D.J. Manly My Father's Lover

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change my mind.”
“Fine, but if you’re going to manage this club,
you’ll keep your opinions to yourself. The clients
don’t share your views, thank goodness. We’d be
out of business.”
Michael nodded. “Fair enough. I won’t mention
it again.”
“Okay. Just think of it as good business, just
like our arrangement.”
Michael understood that one, loud and clear.
“So, we call a truce?”
“I think it’s essential that we establish a good
working relationship. If you’re planning to live at
the house, we can work out some rules which will
be beneficial to both of us.”
“I was going to live at the house, unless…”
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“You have the right to live there. I have no
problem with it.”
“What about Jason?”
“What about Jason?”
“Well, he obviously wants you, and he sees me
as a threat.”
Anthony froze for a moment. “Where in hell
did that come from?”
“I’ve noticed stuff.”
“You’ve only been here three days.”
“I’m observant. He’s cute. Why don’t you go for
it?”
“Why don’t you—” Anthony paused, his voice
laced with anger. “—mind your own fucking
business?”
Michael shrugged. “A little sensitive about it,
aren’t you?”
“I’m not sensitive about…” He stopped, then,
he gave a little laugh. “I promised myself I
wouldn’t let you get to me today, so I won’t.
Think what you like. It makes no difference to
me.”
He walked off, leaving Michael with a smile on
his lips. For someone who claimed not to be
sensitive, he sure jumped on him fast about Jason.
* * * *
Twenty minutes later they were sitting across
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from each other at one of the tables eating pizza.
Anthony had opened a bottle of red wine. He
poured them each a glass. “Are you Italian,
Anthony?” Michael asked suddenly, anxious to
break the silence.
“Three
quarters
or
something,”
he
said
amicably, taking a bite of the pizza. He seemed to
have forgotten his anger.
“Yeah, the name gave it away, but you don’t
look Italian.”
“My great-grandfather was Italian on my
father’s side, but my grandmother was Irish. My
mother was of Irish descent, too, I think. What
about you? I know Michael was Ukrainian. What
about your mother?”
“I have no idea. I think her ancestors came over
on the Mayflower, Irish or Scottish, I think. I’ve
never really cared to find out.”
“Really? I find that stuff interesting,” Anthony
said. He refilled their wine glasses. “So, what’s
your stepdad like?”
“A nice guy. He’s an accountant, pretty
conservative actually, but okay with me being
gay.”
“That’s good.”
“I
came
out
at
twelve.
He
thinks
it’s
hereditary.”
“Maybe it is.” Anthony laughed.
“Could be.”
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They sat drinking for awhile, making small talk,
both aware of the lingering silence all around
them.
“This place is filled with ghosts,” Anthony said
suddenly, spilling the last of the contents of the
bottle into his glass.
“I suppose it would be for you,” Michael
commented, noticing the square line of Anthony’s
jaw, the deep brown shade of his eyes. He studied
the strong fingers curled around the stem of the
wine glass, and was captivated by how the wine
lay glistening on his full bottom lip. “Tell me
about how you came to live with my father and
his lover,” he asked him, propelling himself out of
his sudden fixation.
Michael was surprised when Anthony said, “I
don’t think so.” He put down his empty glass,
leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms
across his chest.
“That’s a defensive pose.”
“Is it?”
“Yeah, it is. It’s basic body language, beginner’s
level.”
“And what else is my body language telling
you, Michael?” He gave him the finger.
“Don’t think I want to repeat it actually.”
“You’re a clever boy.”
“Clever I’ll accept, boy, well, I haven’t been a
boy in a long time.”
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“Ah, I detect a sexual connotation to that one.
Are you telling me getting laid makes you a
man?”
Michael smiled. “It helps. The first time is
usually pretty brutal though, a rite of passage.
Thank God it’s so worth it.”
Anthony didn’t comment. Instead he looked
around the room.
“So, why don’t you want to tell me about
coming to live with my father and his lover? Are
you afraid I might find out the truth?”
“The truth? The truth according to Michael?”
Anthony smirked a little.
“Michael was an archangel. Did you know
that?”
“Yes, I did know that, but you’re no angel.” He
met his gaze.
Michael smiled. He felt his heart thudding in
his chest for some reason. “So, if you’re not a
fraud, tell me the story.”
“It’s none of your business, actually.” Anthony
sat up again in his chair and began to close the
pizza box.
Michael reached out and put a hand on his arm.
Anthony paused. “Yes, it is my business, given
that you got over half of what really should
belong to me.”
Anthony tilted his head, taking his hand away
from the box. He stood up. “Do you really think
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you
deserved
anything,
considering
you
practically ignored your father?”
There was no response.
“You know,” Anthony continued, “I’d give you
the house and this club if I was sure you’d do the
right thing. You could have everything. Do you
think this is what I really want to do with my
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