Chapter 2 Early Gift

• "Finn, you are serious?" Brian’s face was still plastered with shock.
• A smile curved Finn's lower lip, masking the sudden tight twist in his chest. "Yes or no, Brian?"
• "Yes... yess, yesss," he stuttered, almost too loudly.
• "Great," Finn smirked, turning on his heel toward the staircase. "Meet me at my usual guest room by 10 pm."
• "Where are you going?" Brian yelled from behind him.
• "I want to be alone, Brian."
• The words weren't just an excuse to escape Brian's presence; Finn genuinely needed a second to breathe.
• He had landed in Canada only a few hours ago, the brutal jet lag from his flight out of England clinging to his muscles like lead.
• But the physical exhaustion was nothing compared to the quiet terror gnawing at the back of his mind.
• He pushed open the heavy door to the guest suite.
• The plush carpet swallowed the sound of his steps as he slipped inside and clicked the door shut behind him, leaning his back against the polished wood.
• His eyes swept over the newly renovated space, the luxury TV, the plush bed frame, the thick hanging curtains. Everything was red and white.
• His favorite colors. The crisp white linens and bold crimson accents felt tailored for his return, stirring a soft, bittersweet pang in his chest. Finn used to seek refuge in this very room as a young boy whenever his parents' chaotic fights spilled over, and they completely forgot they had a son to raise.
• That was where his lust for his friend's hot daddy had first taken root. He had been just sixteen then, a confused, neglected kid seeking safety, suddenly mesmerized by the commanding presence of the master of the house.
• A sixteen-year-old pining after his best friend's father- what a scandal. But Finn was twenty now, and no longer that innocent boy.
• A heavy, silent sadness settled over him as he stared at his reflection in the darkened windowpane. Neither Brian nor Mr. Martinez had any idea what had really happened to him over the last twelve agonizing months.
• They thought he had spent the year studying abroad in England. They didn't know his own mother had sold him off like livestock to a ruthless Mafia Don to clear her debts.
• They didn't know he had barely escaped the Don's clutches on his wedding night, living in the shadows ever since, working his ass off in backroom joints to scrape together enough cash to hide across borders.
• The Don was still actively searching for him. The constant threat of being hunted down terrified Finn, but channeling that panic into reckless, seductive control was the only way he knew how to survive.
• He killed time on his phone, letting the clock tick down while his pulse steadily climbed. 9:30 PM already. Brian would be here soon.
• It was time for Finn to act.
• Stripping off his clothes, Finn splayed across the bed, letting the cool sheets brush against his bare skin. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and dialed Mr. Martinez's direct line.
• It didn't even ring twice before Martinez picked up.
• "Finn." His deep, authoritative voice rattled straight down Finn's spine, grounding him instantly.
• "The shower isn't working." Finn forced a tone of pure distress into his voice, tightening his grip on the receiver. "I tried to call Brian, but you know he doesn't know these things. Can you call a guard or someone for me...? I am stuck naked with soap in my eyes, I can't go out."
• Heavy silence stretched across the line, thick with unspoken tension.
• "I am coming right there myself."
• The line went dead, followed immediately by the rapid, heavy thud of leather soles echoing across the marble floors on Martinez's end.
• Finn tossed the phone aside, a triumphant grin breaking through his lingering melancholy.
• Springing off the mattress, he sauntered into the bathroom and cranked the shower handle, lathering soap over his chest to make the story airtight.
• Warm steam surged into the glass enclosure, clouding the mirrors.
• A minute later, the bedroom door swung open. Finn's pulse spiked. That's it.
• Heavy, deliberate footsteps crossed the marble floors toward the bath.
• The frosted glass door slid back. "Who's there?" Finn called out, taking a step forward.
• His foot caught the wet tile, sending him slipping until two large, rigid hands caught him mid-fall.
• Finn's bare chest slammed against Martinez's suit jacket. Heat radiated off the billionaire, instantly burning through the cool mist of the bathroom.
• Mr. Martinez. His hand rested squarely against Finn's soft butt, anchoring him to his frame while the air in the room went cold and charged.
• Their faces were inches apart. Finn stared into Martinez's dark, turbulent brown eyes, then slowly bit his lower lip.
• "Oh my God, I am sorry," Finn murmured, pulling back just enough to test Martinez's restraint. He let go, though his fingers lingered for a fraction of a second against Finn's damp waist.
• Martinez's gaze left Finn's eyes, tracking his wet lips before dropping all the way down to his feet.
• There it was... that hunger finally building beneath his disciplined facade.
• "Uhmm, the shower is working fine now," Finn pointed out, gesturing to the steady stream behind them.
• Martinez snapped out of his trance, clearing his throat as he glanced at the running water. "Sure, sure."
• A faint, strained twitch touched his lips, right before the bedroom door creaked open again.
• Martinez froze.
• Finn didn't.
• "Dad, what are you doing?" Brian’s voice cracked from the doorway.
• "Hey, Brian, your dad came to help me check the shower," Finn called out, stepping into view so Brian could catch every drop of water glistening on his skin behind the frosted glass.
• For the first time, Brian's expression darkened with raw jealousy and confusion. Finn feigned innocence and pulled the glass door shut, letting the water run.
• Now, this would give the right inspiration to Brian.
• When Finn stepped back into the bedroom moments later with a towel wrapped tight around his waist, both men were sitting on the edge of the mattress, their body language stiff as marble.
• This wasn't what Finn was expecting.
• "Uhhh, sir, why are you still here?" Finn stopped mid-step.
• Mr. Martinez’s face was set in hard, unforgiving lines. "Brian told me you guys plan to have sex tonight?"
• Finn froze, glaring at his friend. "Jeez, why would you tell your dad that?"
• "I needed advice," Brian muttered, staring down at his hands like a scolded child.
• Finn let out a deep, irritated sigh. Brian was such a turn-off.
• "We are adults now, Mr. Martinez."
• "Still, you should keep yourself for marriage, for the right one."
• Finn's hand hovered over the wardrobe cabinet.
• He spun around, stunned. Coming from a ruthless billionaire, the moral speech felt almost hypocritical, yet the dark possessiveness underlying Martinez's tone was unmistakable.
• "I mean, the both of you should keep yourselves until you find the right person."
• A slow, wicked smile spread across Finn's lower lip.
• His original plan was to let his friend fuck him first, as a gift from him to Brian, before he obsessively chased his father.
• But right now, his dad wouldn't even let him.
• Mr. Martinez. Wow... he's so gone.