About Last One Standing: The 5 of Swords

by Ali Wilde & Andy Slayde
48 pages / 20,300 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-909-5, 1-60370-909-6
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It’s good to be the king. Or is it? Clark Davis, heir to The Makai resort on Oahu, has it all: wealth, prestige and a girlfriend to die for. Having to live his life in the closet is just a minor setback. After all, there are clubs he can go to and plenty of men who don’t know him. Content with his life, Clark figures he doesn’t want or need anybody cluttering up his well-ordered existence.

Until a chance encounter with Xavier, an overly tempting hustler and skilled pickpocket, turns his life upside down. Clark knew the man would be trouble, but gave in to his date's plea for a threesome. By the next morning he wishes he’d never seen Xavier. By the end of the week, he wishes he’d left Xavier on the beach to rot. By the end of the fortnight, the whore has become the most important thing in Clark’s life. Will Clark stand up for what is right at the risk of losing it all?
 

Sample

The doors opened and Clark marched down the hallway, a man with a purpose. Stopping in front of Xavier's room he began pounding on the door. The floor was occupied by the staff so he wasn't worried about disturbing any guests.

He only had to wait a second before the door was flung open by Jared. "What's all the fucking noise? Oh, hey, Clark?" He stood his ground rather than invite his employer's son in. "What can I do for you?"

"Hi Jared, I need to talk with Xavier. Is he around?" Clark quickly appraised the man before him. Board shorts and a tank top just accentuated his features. Such a shame that Jared worked at The Makai; he was definitely someone Clark would love to have under him.

"Xavier? Sure, hang on." He took a step backwards and looked into the bathroom. "Xav? Get some clothes on, love. Clark would like a word..."

"What does he want?" Xavier strolled into view wearing jeans and nothing else, combing his fingers through his wet hair. He stepped in front of Jared and addressed Clark. "Slumming?"

"I need to talk to you." Clark ignored the infantile comment and tried, in vain, to ignore Xavier's tempting appearance. Half dressed, wet hair, freshly showered smell, nipple ring and... fresh love bites! Clark looked at Jared and then back to Xavier, eyes narrowing in realization. "Are you two fucking?" Relationships between staff members were frowned upon, especially if they worked the same shift.

"Not that it's any of your business, but no," Xavier answered casually. "That it?"

"It is my business," Clark responded firmly. "You work for me and there is no fraternizing with the staff." He should have left Xavier rotting on the beach. Damn his kind heart, a moment of weakness and now he had Xavier doing something with Jared -- that was obvious. Not that he really cared, personally; it was just hotel policy and he needed to follow it. "I need to talk to you about your work."

Xavier laughed. "You too? Just in case I didn't get it being yelled at me the first two times."

"I'm just trying to help," Clark snapped. "But if you'd rather get fired and go back to your old ways -- so be it. That's what I get for taking a chance on you."

"Old ways?" Jared questioned, softly.

"Least if I get fired I can fuck who I want." Xavier muttered.

"Don't you mean who fucks you?" Clark smirked.

Xavier flushed and launched himself at Clark, pinning him against the wall. "What a shame it will never be you," he murmured, his voice low enough that Jared couldn't overhear.

"Do you want to keep your job or not?" Clark snarled.

"Right now, I don't give a fuck." Xavier's voice stayed low.

"Xav..." Jared was behind him, his voice soothing. "This probably isn't the best idea, love."

"You have three days to shape up." Clark pushed Xavier off.

"No need. I quit!" Xavier shook Jared's hand from his arm and stalked into their room.

"Fuck, that ungrateful..." Clark stormed towards the door. "Stay out here while I talk to him," he tossed over his shoulder at Jared.

Closing the door behind him, Clark watched Xavier throwing his possessions in his backpack. "You fucking fool. Are you really going to give up a legit job and a roof over your head?"

"A job where everyone keeps yelling at me? And somewhere to live where I'm told what I can and can't do, even on my time off?" Xavier paused to fold his blanket. "I'm better off..." He stopped and looked at Clark as if something was dawning on him. "You're jealous..."

"No!" Maybe... And Clark hadn't the faintest idea why he might be jealous. Sure, Xavier was hot but he could find someone just as hot tonight and fuck their brains out -- without the fee. "I think you should stay. You can make good money and you'll have a safe place to stay." Clark took Xavier's blanket and placed it on the bed. "Give it another chance. If you do well, Mr. Jefferson might promote you to waiter." Clark smiled crookedly. "Think of all the tips."

Xavier snorted. "Probably still made more on the streets. And... if you think that fuck-wit is going to promote me to actually being seen, you live in a bigger dream world than I do."