would cause some serious unnecessary tension. That's Gil's nice way of saying he'd want to rip every last one of the smoky black hairs off my head.

We strolled into the dirty, fluorescent light-filled hallway before parting ways.

"Catch ya after class or you gettin' a ride later?"

"Ah, I'll find someone. If not, I'll walk. S'nice day at least. Thanks for the ride, dude. Owe ye one!"

This is what my everyday looks like. Thrilling stuff, huh? I wake up around 1 P.M. to run to my creative writing class. Later, I come home, shower, eat, and do homework, all before heading to my graveyard shift at the gas station. Even talking about my own life bores me a little.

Thankfully, this day was different. It was the beginning of a new semester, and new year. The first class for English 201 fell on a Tuesday. The sun peeked through the dark gray clouds, which was rare for Lake Stanfield - overcast was our normal - but everyone was oddly chipper.

Electricity buzzed through the air as I opened the door to the classroom that was filled with what would become the regular early birds. I sat in the back and began dumping my cheap school supplies on my desk before mindlessly scrolling through my phone.

When I looked up, the room was alive and filled with people. The professor had arrived and was casually talking to the class about his summer break. Things were about to begin when the door opened and he walked in.

DUSTIN GARNIER

"Have you ever slept with a guy!?" Cas yelled over the vibrating beats.

"What!?" Dustin pointed at his ears, shaking his head.

The two best friends always did this. They would need a night out to blow off steam, wanting to chat and drink, and moan about awful things involving working at GHG, only to end up at the loudest club possible.

"I said, have you ever slept with a guy!?"

Dustin laughed, forming irresistible smile lines on his narrow cheeks.

"Few times! Who haven't I slept with at this point!?" he yelled. "Why!? Have you!?"

Cas laughed back, swaying her hips to the music, spilling her Whiskey Sour and shaking her head.

"No! Do you know how some people say they're as straight as an arrow!? Well, I'm as gay as an arrow!" Cas arms raised over her head and let the music drown her senses.

While her senses evaporated, Dustin's became laser-focused. The music's vibrations made him keenly aware of how his skin touched the fabric of his shirt and how each thread of his pants rubbed against his tight thighs.

"Speaking of sleeping with people - I need to get laid!"

Cas's expression twisted with concern.

"Are you doing OK, Dusty!?"

Raising his index finger, Dustin pointed toward the ceiling, signaling to Cas that they should move their conversations to the quieter bar above. As they moved up the spiral staircase, Dustin rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

'How am I supposed to tell Cas that I wanna I'm thinking about quitting working for my dad? God, I can't imagine the headlines. What if this makes Cas quit? What if they think I'm trying to form some type of coup or something?'

At the LED lit bar, with the walls vibrating, Dustin ordered the pair two long island ice teas.

"Are you trying to get me to black out?" Cassie laughed.

"Ew! Of course not! I'm trying to get me to black out."

"OK, seriously. What is going on, little brother?" Cas had her hand resting on the back of Dustin's shoulder, rubbing small comforting circles into his shirt.

Much more than friends, Dustin and Cas knew they weren't biological siblings. Still, they had been raised together and the unbreakable bond between them had them both acknowledging that just because they weren't blood, they could still be family.

"I don't know, Cas. Lately I've just been feeling so out of place. Does working for my dad ever make you feel like, I don't know, like there's more to life than carrying on your parents dreams?"

"Well... No, but then again - I don't work for my own father. I work for yours and I work there because I love what your father stands for and what the company stands for. I chose to work there as you, kind of, didn't. So I can imagine how you might feel that way."

Dustin nodded as he gulped his long island.

"It's just like... How am I supposed to leave? Can you imagine what people would say? What would that do to the company? What would it imply?"

"People will talk no matter what. I don't think your father would want you to be unhappy. I know your mother would have been so proud to see you take initiative to go down your own path."

"I guess but, I don't even know what I want to do with my life. I'm..." Dustin's gaze fell to nowhere as his eyes glossed over.

"You're what?"

"I'm almost 33 years old. It's too late for me. All my cousins are married to hot, rich people and they have their hundreds of babies running around and their lives are perfect..." He clenched his jaw, doing his best to prevent any tears that might fall.

"Hey!" Cas yelled at the top of her lungs.

Dustin's eyes widened as she waved her arms wildly and made ridiculous faces, her drink sloshing and spilling wherever she moved. It was childish, still Dustin couldn't help but smile and forget his troubles for one second.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

"My therapist says a good way to get yourself out of a despair spiral is to distract yourself really quickly until you can come back to it. I was trying to distract you. Did it work?"

Dustin nodded, laughing.

"Good! Now what you said before. It is not too late. It's never too late! That's like saying, it's too late to try something new in bed or it's too late to try a new food. Like, what if you've never had a chocolate chip cookie and you get the chance but instead you say, 'Oh no. I can't. I'm almost 33, it's too late for me to try a chocolate chip cookie now.' Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a woman around your age who was extremely unhappy. She, too, lived every day moving along the standards of society she was put in. Just like you. And just like you, she knew it wasn't a fit for her. She knew she could either keep going the rest of her life, walking along the cobblestone path that someone already laid out for her or she could take a leap of faith and tell the world what she wanted.

This new thing was big and scary though. How would people react? What if it was too late for her to make that change? She had, after all, laid a foundation for another life.

But Cas - I mean, this woman -"

The two drunkenly giggled.

"This woman took that leap because she knew the rest of her life could be so, so long. She couldn't bear the idea of living out all that time so unhappy. She figured, even if she died tomorrow, that change she needed wouldn't have been too late because at least she made it happen. So you know what she did?" Cas smiled wide, with her big white teeth and her glossy, made up eyes.

"Did she come out of the closet?"

"She came out of the closet! But wait, there's more." Dustin gasped, playfully. "Not only did she come out of the closet, but she wanted to do something with her life that felt meaningful. She wanted to work with and for people she loved and trusted, doing something that she felt had a positive impact. So she went to work for Mr. Marius Garnier and has been livin' it up, ever since."

Dustin smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt like forever. He wrapped his arms around his best friend for a hug that released any sadness he felt.

Cas was right. She had made a drastic change not even two whole years earlier. She changed her career and she left her own corporate throne to do exactly what Dustin was struggling with right now. In comparison, trying to find his own career seemed so small.

"How do you even begin finding out what you want to do in life?"

"Hm..." Cas thought, dramatically resting her index finger and thumb on her chin. "What do you like to do? For free?"

"Have sex."

"OK..." Cas began, slightly frustrated. "You could make a career out of that. I know an escort upstairs who makes more than we do, I could talk to them for you. Will that make you happy?"

Just then, a very tall man saunted up to the bar. His skin was rich, and his extremely dark hair fell down to his chin. His eyes were light, no doubt grabbing the attention of anyone who laid their gaze on the man, and his black leather jacket shone under the colorful lights.

Dustin's jaw dropped as the thumping music faded. His attention was chained to this man until Cas snapped in front of his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Good idea, Cas." said Dustin.

The tall man got a bottle of water and just as he was about to leave, his own eyes met Dustin's. A butterfly inducing smirk kissed his lips that slowly turned into a small smile. Dustin couldn't help but smile, drunkenly at the man. The stranger pointed upward, before winking and moving toward the stairs, leaving Dustin in awe.

"Did you see that hot man?"

"How could I not? I don't think you even blinked staring at him." said Cas.

"God, I wish I would have brought my camera. He'd be a perfect model."

Just then, Cas grabbed Dustin's arm. The strength in her grip tore him away from the path the man had taken. Finally, Dustin was back to their conversation.

"Have you ever thought about going to school for photography?"

⟡

Dustin felt the man press his muscular, warm torso onto his own. He had just learned the tall, leather-jacket-man's name was Giovanni, seconds before their lips were crashing like waves onto one another. Their hungry, sloppy kisses danced as Giovanni took Dustin's cheeks in his hand, deepening their passion. Their tongues roamed as beads of sweat drew on Giovanni's forehead when the men tumbled and rolled between the soft sheets.

"I've..." Dustin breathed when Giovanni's kisses trailed down his chin. "I've never been with an escort before."

"No? But I see you in here quite often. I assumed it was for us."

Dustin shook his head.

"If I do get with someone, I usually go home with them."

"Old school." Giovanni smirked. "That is very exciting. I also assumed your beautiful friend would be joining us."

"You make a lot of assumptions, Giovanni. Did you assume that my beautiful friend is gay?" Dustin said, finally allowing his smirk to match Giovanni's.

"I suppose I did not. I did, however," Giovanni's voice dropped, as he pressed his soft, hot lips against Dustin's jaw. "Assume that you have a very... Delicious... Cock. Are you going to prove me wrong there, too?"

A loud whimper escaped Dustin's lips as Giovanni's tongue danced over the delicate skin of his neck. If he hadn't been stiff enough at that point, Giovanni's allure had only proved to make him painfully hard. His erection throbbed in his pants, pressed against the tight fabric, begging to be let free.

"Why don't we find out?" Dustin said as Giovanni unfastened Dustin's pants, pushing them down his thighs. Giovanni crawled to the end of the bed, sensually, releasing his own erection from it's cloth prison before returning on all fours. He dipped his head down to Dustin's boxer briefs, kissing and nibbling at his thighs.

The heat bubbled through the thin fabric of Dustin's underwear, causing him to release an anticipated cry. Giovanni's mouth moved closer and closer to his erection, until, finally his soft, warm lips moved down Dustin's length. Dustin did all he could to prevent his hips from bucking up but the teasing had already caused him to leak precum and his hips were on the verge of acting involuntarily.

Giovanni's tongue swirled, hot, amazing, circles around Dustin's head through the fabric as his skilled hand massaged his base.

"P-please..." Dustin begged, biting his lips as his legs twitched.

"Oh, but it is so fun to tease." Giovanni's voice was as deliciously rich as his skin.

"You cannot wait to have your stiff cock down my warm, wet throat?"

He felt Giovanni's fingers curl around the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.

"Fuck," Dustin breathed a chuckle. "You're bad, Giovanni."

Suddenly, his erection was exposed. Dustin's underwear had been pushed down his thighs to meet his pants while his hard member penetrated the cool air.