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Life's Illusions - Book Four - Chapter 6
It was Mid May, only a month and a half before Junior and Daniel were due to be wed in the grounds of Chateau de Montclair.
Daniel had been busy, he already felt like a citizen of Montclair, everywhere he went, he received praise, and it was nothing to do with his forthcoming marriage to Junior.
The praise was for his investment in Montclair's history, he'd bought Maison de Dieu, it fitted perfectly with what he needed, a headquarters for setting up his own Investment Banking Company, space for offices, residential accommodation for his large entourage of staff, and Maison de Dieu offered a beautiful setting for entertaining his most important clients.
Daniel had set aside ten million dollars in its Euro equivalent for renovations to the crumbling building, when it was completely transformed, the Maison de Dieu estate would be worth twice the amount he'd be investing in its restoration.
The architects he'd drafted in knew exactly what was expected of them, from the outside, one would see the building as it had been all those hundreds of years ago when it was first built, the ultimate statement of wealth, but inside it would impress beyond anything anyone could imagine, it would be the epitome of luxury living and working, guests would be left marvelling that it truly was rated at the absolute pinnacle of luxury, and the work was almost complete.
Daniel had brought in a landscape designer who's brief was to return the formal gardens around the house to the style that would have been seen when the house was first built, further out from the house, he wanted the land, almost twenty acres, to be left mostly to nature, apart from a few pathways.
Junior was stood facing his Poppa, who was completely and utterly stunned by what he'd just heard.
Juniors words now forced him to react.
"I said, will you speak to Uncle Jo and authorise it, or do I go it alone?".
Juan didn't understand, and his son had refused to elaborate, telling him, to please not try to intervene in his private business.
Junior had arrived at the House on Avenue Montclair in an obviously upset state, but his request to be posted by Guardian to London, had completely baffled and surprised Juan.
Junior explained, he'd identified a British company of Protection Experts, who were in trouble financially, ripe for takeover, he knew he could set up a branch of Guardian in London, something Josef and Juan had long been looking to do.
Part of what had stunned Juan was Juniors reply when he'd remarked.
"Your wedding is only a month and a half away, how will you get this done and be back in time.
Looking his Poppa directly in the face, he'd said with steely conviction.
"I won't be coming back, there will be no wedding, now will you speak to Uncle Jo,?, if I don't hear from you before noon tomorrow, I'll leave for London and set up on my own".
Junior had walked out, leaving his Poppa stunned.
Juan's conversation with Josef a few minutes later had been really difficult, Josef, as much troubled by the request as Juan, innocently asked an obvious question, and invoked a volatile response.
"What caused this, they've obviously had an argument, they're so into each other, this is totally out of character, have you spoken with Daniel?".
Juan freaked out at his brother, being almost caustic in his reply.
"Of course I tried to speak with Daniel, don't speak to me as though I'm stupid, he won't take my calls, whatever happened Junior is seeing it as unresolvable, it's major, but I think we should respect Juniors request, distance ourselves from their personal problems, now do we want to go with London, I say yes, it's been on the cards for a long time, now seems as good a time as any".
There was a pause as Josef considered what Juan had said, before he replied.
"Yes, go with it, give Junior complete autonomy on the purchase and set up, subject to our final sign off, and I'm sorry Bro, I didn't mean to upset you".
Now it was Juan's turn to cringe.
"No, I'm sorry, it's not your fault, I'm just so upset right now, I seem to be snapping at the least little thing".
As soon as the conversation with Josef ended, Juan called Junior.
"You have a green light from both of us, total autonomy, subject to our final sign off, we'll leave you to deal with everything, I'm assuming you have a business plan already worked out, can you let Jo and I have the basic costings, and what level of credit you will need as soon as possible, we'll have finance put a reserve in place for the initial spend, along with arranging your line of credit in London, do they have much in the way of current clientele?".
Juniors reply was curt, as were most of his conversations at present, but he was to the point.
"They have a seriously declining client base, the owners are old, not interested, but to be honest, what they do have is not what Guardian would want to be associated with, they run protection for some pretty shady characters, it would be my intention to terminate all but a couple of their current agreements, primarily I want their offices, they have three prime properties, right in the heart of London's financial district, initially we would only need one building, the other two could be let out to offset a portion of the initial startup costs, I'll ensure there is nothing that contractually can't be dumped, before I ask you to sign off the deal".
Juan was impressed, it seemed Junior was completely focused, but he couldn't help trying again to encourage Junior to work things out with Daniel.
"Son, I know you've already told me to mind my own business, but is there no chance that you and Daniel could sort out whatever has caused this rift?".
He heard an audible sigh from his son.
"That's not what I said Poppa, and you know it, I asked you to not become involved in my private business, all I can tell you is that I can't spend my life with someone who doesn't trust me, someone who believed me capable of something which is totally alien to the values you and Poppa Pierre gave me, however much I will always love him, it wouldn't work, now, thank you for having faith in my ability to get this done, if there's anything I get stuck on, I'll call you, other than that, I'll give you both a weekly update".
Before Junior could end the call, Juan thought of something.
"Wait, have you given any thought to where you will live in London?"
Junior replied that he hadn't, he supposed initially he'd check into a hotel, then look for an apartment.
Juan had an idea.
"Leave that with me, I'll get back to you later this evening, and at the risk of receiving another caustic response, have you told your Aunt and Uncle the wedding is off?".
Junior sighed again before replying.
"I'm really sorry Poppa, I don't mean to snap, I'm trying to be focused, and no, I haven't yet summoned up the courage to speak with Aunt Jacqueline, mainly because I know it will go something akin to the Spanish Inquisition".
Juan really felt for his son.
"Then let me deal with it, she can't grill anything out of me, I don't know what caused it, and that's just me stating the facts, don't read anything else into my comments, I love you son, I'm sad for you, sad about the news you've given me, but I'll do all I can to help ease the way for you".
Junior accepted his Poppas suggestion and they ended the call.
Immediately Juan ended his call to Junior, he told Maria that he likely wouldn't be home for dinner, and headed off to Chateau Montclair, where he expected Jacqueline would insist he stay for dinner, on the off chance she could glean a little more out of him about why Junior and Daniel had split up.
His expectations were proved correct, and despite not getting anything more from him, Jacqueline agreed, having Junior take up residence in the Kensington house was a sensible proposition.
It was early the next morning when Juan called Junior.
"I arranged with your Aunt Jacqueline that you will live in the Kensington house, she's currently beefing up its staff, the costs will be met from Guardian's accommodation budget, not your worry, now I have a question, and it is just that, don't bite my head off with your current caustic reply, are you okay going solo on this, or would you appreciate some assistance?".
For the first time in a while, Junior giggled before answering.
"I hadn't realised I was being 'Caustic', but what were you thinking?".
Juan also giggled.
"Don't worry I'm not going to descend on you, cramping your style, but I did think, Piers and Milo have done this same thing twice now, in Sydney and in Christchurch, they work really hard, it might be an opportunity for them to take a working vacation, come give you a guiding hand, no more, I promise, you have complete autonomy, but they have a wealth of experience you could draw on".
Juan held his breath, waiting for Juniors answer, when it came he actually coughed and sputtered.
"Breath Poppa, I'm not offended, I think it's a great idea, as long as it doesn't impact any plans they might have".
When he stopped coughing, Juan said.
"Leave it with me, I'll talk to them, ask them to contact you, your uncle and I are signing out, it's your show, but remember, we have a myriad of connections, don't hesitate to ask if you think we can ease a connection, grease the wheels, I love you son, it hurts me to see and hear you in pain, stop by the house before you go, I'm not the only one who needs a hug, there are several people who need reassurance you're going to be okay".
When they ended the call, Junior didn't respond, but it didn't matter, Juan knew his son was crying, and it started the tears running down his face too.
The following day, at ten in the morning, on Saturday, Junior arrived at the house on Montclair Avenue, he was met by a clearly upset Berto.
"You've always made things right for me, and I can't do anything for you, don't go, please, don't leave it like this".
Junior hugged his big brother.
"I have to go Bro, it's hurting me too much to stay, but as soon as I get everything set up, bring Maria and the boys to London, we'll have a family vacation, promise me you'll do that?".
Berto just nodded, not able to speak without crying.
Next was Maria, she engulfed him in her arms.
"If I could sort this for you, nothing would be too much trouble, I love you so much, you're the brother I never had and always wanted, you've done so much for us, it really hurts when we can't help you, we're all in bits for you, be strong, we will see you in London soon".
Then it was his nephews, and all he could do to answer their questions about why he wasn't going to marry Daniel was to say.
"I can only tell you that Daniel didn't trust me, now, Imagine Eduardo told you Carlo that it was okay to do something, would you do it?".
Carlo seemed to think for a moment then he grinned.
"Yes, I would, I trust Eduardo, if he says it's okay, it's okay".
Junior took this.
"Well Daniel told me he didn't trust me, and he's wrong, he'll understand that eventually, but I can't go back, he didn't trust me, so I have to go, I won't be far away, only a couple of hours flying time, you'll come visit me, but for now, as your commanding officer, I'm setting you both a very serious task, I want you to look after your parents, by being the best sons ever, can you do that for me?".
In unison they barked, and saluted him.
"Sir, Yes, Sir".
He replied.
"Good boys, I'll see you soon, Skype me if you need to chat".
And after an emotional goodbye with his Poppa, he was gone.
Later that evening, Juan was in tears again when Daniel turned up at Avenue Montclair, almost shouting at Juan in desperation.
"Where is he, you must know, I have to tell him I'm sorry, he won't speak to me, I can't lose him like this, I know now I was stupid, his friends called me, told me everything, he didn't know what they'd done, he's cut them off too, I love him so much, I need to make this right".
It broke Juan's heart to tell him.
"He's gone Daniel, and I can tell you where he's gone, but I fear it would do no good, it hurts me as much as it will hurt you to know, he's not coming back, I don't know what caused this, and I don't want to know, all I can tell you is that my boy left Montclair this morning with a broken heart, and I don't see a way that it could ever be mended".
Daniel didn't respond, didn't ask where Junior had gone, he simply turned around and walked back to his car, visibly sobbing.
As Junior was waiting in Nice Airport to board his commercial flight to London, he'd received a text, it was from Jono, someone he'd previously classed as one of his closest friends, not any more, which is exactly what his text reply stated.
'Jono, I used to consider you, in fact all of you, to be my closest friends, my brothers, not so anymore, after this, don't ever contact me again, your stupid prank robbed me of the person I should have been marrying, I can never forgive you for that, pass it on, as far as any of you are concerned, I'm dead'.
Juniors team, his stag mates, were the ones who'd arranged for the photo with a teenager about to sink his lips down on Juniors erect cock, to be sent to Junior as a prank, what they couldn't have known was that Junior was showering when the message arrived, Daniel picked up Juniors cell phone, he saw the photo and went into a rage, he didn't stop to ask questions, he stormed into the bathroom, ripped open the shower cubicle door, and threw the phone at a clearly startled Junior, shouting.
"How could you, you can't be faithful and we're not even married yet, I hate you, I hope whatever else you and he got up to was worth it, I'm leaving".
By the time Junior collected his wits, grabbed up the phone and saw the photo, Daniel was gone, out of the cottage.
Junior was left staring in shock at the photo on his phone.
What wasn't represented in the photo was the fact that Junior had been unconscious, he'd passed out and been carried back to the hotel by his pals, where they'd arranged for a young boy prostitute to pretend an unconscious Junior was a willing participant.
He knew where Daniel would go, to Maison de Dieu, he'd dressed, jumped into his car and driven the short distance up to the mansion, but he found the door locked, after knocking and ringing the bell for several minutes, Daniel appeared above him on the first floor where a balcony ran all around the building, shouting down.
"Don't bother apologising, I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to marry you either, you disgust me, now get off my property".
Junior was stunned, and saddened, but what he replied, with conviction, really did bring their relationship to an end.
"It's not true, you should know that, how could you believe I would do something like that, but I agree, we shouldn't get married, I love you Daniel, I always will, but I can't spend my life with someone who doesn't trust me".
He turned and walked back to his car, and without looking back, he drove away.
Neither had made any move to try and repair the rift, both believing they held the moral high ground.
That had been four days before Junior surprised his Poppa with a request to be despatched to London.
Following Juniors text reply to his former friends, the one who'd received the text, Jono, rang Daniel, explaining everything, apologising, and that had been the point where Daniel realised what he'd done, rushing first to the cottage, then to Juan's house on Avenue Montclair, only to be told Junior had gone, and he wasn't coming back.
Daniel travelled back to New York a few days later, he'd spent his days cursing his stupidity, walking around the beautiful property he'd created, unsure now if he wanted to continue with his plans for Maison de Dieu.
Juniors friends had called him again, anxious, because Junior wouldn't respond to them, Daniel had explained through tears, it was over, Junior had gone to London, and he'd returned to New York, that's when they started planning.
Four weeks after arriving in London, Junior was sitting at a board room table, facing two elderly men, his legal team of three were sat either side of him, he was listening to one of the men facing him say.
"Our offer is take it or leave it, there are other interested parties out there, so you need to make up your mind my boy, are you serious about wanting this business?".
Juniors expression gave nothing away, and his stare was beginning to unnerve the elderly men sitting opposite him.
When he spoke, it was with a steely conviction.
"Your offer is a piss take, I believe that is a UK expression you will understand, there will be no other, 'interested parties out there', as you put it, because all parties now know, Guardian is setting up in London, whether it's in this building or elsewhere, if there were any, 'interested parties', they will understand, Guardian is the best, all that would be left for other, 'interested parties', to pick over, would be the shit, the sort of crap you currently deal with, and I'm not, 'your boy', I hope I make myself clear".
The two old gentlemen were almost chocking with rage as one answered.
"If our contracts are so crap, why do you want them, you must think we're fools".
Junior was getting to the end of his patience, his reply reflected that point.
"I don't think you're fools, I think you're a pair of canny old bastards who think I'm a pushover, well you have exactly fifteen more minutes to get your act together, because when the hands on that clock reach the hour, we are gone, if we get to that juncture, Guardian will set up in direct competition to you, no interested parties will come within a mile of you, and I'll make it my personal mission to take away the few lucrative, above board contracts you presently rely on, the rest of the shit is so dubious and shady, we wouldn't touch it anyway, so there you have it, that's wasted a further three minutes, I'm going outside for a cigarette, if the pair of you possess even half a brain each, it's time to put them together, because then maybe you'll understand, it's time to stop fucking me around, ten minutes left, your decision".
Juan stood, as did his legal team, and they left the room.
Outside as Junior lit a cigarette, he noticed one of his team, a young guy, maybe nineteen, perhaps twenty at the most, by the name of Stuart, looking longingly at his cigarette.
"Do you want one Stu?".
Stuart, glanced almost furtively from Junior to his boss, who looked back disapprovingly, before shaking his head and saying.
"Thanks, but I'd better not".
Junior almost laughed, replying.
"I'm paying the bill, so you better had, I insist".
And as Stuart reached out for the offered packet, Junior added with a glint in his eyes.
"I like a nice fag (British term for a cigarette, as well as the other obvious inference) how about you?".
The double meaning was not lost on Stuart, causing him to nod and blush furiously, as he took a cigarette from Junior.
At exactly three minutes to the hour, Junior walked back into the board room, he'd already briefed his team, there would be no further dialogue, they would simply use the few minutes remaining to gather together the files they had laid out on the table.
As they were going through the motions of gathering their papers, Juniors plan came to fruition, one of the men opposite said.
"What are you doing, you haven't heard our decision.
Junior looked directly toward him saying.
"Well you have about ninety seconds before I walk out of the door, and believe me, I won't be back, make that sixty seconds now".
The old man almost blurted out.
"We accept your offer".
Junior continued gathering his papers, but he did look up, saying.
"At last, and tentatively, I agree that Guardian will purchase your business, I'm going to leave two of my trusted team here, they will sketch out the purchase documents, I expect a speedy conclusion, my Poppa and Uncle will arrive in seven days, if everything is in order, they will sign off the acquisition.
Turning to Stuart's boss, Junior said.
"If you could manage without Stuart, I could do with some help getting this pile of stuff back to my home".
It was received by Stu's boss in exactly the way it had been intended, roughly translated as, 'get on with it, I'm taking Stu back to my house to fuck him senseless'.
As they left the building, Junior put his arm on Stu's shoulder, saying.
"I'm taking you back to my home in Kensington, you okay with that?".
Struggling with the mass of paper files, Stu just nodded, hoping the erection he was sporting wasn't visible to everyone they passed on the way to the car.
Stu was a virgin, he'd had fumbles, gropes, even sucked a guys cock, and been sucked off several times, but that was the extent of his experience, he didn't know where this was going, he just knew he only had to look at the man walking in front of him and his cock stood at attention.
In the back of the limousine taking them to Juniors home, turning to Stu, Junior put his hand on Stu's thigh, feeling the firm muscles of an athlete.
"What sports do you play?, because you didn't get a body this firm by slouching".
Stu almost came in his pants when Juniors hand rested on his thigh, then slid slowly, agonisingly slowly, toward his crotch, but he squeaked an answer.
"Rugby sir, I play Rugby".
Juniors reply came at exactly the same time his hand reached, and groped Stu's cock.
"That explains the butt, full and round, definitely fuckable, and I'm going to fuck it, any objections, stop me, I don't do anything, except with complete agreement, do you understand?, all you have to say is no, it will never be known about by anyone else, and it changes nothing between us, this has nothing to do with your job, this is me, just a guy, wanting to have sex with a beautiful young man".
In response, Stu reached out to grope Junior, his act of agreement, he was terrified, and excited, he was about to get fucked, and that thought alone did it, took him to a huge shuddering climax into his pants, which soaked through to Juniors hand, then it all became too much, he passed out.
Stu came round in a massive bed, struggling to understand where he was, and then realisation struck, he was naked under the covers, and he remembered, just as the door opened and Junior walked in, wearing nothing but a pair of white clinging boxer shorts, which bulged obscenely.
Junior was smiling.
"Welcome back, I'm guessing that's the first time you've got that heavy with a guy".
Stu blushed, and nodded, as Junior went on.
"You've never been to bed with another guy, never fucked, or been fucked?".
Again Stu blushed as he shook his head.
Junior hopped onto the bed, pulling him into a hug.
"I'm sorry, I assumed someone with a body like yours had experience, I thought you would have been hit on plenty of times, if I'd known you were a virgin, I would have been more cautious, I shouldn't have done what I did, now relax, let's get you back to where you are okay and I'll send you home in a cab".
To Junior it seemed like a sensible thing to do, but the look on Stu's face told him it was not what Stu wanted, and his reply, almost a plea, made that plain.
"You said you were going to fuck me".
Junior tried to explain, in reality, he'd never had sex with a virgin, every guy he'd ever fucked was a veteran in terms of taking a cock, he didn't want to hurt someone who hadn't done it before.
Stu's plea, touched a nerve.
"Please, I trust you".
And there it was, his faith restored, someone trusted him, this boy, probably ten years younger than him, trusted him, he lifted the covers and slid in beside the naked boy.
"Okay tiger, but you have complete control, anytime you don't feel comfortable, anytime you want to stop, you just have to say stop, I could hurt you, I don't want to do that, but I might not understand I'm hurting you, so you have to tell me, very clearly, do you understand?".
The reply was a raspy 'yes sir', as the boy realised, his fantasy was about to become reality, in truth he almost had another orgasm.
For Junior, it was a high he'd never experienced, a virgin boy, begging to be taken, in truth he didn't know how to approach the situation, he'd never been in this situation before, he was used to identifying a willing bottom and plowing it, no preamble, a bit of smooch, pants down and slam it in, careful, gentle, those things set alarm bells ringing in his head, what if he got carried away, didn't hear the protests, but reality set in, he would, could, do this, the boy was asking for a teacher, trusting him".
And so for over two hours, Junior took the boy to places he'd never imagined possible, it had been more than an hour before Junior stopped alternating between his tongue and his fingers in the gasping boys hole, he replaced it with his nine inch cock, sliding it in slowly, at first only an inch or so into that hot tight sleeve, and then it went to another level, Junior couldn't believe how incredible it felt, his cock was being gripped, massaged, and Stu was begging, fuck me, harder, deeper.
From the moment Junior sank his cock fully into the willing boy, it was only a matter of minutes until the boy came, spraying his sticky juices between their bodies, just as Junior emptied his nuts deep inside the boys rectum.
They lay gripping each other, gasping and sated, then drifted off into sleep, still connected.
Next morning, Stuart was surprised to be woken by a middle aged man drawing back the drapes.
"Good morning sir, there is tea, coffee, and orange juice laid out for you, if there's anything else you need, ring down to the kitchen, it's extension three, and if you would be so good as to ask the master to let the staff know what time you would like breakfast, I'll leave you too enjoy your weekend morning, it's good to see the master relaxed"
From under the covers next to Stu came a gruff voice, which made them both smile.
"Stop wittering Bates, go away, polish some silver or something, just stop wittering old man".
Bates made his way out of the massive suite.
Stu made to get out of the enormous bed, intending to get a cup of tea, but he was dragged forcibly back down under the covers.
"Where do you think you're going, I'm hungry".
Stu almost squeaked his reply.
"Mr Bates said to let him know when you wanted breakfast, should I ring the kitchen for you".
Juniors voice was gravely, guttural, it send a shiver through Stu, and predictably, his cock shot up.
"I have exactly what I want to eat right here, and when I've finished eating, I'm going to fill it with cream".
It was over an hour before a very shaky Stu, wobbling on very unsteady legs, got to enjoy a cup of tea, for the previous hour he hadn't even thought about tea, he'd been to preoccupied, experiencing the mounting wave of a fast approaching cataclysmic orgasm.
Through his euphoric fog he heard.
"My Uncles are arriving from Sydney today".
Stu was shocked back to reality, he stuttered.
"I'm sorry, I'll get out of your way".
He started to dress, intending to leave as quickly as possible, when he was captured in two massive muscular arms and pulled down onto a sofa.
"You are not in my way, you could never be in my way, I want you to spend the day, meet my Uncles, they'll love you, now get that cute little bubble butt into the shower, before I drag you back into my bed and soddomise you all over again".
Stu had to admit, as much as he was tempted, his ass was actually sore and aching, it needed a rest, so he trotted dutifully off to the shower, where Junior washed him, knelt before him, and sucked him to another mind blowing orgasm.
Junior had insisted, Stu was given the order, find anything you like from my wardrobe, and he had, surprised that they were so alike in size, because he felt small in comparison to Junior.
Piers and Milo exited the FBO office custom suite, entering the lounge they found Junior waiting, with a clearly nervous Stuart.
Piers flung himself at Junior.
"You get more disgustingly handsome every time I see you, if I weren't so madly in love with Milo, I'd jump your bones, but alas, you'll never have that pleasure, we were so happy to get the call, but be very clear, we are only here to help if you want and need it, it's your show, don't be afraid to ask for advice, God knows we would have been grateful for it, now, who's this terrified looking young man?".
Junior broke away from Piers, grabbing Stuart he said, this is the man who restored my faith in myself, Stuart meet my Uncles, Piers and Milo, who, apart from my own Poppas, are the soppiest couple I have ever known".
TBC Allan
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