Serving The Billionaires

The air was warm as it flowed through the mingling crowd of people, spreading its infectious vigor. The California moonlight reflected off the puddles left from last night’s showers.

“This is a good sign” Jack thought to himself. California wasn’t known as the “Golden State” for no reason. Living there was a blessing and a curse. It was the first time rain graced them with its presence in months. His Ferragamo Bluchers splashed in the puddles as he briskly strolled toward Clásico’s entrance. His curly hair coiled around his fingers. He wiped his sweaty palms on his slim fitting dark grey slacks. Why am I so nervous? This was Jack’s first business venture, without interference from his father. He was the son of tech giant, Jackson Alexander Sr. Everything Jack did, until this point, was according to his father’s approval. It was his first shot at independence. He was anxious about investing in a club, but the sight before him eased his fears. There was a line extending around the corner. He spotted Martin, his business partner and boyfriend, signaling him in his direction. Martin was dressed comfortably. He donned dark colored jeans, a gray vintage “Queen” t-shirt, a black blazer, and beige Sperry Boat shoes; all topped off by a grey fedora. The jacket stopped short of his wrists, giving a peak of the tattoo sleeves that graced both arms

“Good turnout huh? It’s been like this since the opening last week”. Jack let out a sigh of relief as Martin pecked his cheek. Martin ran a suspicious eye over Jack. He watched him play with his hair, smooth out his pants, fidget with his shirt buttons.

“You’re nervous” Martin chuckled.

“Little bit” he admitted. Martin playfully punched him in the chest.

“I told you I got you. I know you’re tired of your dad doubting you. I made sure everything is perfect. When he comes to the club, make sure I’m here to pick his face off the floor…and to serve him his crow”. Martin kissed him, evaporating all his fears. They walked into their restaurant, arm-in-arm, feeling confident and powerful. The club was filled with California’s finest. Pro ballers, wealthy socialites, internet stars, self-made moguls and many others adorned the newly crowned hot spot. The proud owners shook hands with several dolled up patrons, who greeted and congratulated them. Security escorted them to a VIP table. The sexy waiter who presented them with a chilled bottle of Cristál immediately caught Jack’s attention.

“Compliments of the gentlemen in the back” he said pointing them in the right direction. They turned that way and squinted their eyes.

“What the hell?”

“Is that who I think it is?” Martin asked, standing to his feet. Jack’s father, Mr. Jackson Alexander Sr., was waving at them.

“Don’t let him ruin your night. This is all you” Martin encouraged. Jack’s face was red, the tips of his ears glowing. He pushed through the horde, making a beeline toward his father. Just as he was opening his mouth to speak, his father addressed him.

“I’m impressed with your little business here. It turned out better than I expected; though there are things I would’ve done differently. I’ll hook you up with a designer, maybe a promoter too” he informed his son; his tone arrogant and condescending. “You should’ve let me help

“I don’t need your help”. His father looked at him coldly, his eyes showing his disapproval of being interrupted.

“Now I know you think you have everything figured out, but I have the experience. I know what works and what doesn’t” he commanded, pointing his finger at Jack. Jack crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He extinguished his infuriation with a single deep breath.

“Look dad, I know what you’ve done. I can recite all your accomplishments from memory. I appreciate your concern, but this, all this, I made happen without you. So please save your breath. It’s falling on deaf ears. I’m going back to my table. Enjoy your night”. Jack turned his back and began walking off when he heard his father say, “Don’t come running to me when this shit club fails”. Jack slowed his steps, but continued walking back toward Martin and the awaiting champagne.

Martin was whispering in the sexy waiter ear. He immediately switched his attention back to Jack when he arrived back at their table. Jack was visibly agitated. He unbuttoned his top button and paced the floor. The underarms of his shirt were soiled with sweat.

“I told you not to let him get under your skin. What did he say?”

“Don’t come to him when, not if the club fails”. Martin rubbed Jack’s back while passing him his drink. “Don’t worry about it. This is the beginning of your empire”. He separated Jack’s lips with his tongue and entered his mouth. He lightly rubbed Jack’s crotch. Jack noticed Diego watching at them; he pulled back and cleared his throat, gesturing Martin’s attention back to Diego. “Oh, Jack Alexander, meet Diego Ortega. Diego, this is my boyfriend Jack”.