Timothée's Promise

By Angel J

Published on May 25, 2024

Gay

Timothée's Promise Chapter 1

Timothée's Promise

This story is for mature readers only, dealing with all lifestyles.

The lifestyles of the celebrities mentioned herein are all fictitious and only fantasy, not reality.

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Chapter 1

Lunch Regrets

The late morning sunshine was beaming through the restaurant's front windows, the day still holding tight to the early December's chill.

December in London was cool, no snow yet covering the streets.

Kolby Wentworth sighed, cleaning off the vacated booth near the front windows, the last breakfast customers leaving him a very generous tip.

He'd been a waiter here for the last two years, handling most of the various jobs and ordeals throughout the restaurant.

Stephan Beauchamp walked up to him, Kolby smiling at his co-worker and the restaurant's maître d.

At twenty-nine Stephan was a handsome, blond-haired adonis.

Kolby himself was strikingly slim and muscular, albeit ten years Stephan's junior.

The two were dressed in identical black dress pants, a black and gray checked vest and a gleaming white shirt finishing their uniforms, both wearing dark gray bow ties.

"The Commandant wants the place clean for the afternoon rush. Apparently, some big muckety muck has made a last-minute reservation and he's all in a tither." The young man smiled, Kolby smiling back at him.

He and Kolby had hit it off the first day Kolby had started working here, Stephan a veteran at ten years.

"I've got it damn near sparkling. Tell the dictator to calm down." Kolby said, Stephan chuckling.

"Don't let Carson hear you call him that. He's just looking for a reason to toss you out." Stephan said, looking at the younger man with concern.

Kolby and the new manager hadn't seen eye-to-eye since the older man had walked into the restaurant a year ago.

"I do my work; he can't fault me for that. I'm the best waiter he has." he said, Stephan nodding, his hand going to Kolby's shoulder.

"The Red Lion's been booming more since you started. We're drawing all the regulars in. He should know that we both drive this place's success."

"Maybe we need to wear athletic shirts and shorts, that'll draw more." Kolby smiled, Stephan laughing.

"Maybe you will, but I'm just average. And besides, no one needs to see your gimpy metal leg." Stephan smiled, Kolby blushing, looking away.

"Sorry, Kobe. Didn't mean to make fun of it." Stephan said, Kolby's green pools meeting his blue.

"That's okay, Steph. I can take your jokes. There's no meanness behind them." he said, Stephan nodding, patting his shoulder.

"You're faster on that leg than any guy I know. Doesn't slow you down at all." he smiled, Kolby seeing his friendship in his eyes.

"And you're not at all average. You're a good-looking young stud."  Kolby smiled, Stephan cocking an eyebrow.

"Flirting with me again? Sorry mate, Olivia's got me chained." he smiled, Kolby laughing.

"Variety's the spice of life you know."

"Nah, that variety is all yours." Stephan smiled, the two open in their friendship and truths.

"I best do a double glance over everything. Don't want the Commandant pawing me again." Kolby said, looking around.

"Don't worry too much, Kobe. That letch won't try anything on you. I've gathered the juice on Commandant Carson. I've found some interesting things. Surprising what a computer coughs up when you have the right password. I just need to have a chat with Mr. Struthers." Stephan said, looking around, Kolby looking at him.

"Meaning what?" Kolby asked, their conversation interrupted by a new voice.

"Wentworth! Is that table finished yet?!" A loud voice said behind them, Kolby turning and staring at the restaurant's manager.

Joseph Carson was a middle-aged, military styled, authoritarian restaurant manager.

"They're all spotless, as I always leave them." Kolby said, Carson glaring at him.

"No smart remarks, Wentworth. Let me be the judge of your work." he said, his eyes scanning the four main booths in front of the windows.

"You missed a spot." he said, walking up to the largest booth, glancing over the deep teak tabletop.

"It's spotless, Carson." Kolby softly said, folding his arms, staring at the man.

"It's Mr. Carson, Wentworth. You'll address me as I've told you during working hours." Carson said, Kolby seeing Stephan's concerned, pleading face.

"Sorry, Mr. Carson." he said sarcastically, Carson glancing between the two young men.

"The place is slow now but that doesn't give you reason to disrespect me. The afternoon rush will start soon, and we've got guests of great importance coming for lunch. Mr. Struthers called personally to reserve our finest table for them. Clean that smudge in the left corner up on this booth. This will be for those important guests. I want it spotless." Carson said, the man moving past Kolby, lightly grazing him on the left butt cheek.

Kolby glared after him, Stephan shaking his head.

"Leave him be, Kobe. The man's a skulking perv." he said, Kolby nodding.

"He touches me like that again and he'll be a sulking perv with missing teeth." 

Stephan lightly laughed, Kolby smiling at him.

"You gangsta you!" he said, lightly punching Kolby's left arm.

"Don't let him get under your skin. I'm going to see if I can find out who's coming. Then I'll be back for the rush. And that table is indeed spotless. Good job, as always." he smiled, Kolby nodding, the young man sighing again, looking out the front windows.

His hand went to his left side, lightly tapping the metal apparatus he felt there.

Kolby Wentworth was a surprising young man of various talents, some known, some hidden.

He'd known since he was twelve that he was gay, having had his first boyfriend at fourteen.

But tragedy had struck his family, his life turned upside down in the cruelest way.

The last four years had been hard, lonely and difficult.

But his willingness to survive kept him going.

His resolve to continue living unshattered.

His greatest strength was his determination to live life.

This job was a godsend in many ways, making him more outgoing and self reliant.

Life so far had been hard, but his soul continued its path, his courage leading the way.

Twenty minutes later he walked out of the restaurant's kitchen, two plates of steaming rice and chicken skewers in his hands.

He set them down at a table just off the kitchen, two women smiling at him with desirous looks, he softly smiling at both.

At nineteen Kolby was a handsome, slim, muscular young man, his curly black hair and green eyes making a lot of customers return often, just to witness his smiling handsome face and kind demeanor.

Stephan had been right; Kolby was a drawing fixture for the restaurant.

He saw Stephan waving him over at the front door, Kolby walking up to him, seeing a soft look of gleeful joy in his blue eyes.

"I found out! I found out who's coming!" he said, standing at the maître d's station.

"Okay, calm down, Steph. Who's got you in a tizzy?"  Kolby smiled, Stephan looking around.

"It's Harry Styles! The British singer! His songs are some of my favorites!" Stephan grinned, two new customers walking into the restaurant, Kolby bowing to them both, Stephan smiling at them, composing himself.

"Mr. and Mrs. Devers. A pleasure to see you again." Stephan smiled, looking at Kolby.

"Kolby will show you to your usual table." he said, Kolby smiling at the couple, Mrs. Devers smiled widely at the two handsome young men.

"This way, please." Kolby said, picking up two menus, the two following him, Stephan checking his reservation book, checking them off.

Kolby returned a few minutes later giving Stephan a thumbs up, heading to the bar area to get the couple their requested drinks before lunch.

The next hour Kolby continued serving people, cleaning up after they left, making the restaurant run smoothly, two other waiters moving about.

Carson came out a couple of times, scanning the restaurant, glancing at Stephan and the other waiters, everyone seated around the restaurant.

Carson walked up to Kolby, as the young man moved from a table with three men, just having brought them their drinks.

"The minute our important guests arrive I want to be summoned immediately, Wentworth." Carson said.

"All of our guests are important, sir." Kolby said, the manager leering at him.

"I'll deem who's important." Carson said, walking back into the kitchen.

Kolby shook his head, celebrity status not on his mind.

But he knew Carson would be fawning over them like a prima donna.

He knew who Harry Styles was, the singer rocking the charts across the UK and America.

He never thought of that glamorous lifestyle, content with his own comfortable existence, his small cozy flat which he shared with his roommate Nancy.

He smiled, thinking of her, looking towards a small group of people walking into the restaurant, Stephan straightening and smiling widely.

"Good afternoon Mr. Styles! We've been waiting for your arrival. Please follow me to the best table in the house." Stephan smiled, grabbing four menus, his eyes widening with surprise at the other people standing behind Harry Styles.

Four people followed Stephan, the man leading them to the large booth at the front windows.

Kolby's eyes followed the group, his green eyes fixed on one of the four, lost in his own thoughts.

"My God, he's so attractive." he softly thought, the young man feeling a softening heat across his face.

Kolby walked through the kitchen doorway, alerting Mr. Carson, then picking up the Devers' meal orders.

The manager rushed out, smoothing his finely pressed suit, walking towards the booth, Stephan smiling at the four, his blue eyes on an attractive woman seated between two younger looking men.

"It's an honor to have you in our humble establishment, Mr. Styles, gentlemen and dear lady. My name is Joseph Carson, I am the manager. Welcome to The Red Lion." Carson said, bowing to the four, Stephan reluctantly returned to the front door when Carson gave him a sideways glare.

Kolby remained by the kitchen doorway, talking to the two women at the nearby table, both smiling at him, gazing towards the front table.

The restaurant was busy, most tables full, a lot of eyes on the table of famous faces.

"Thank you, governor!" Shawn Mendes smiled, he was sitting beside Harry Styles, Harry and him staring at the manager.

"Nice place. Henry Struthers said it was one of the best in West London." Harry said, the young singer perusing the menu in front of him, Carson smiling widely.

"I run a clean, quiet, respectful establishment, Mr. Styles. You'll have the utmost privacy during your meal. And our cuisine is some of the finest in London." Carson said, professionalism in his voice, the man snapping his fingers together.

"Wentworth, come here! Our guests need refreshments." he summoned Kolby, the young man straightening his stature, walking over to his boss and the famous guests.

"If anything's amiss, please don't hesitate to ask for me. Wentworth will see to your needs for now." Carson smiled, bowing again, Kolby now standing beside him.

"Good afternoon, everyone. May I fetch everyone a beverage before you dine on our exceptional food?" Kolby said, Carson smiled, hearing the young man's professionalism, the manager walking slowly away, back into the kitchen.

Kolby turned, staring at the young woman seated on Shawn's other side.

"What may I get for you, Miss Jenner? What can we tempt you with?" Kolby smiled, Kylie Jenner smiling at him, staring at his slim good looks.

"I'd love a Banana Daiquiri." She said, Kolby smiling at her again.

"Excellent choice, miss."

"I know what I could be tempted with." Shawn smirked, staring directly now at Kolby.

Kolby ignored his comment, focusing on Harry.

"Mr. Styles? What may I get for you?" Kolby asked, the singer looking at Shawn, then staring at Kolby.

"I want a whisky, neat. Make it the best you've got." he said, Kolby nodding, seeing a soft look of leering arrogance in the handsome man's eyes.

"And yourself, Mr. Mendes?"

"Yes, I'd like a draft. Do you have any Canadian ales?" Shawn Mendes said, staring at the young man, his dark brown eyes scanning the young man's slim muscular stature.

"Yes, sir. We have Labatt's Blue on draft. A glass or a pitcher?" Kolby smiled at the Canadian singer.

"A glass for now. I'm sure I'll be thirsty for something." Shawn smiled, staring at him, a soft smirk on his handsome face.

Kolby nodded, focusing on the last person seated at the table on Kylie's left side.

"And what would you care for, Mr. Chalamet?" Kolby smiled, staring into two vibrant green pools, a handsome youthful face staring back at him.

Kolby took in Timothée Chalamet's handsome face, soft dark brown curls hanging over his dark eyebrows.

"I'll just have iced tea, thank you." Timothée smiled, Kolby nodding his head.

"We have the finest iced tea in town, sir. Freshly made each morning with British Earl Grey tea. I'll bring you a large glass." Kolby smiled, bowing to the four, the young man heading towards the bar, two eyes following him.

"That was lewd, Shawn. You were basically devouring him with your eyes." Kylie said, the four now alone at their table.

"He's cute, and did you take a glance at that bubble butt? I can always go for a snack." Shawn said, chuckling.

Timothée's green pools met his dark brown, Shawn smiling at him.

"Present bubble butts excluded." he smirked, Timothée shaking his head, looking at Harry now.

"Your friend needs to calm down, Harry." he said, Harry smiling.

"Shawn's being Shawn. Disregard his horniness. I'll cool that later." Harry said, Shawn winking at him.

Kylie and Timothée both knew Harry and Shawn were presently an item, Kylie having been friends with Harry for a couple of years.

Kylie had known both separately, introducing both to Timothée.

Both had privately made suggestive advances on Timothée, the young actor politely shutting both down.

They were casual friends, although Timothée didn't know both of them were still wanting more.

And the two in turn didn't know that Timothée had fought hard against their advances.

Timothée had his own secrets, his career foremost on his mind for now.

"All I know is that boy is delish. Unfortunately, he's not famous enough for me." Shawn said, smiling at Harry, then looking at Timothée.

Harry shook his head now, his hand finding Shawn's leg under the table, lightly pinching it.

Shawn jumped a bit, the two glaring at each other.

"So, what's on the agenda for today? I'm bored of sightseeing. I've seen most of it before." Harry said, changing the subject, Shawn smirking.

"Well, what's wrong with taking in all the eye candy? I love that sightseeing." Shawn said, Kylie laughing, Timothée remaining quiet.

"I want to see Buckingham Palace. I need to see where royalty lives." Kylie smiled.

The group began chatting about what they'd already seen.

Kolby returned a few minutes later with their drinks on a tray, setting each one down in front of each person.

"Thank you. Sorry, I've forgotten your name." Timothée smiled, looking at the ice filled glass of iced tea, Kolby smiling at him.

"It's Kolby, sir." Kolby said, staring into his green pools, Timothée smiling.

"I thought the manager said your name was Wentworth?" Harry said, closing his menu.

"That's my last name, sir. The manager calls us all by our last names. It's just his upbringing. I like to be more informal myself. People need to feel comfortable in their surroundings. I like putting people at ease, it makes the meal more enjoyable."

"That's a refreshing attitude, Kolby." Timothée said, the young waiter nodding with a smile, looking around the table.

Timothée sensed the man was being genuine in his attitude and calmness.

"Please take your time perusing the menu. I'll return shortly to take your meal requests." Kolby smiled at all four, the young man walking over to Stephan's station.

The four went back to talking, a different set of eyes following the young man now.

Kolby smiled at Stephan, the young man looking up from his reservation book.

"How is the world of fame?" Stephan smiled, looking towards the large booth.

"A couple of egos, but all in all, not bad." Kolby softly said, Stephan lightly slapping his shoulder.

"So, which of the three is your fantasy? Bloody hell, that Kylie's going to be in my dreams tonight." Stephan grinned, Kolby staring towards the table, focusing on only one of the four.

"I don't live in fantasy, Steph, you know that. Life's too real for that." he said, Stephan nodding, looking at the table again.

"Well, if I was gay, I'd be all over that Shawn Mendes. He's got an amazing body from the photos I've seen." The young maître d smiled, Kolby softly chuckling.

"Perv!" he winked, Stephan lightly laughing, slapping Kolby's butt discreetly.

Kolby laughed, his green eyes on one handsome face, turning in another direction, heading towards the Devers' table.

A few minutes later Kolby returned to the large booth, smiling at everyone.

"I see you've finished perusing our menu. Does anything intrigue you?" Kolby asked, Timothée smiling at his calming voice and tone.

It was soft but quite eloquently spoken.

"I'd love the shrimp salad and a plate of escargot." Kylie smiled, Kolby nodding and taking her menu from her.

"I'll have the seared salmon plate with a Caesar salad." Timothée smiled, handing his menu to Kolby.

`We're in Britain, I want fish and chips." Shawn said, leering again at Kolby, the young waiter taking the menu from him, their fingers touching, Shawn smiling more.

"And yourself, Mr. Styles?" Kolby said, focusing on Harry.

"I want a plate of spaghetti Bolognese. And make sure there's lots of garlic on it. If not, I'll send it back. Make certain of it." Harry said, tossing the menu on the table, Kolby nodding, picking the last menu up.

"Certainly, sir. Your meals will be to your utmost satisfaction. All excellent choices." Kolby bowed with a smile, Harry looking at him.

"And bring us another round of these drinks. Mine wasn't large enough." Harry said, Kolby nodding.

"Certainly, Mr. Styles." he bowed again, Timothée looking after the young man as he walked towards the kitchen doorway.

"That was a little rude, Harry. The boy's only doing his job. I think he's handling Shawn's leeriness well. I think you both need to relax a bit." Kylie said, Timothée nodding.

"I'm not kissing you this aft if you're loaded with garlic." Shawn said, Harry smirking at him.

"Don't worry, I'll put your mouth to other uses."

Shawn laughed, blowing a discreet kiss at Harry.

Harry looked at Kylie and Timothée.

"Relax, guys. I'm just having some fun with the waiter. You know Shawn and I are just having our own fun. The more he flirts the greater his desires will be later." Harry said, Shawn smiling at him.

"I'll show just how much I can flirt." he smiled, his hand now going under the table, Harry's eyes widening a bit.

Kylie rolled her eyes, looking at Timothée.

Timothée kept his own thoughts to himself, Kylie's hand going in his own on top of the table.

Timothée inwardly sighed, looking at her.

The two had been dating for over a year, but Timothée knew the spark had long faded.

It had become more an agreement with their manager teams, no longer an actual real romance.

Sure, they glammed it up for the photos, kissing and snuggling, the photos from the Golden Globes a perfect example.

But away from that, Timothée felt the romance had been lost.

For Kylie it was all about the image.

A handsome actor on her arm, the two the glitzy couple of the moment.

Timothée didn't hate her for that, she was a nice young woman.

The sex at the start had been somewhat wonderful, that also long gone to the wayside.

The two had come to an arrangement, together only now for friendship and to further both their careers.

Timothée believed even that wouldn't last.

Right now, Timothée needed more than his career.

Lately he'd been feeling alone, lost in a sea of glamorous–at most times boring–fame.

He looked over at Harry and Shawn, the two chatting.

Too many people wanted him, and not for what he wanted.

What he desired was just to be grounded, wrapped in something he'd perhaps never known.

True love and togetherness.

He looked up, Kolby walking towards their table with another tray of drinks.

Timothée smiled, welcoming his intrusion.

Kolby smiled, setting the tray down on the table, placing the new glasses beside his guests, Kylie and Timothée saying thank you.

Kolby smiled, picking up the empty glasses and placing them on the empty tray.

Shawn handed him his empty drink glass, his finger rubbing against Kolby's fingers.

"Thank you, Kolby. Your smile is so intoxicating. You're one handsome young stud." Shawn smiled his own intoxicating smile.

Kolby softly blushed, Harry staring at Shawn, then glaring at Kolby.

"I'll return shortly with your lunch fare." he bowed, picking up the tray of empty glasses.

He smiled around at everyone, moving towards the kitchen.

He failed to see an outstretched foot move in front of him, the young man's ankle catching it, falling forward, the tray of glasses sailing in the air, crashing down to the floor, Kolby falling on his stomach.

Timothée was out of his seat in a moment, staring at a smiling Harry, the singer wiggling his eyebrows, his foot moving back under the table.

Timothée moved towards the young man, stopping, Stephan already at Kolby's side, helping the young waiter slowly gain his feet.

Timothée glanced at Kolby's black pants, the left leg having risen upwards, a silver metallic rod showing, Timothée looking surprised.

Kolby was momentarily off balance, a shout bringing his focus back.

"God damn it, Wentworth! You clumsy idiot! Clean up this mess! And get back into the kitchen!" Mr. Carson said, rushing over to the large table.

Kolby stared after him, Stephan already picking up broken glass, Kolby going to his knees again helping his friend clean up the mess.

"My deepest apologies, gentlemen and dear lady! This never happens. Please don't take offense for one little mishap. Your meals will be complimentary, no remuneration required!" Carson said, fawning over the four at the table, Timothée looking at him, the young actor still standing by the table.

"It wasn't his fault. He caught his leg on my friend's outstretched foot." Timothée said, glaring at Harry.

"What are you talking about, Timothée? I wasn't anywhere near the edge of the table. That young man's been bumbling around all afternoon. He almost spilled a drink on me earlier." Harry said, smirking at Timothée, Shawn and Kylie looking at Harry with confusion.

"No worries, Mr. Styles! I was not accusing you or your guests of any impropriety. I'll deal with Wentworth immediately! Please relax and I'll make sure your meals are dealt with in a more professional manner." Carson said, continuing his fawning.

Harry nodded with a smile, Timothée staring at him, looking towards Kolby.

The young waiter and the maître de were on their feet again, the mess cleared up, Kolby holding the tray of broken glass in his hands.

He lowered his own green eyes when he saw the other two green staring at him.

"Phillips will return with your meals shortly. Excuse us." Carson said, walking over to the two young men, Stephan about to speak up for Kolby, Carson waving his hand.

"Back to your place, Beauchamp. Wentworth, follow me." Carson said, walking towards the kitchen.

"Looks like this is it, Steph." Kolby softly said, his friend staring at him with concern.

"I'm sorry, Kobe. That was in no way your fault." he said, glaring towards Harry Styles, Kolby nodding, glancing towards the large table also, avoiding Timothée's still staring eyes, the actor now back in his seat.

Kolby adjusted his pants, feeling a soft tremble in his left side, turning and softly limping towards the kitchen.

Timothée's eyes met Stephan's as he walked past their table, the young man lowering his angry own eyes, walking back to his front door station.

Kolby walked into the kitchen, Carson staring at him, his arms folded.

"Into my office now!" He said, the two chefs and two kitchen staff looking at each other.

Kolby moved, walking into Carson's office, the man following, closing the door behind him.

"I've had enough of your stupidity, Wentworth. You may have caused us a bad review with that stunt!" he said, his voice focused and harsh.

"That wasn't my..."

"I don't want to hear it, Wentworth!"

Kolby stared at Carson, the manager staring at him with a soft smirk on his face.

"You can't reprimand me for something that's not my fault. That arrogant singer out there tripped me! On purpose!" Kolby said, standing up for himself.

"I don't care whose fault it was. And that's our guest. The customer is always right!" Carson said, walking up to him.

"I've given you every chance to be accommodating to me as your boss. You don't seem to understand the rules here." he said, his hand going to Kolby's shoulder, kneading it, Kolby flinching.

"Please take your hand off me!" Kolby said with seriousness, having had enough of the man's advances.

"You're easy to replace, Wentworth. There are a dozen pretty boys out there who can take your place and be more accommodating. I think it's time you ceded to my authority." he said, squeezing Kolby's shoulder again, his hand then sliding down his back to his ass cheek, squeezing the round cheek.

"I said get your hands off me now, letch!" Kolby said, glaring at the man, pushing him backwards, the man seeing deep anger now in his green intense pools.

"You're fired, Wentworth! You're done! Get your jacket and get out of here! Leave the vest and bow tie, that's our property. I'm firing you on the spot! You won't see another penny from us. Those broken glasses are coming out of your last salary." Carson said, nervously backing further up, the man edging towards the office door.

Kolby took off the vest he was wearing, tossing it to the floor, along with the bow tie, heading out of the office, bypassing Carson, walking over to the row of lockers at the far end of the kitchen, Carson following him.

"You're done, Wentworth. I'll black ball you to every restaurant all over this city." Carson smirked, walking out of the kitchen.

Kolby banged his fist against his locker, opening it and pulling out his leather jacket, putting it on.

He moved to leave, his eyes catching the dishes laying under the heat lamps on the table.

Kolby moved, picking up a plate, and a steel canister off the shelf above the table, the young man walking out of the kitchen, the kitchen staff staring at him with silent shock.

Harry was laughing, Shawn joining him; Kylie and Timothée remained quiet, looking at each other.

Timothée's eyes moved, seeing someone heading towards them.

"Your meals will be here shortly." Carson smiled, bowing, then walking towards Stephan.

The four looked at each other, Timothée seeing someone else approaching them.

Kolby stopped at their table, a large plate in his hand, a steel canister in his other hand.

Stephan and Carson were standing at Stephan's station, Stephan's eyes widening, sensing what was about to happen, Carson oblivious to it, his eyes moving towards the table.

"You're lunch, Mr. Styles." Kolby said, dumping the plate of spaghetti Bolognese into Harry's lap, then opening the steel canister and pouring the garlic powder all over Harry's head, smiling at him.

"With extra garlic, just as you ordered!" Kolby said, tossing the empty canister on the table beside the now empty plate, his green eyes meeting Timothée's shocked green for a moment, Kylie and Shawn looking flabbergasted.

Harry was in shock, gasping as the hot wet spaghetti in his soaked lap began to seep into his pants, the man trying to stand up.

Shawn looked stunned, shrinking away from Harry's mess.

"Bon Appetit! And fuck you!" The young man said, walking away from the table, Carson screaming, heading for the large table, Stephan's now smiling face meeting Kolby's tearing eyes.

He gave him a discreet thumbs up, Kolby softly limping out the front doorway.

"What the fuck!" Harry screamed, trying to move the spaghetti off his lap, Carson and Shawn handing him napkins.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Styles! My greatest apologies! I've already fired that imbecile! I'll have him arrested!" Carson said, dabbing Harry's crotch, trying to help him clean up.

"You fired him?!" Timothée said, the manager nodding at the young actor.

"He's finished! I won't put up with his arrogance anymore! I'll see him banned from every restaurant in the city!" Carson said, Timothée looking towards Stephan, the young man shaking his head in brewing anger.

Timothée looked at Kylie, she quietly stared at him.

"Excuse me." he said, the young actor rising out of his seat, grabbing his jacket, walking towards the front door.

Stephan glanced at him, showing a sympathetic look on his face, Timothée heading outside.

End of Chapter 1

A new story, a new favorite actor.

I've loved Timothée Chalamet in all his movies, the young man strikingly handsome and beautiful.

This story came to mind in my somewhat adulterated imagination.

I just had to put it into words.

It won't be as lengthy as my earlier stories, but I do hope you stay along for the ride.

Don't worry, Shawn and Harry will be back, as will Kylie.

More intrigue with those handsome rascals.

Up next, Timothée tries to make amends to his new acquaintance.

Will Kolby take that in stride?

There seems to be mysteries around that young man as well.

I love the intrigue.

Hugs, Angel.

Email: music-fan-1@hotmail.com

If you'd like to check out my other stories here on Nifty, please do so.

Justin's Angel https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/boy-bands/justins-angel/

Jolan's Path https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/boy-bands/jolans-path/

Yesterday's End https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/boy-bands/yesterdays-end/

Next: Chapter 2


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