The Billionaire Alpha's Forbidden Mate

Kelvin blew his dark hair out of his eyes as he clicked his

wireless mouse. Sweat trickled down his neck and onto his muscled chest and

then down his washboard abs.

It was scorching in his apartment, easily topping

one-hundred degrees. That's why he was sitting in only his boxers.

But with no job and a fast-shrinking nest egg, air

conditioning was an amenity he could no longer afford.

So Kelvin sat in his small apartment in darkness, making

sure to only use electricity where he really needed it. He sat with his laptop, sending out a few job applications.

However, Kelvin was aware that the odds were stacked against

him.

Sure, he had an MBA from a prestigious university, but so

did a lot of other students, students who were not poor and whose family

associates could get them in the door at the good firms out there.

A click here and a keystroke there, Kelvin finished what

felt like his hundredth application. This last one to a third rate

import/export firm in a city in Maine.

Kelvin doubted he would hear back from them, but at this

rate, he'd be looking at making applications for H&R Block pretty damn

soon. Growling with frustration, he closed the lid on his laptop, flopping back

on the only piece of furniture in his apartment, a third-hand brown sofa that

doubled as his bed.

Closing his eyes, he muttered a quick prayer to whatever

gods that were listening.

Regardless of his situation, Kelvin decided he had to get

out of his apartment for a while and get some fresh air.

He had been tirelessly sending applications out all day. And

now, the sun was setting, the most beautiful time of the day in Kelvin's eyes.

Summer in New York City was far too hot and humid during the

daytime, and at night it was dangerous, at least in Kelvin's neighborhood.

But there was magic for a few hours, usually between about

six and eight at night, when the heat would fade, and the sky had a orange-red

glow.

Rising from the couch, Kelvin quickly shed his sweat-soaked

boxers.

Giving them a quick sniff, he decided he needed to wash them

even though he was going to go work out anyway.

There was a difference between fresh sweat and old sweat,

and he didn't want to put up with a daylong stench.

After washing with cold water from his sink, Kelvin pulled

on a fresh set of briefs with jogging sweats to go along with a white

wife-beater.

Locking his apartment

door behind him, Kelvin jogged his way down to the part of New York that he

most enjoyed, Central Park.

He was conscious of the looks some of the women gave him as

he ran by, ignoring them for the most part.

Kelvin knew he was attractive, with smooth skin, muscle tone

and long limbs that he had inherited from his father.

He was a Long Island native. He had moved to New York when

he was just a boy and had sandy Darke hair and sparkling green eyes.

The boys in his high school nicknamed him "Darkie".

Kelvin ddin't too much care for it, but he tolerated it.

Whenever women were around, he turned heads. The thing was,

he was gay.

Still, when people

saw him, they saw a straight, handsome young man.

Kelvin wasn't one to lie about his sexuality, but he often

did little to correct the women's assumptions when they came up to him, asking

him out on dates. Mostly, he would politely decline and lie and say that he was

in a relationship.

Crossing into Central Park, Kelvin heard his name being

called out by Ralph, one of the hotdog vendors.

Ralph was chubby and short, with an endless supply of

amusing comments on just about anything. He was the type of guy that would

strike up a conversation with anyone.

The old Irishman was an institution at the park ever since Kelvin

was a little boy. "Hey Kelvin! What's up, man?"

Kelvin jogged over to Ralph's hotdog stand, grinning the

whole time. "I'm pretty good, Ralphmy. How about you?"

"Crap, you know how it is during the summer. Everyone

wants cold drinks or ice cream. My business isn't half of what it is in spring

or fall. How's your job hunting coming along?"

Ralph was one of those unique New York establishments where

he knew everything about you, even if you had never told him directly.

Kelvin shifted on his feet. "No luck so far. But

something has got to give soon. I'm close to being broke."

Ralph clucked his tongue and gave Kelvin an empathetic look.

"I don't quite understand, Kelvin," said Ralph,

reaching into his cart. "You're young, handsome and smart. Hell, I've seen

you work more than any Hamptons boy would ever dream of. Besides," Ralph

added with a playful wink, "you're so good looking that I know one of

those broads in charge of interviewing applicants should hire you on looks

alone!"

Kelvin chuckled nervously. If only Ralph knew the truth of Kelvin's

sexuality. Still, what Ralph was saying had merit. A lot of women fawned over Kelvin's

looks, professional or not.

"Don't let any of the guys hear you tell me that I'm so

handsome," said Kelvin, "or else the North Side is going to need a

new hotdog vendor."

"Speaking of which," Ralph said, pulling out two

hotdog dogs and laying on heavy ketchup and mustard and then sprinkling a

couple of pickles, "here. Don't give me any objections, I've watched you

lose ten pounds ever since you graduated. You are not eating enough, young man.

Another ten and you'll be going from slender to scrawny and we can't have that

my boy."

Kelvin swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and

graciously accepted the offered food on a paper plate.

The two dogs were the only real food he had eaten all day

besides some soggy Ramon noodles for breakfast.

Kelvin tried to avoid wolfing the dogs down, but within

seconds found himself licking his plate clean. "Thanks, Ralph. One day,

I'm gonna pay you back for all the food you've so graciously given me over the

years."

"Hey Kelvin, before you leave, you should head over to

the playground over on 230th street," said Ralph, ignoring Kelvin's offer.

Kelvin knew it wasn't that Ralph was impolite; he just

didn't care if Kelvin paid him back or not, and didn't want to embarrass him

any further. "There's a new guy in town. People say he's a beast on the

bars."

"So?" Kelvin asked, glancing in the playground's

direction. "What's so special about that?"

Starting with pull up bars, the Body builders were a group

of exercise fanatics. They only used the playground equipment for all of their

workouts and every single one of them were in insane shape. They had a YouTube

channel that was extremely popular at one time.

Still, Kelvin liked to think he could put the Body builders

to shame if he felt like flexing his ego,

"Two things. First, I'll just say that he's a little

upper class for 230th street. Second, he's putting the Body builders to shame,

from what I've heard. You know that's no easy feat."

That grabbed Kelvin's attention. Like any other neighborhood

of New York, Central Park was mostly segregated. The 230th street playground

was one of those areas. He'd never heard of anyone outperforming the Body

builders.

"Okay, I'll check it out," promised Kelvin,

"Besides, I need to practice my strength training. Might as well go see what

all the fuss is about."

Ralph laughed, waving as Kelvin walked off. "You take

care, Kelvin. And don't worry, I know your luck is going to change soon and

they'll be knocking down your door for an interview!"

"Right. Cya, Ralph," waved Kelvin.

Kelvin started a slow jog as he came up on the

playground. As soon as it was in sight,

he could see a group of people were gathered around the jungle gym. The Body

builders did sometimes attract a crowd, but the group today was a little larger

than normal, there was probably a few dozen people out there.

"Dude, you must be crazy!" he heard one of the Body

builders say, as he made his way towards the front of the crowd. "No one,

and I mean no one in the whole damn city, can beat Tommy in one arm

pull-ups!"

Kelvin made his way through a small gap in the crowd and

shouldered a few people out of the way until he could get a clear view of the

action.

He went slack jawed when he saw what the commotion was

about.

In the middle of the crowd was the new guy, standing at about

six-foot-five, built like a Greek God.

His torso rippled with muscle, and though Kelvin was ripped

himself, this guy put him to shame.

The newcomer's face was even more striking than his hot

body.

He possessed a chiseled jawline, which framed a noble face

that was highlighted by a proud nose and deep blue eyes.

His hazelnut auburn hair was just a little longer than usual

and was damp with sweat.

Kelvin thought the man looked like he should have belonged

in a Men's modeling magazine rather than on a playground.

The Body builders were currently laughing and joking around

with the stranger. But their taunts and jibes bespoke of brotherhood rather

than jealousy.

The speaker was one of the older Body builders named Jeff.

"I am telling you dude; there is no way a guy your size can beat Tommy in

one arm pull-ups! You're what, fifty-sixty pounds heavier?"

The sexy newcomer's handsome face broke into a confident

grin and he crossed his arms over his powerful chest. "I have an idea.

Let's make a deal. You want to bet?" His voice was deep and noble

sounding. The kind of voice that Kelvin found sexy.

The surrounding group hooted in derision at the handsome

guy's boldness.

Kelvin didn't make a sound, however. He was too enthralled

by the assurance in the man's demeanor and the self-assured sparkle in his blue

eyes.

Finally, Tommy stepped forward, pulling a wad of bills out

of his pocket. "All right dude, it's your money. I've got two hundred

dollars here. You still game?"

"Of course," replied the stranger, reaching into

his sports bag to pull out a large stack of bills that dwarfed Tommy's.

"But we need a neutral party to hold the money until the contest is

over."

Tommy nodded, his eyes roving around the assembled group

until they landed on Kelvin. "How about Kelvin? He's from the

neighborhood, but he's smart too. Just got his MBA or something. You down with

that, Kelvin?"

"Sure,"Kelvin replied.

Tommy took the money from the stranger and handed Kelvin a

big wad of bills.

Kelvin's fingers itched as he held the stack of money. He

hadn't had that much free cash in his hand in almost a year.

The stranger turned his piercing blue eyes on Kelvin and he

felt like he was peering into his soul. "You have your MBA?" he asked

him.

Kelvin felt like everything else in the world faded except

for the handsome man's eyes and chiseled face.

Kelvin's cheeks burned and he hoped it didn't show to all

the surrounding men. "Yeah," he replied, rolling the cash in his hand

and gripping it tightly. "I graduated from NYU this June."

"That's cool. You employed yet?"

"No," Kelvin started, before the crowd began

muttering amongst themselves. The Body builders wanted to see the pull-ups, not

listen to job conversation.

"Alright guys, here's the rules," Jeff said.

"You can choose any bar as long as your feet do not touch the ground. Once

you start, you can't switch arms. Each of you will have someone to count for

you and will make sure you go all the way up. Whoever can do the most pull-ups

before you drop off the bar, wins."

"Cool," said Tommy, his grin wide. "Good

luck, new dude."

"You too," the stranger replied, offering to shake

Tommy's hand.

The two shook and went to their side of the jungle gym,

selecting their bars.

The contest began, and Tommy sprang out of the blocks, his

muscular right arm doing pull-up after pull-up to the boisterous cheers of the

crowd.

On the other side, the tall stranger hung there silently,

watching with calm eyes as Tommy worked as hard as he could before his strength

gave out.

Finally, with a painful grunt, Tommy dropped off the bar,

twenty-four reps completed. "Yeah! All hail the King, baby!" Tommy

yelled, grinning at his opponent, who hadn't even began. "What the

hell?"

"I don't know; this dude hasn't moved, he's just been

hanging there" the stranger's counter said as all eyes turned towards the

handsome man.

Then, with a wolfish grin, the stranger started to pull. Kelvin

couldn't believe he could do it at all. He had already been hanging there for

almost a minute already, and his fingers must have been exhausted.

But with confident

pulls, he did rep after rep, counting the reps as he went.

"Six."

The jeers of the

crowd hushed. His arm flexed, his muscles bulging and straining.

"Ten."

The entire crowd was

silent. Kelvin could see the look in some of the Body builders' eyes. They

couldn't believe what the man was doing.

Veins were starting to burst out on the man's arm, beginning

in his bicep before spreading to his forearm, shoulder, and then his neck.

"Twenty," the man grunted.

The crowd began to root for him. He was a newcomer, but most

of the guys around here enjoyed a good physical show, so they didn't care.

Kelvin could see that the man's forearm was starting to

tremble as he attacked the last few reps. He could feel himself counting along

silently with the stranger.

Kelvin watched as the man's face squinted in pain just a

bit, and he surprised himself by cheering him on.

"Come on, pull, you can do it!" Kelvin whispered

softly.

Still, the man's eyes swung to fix on his face again, and a

grin spread on his face once more as he pulled, clearing his twenty-fifth rep

before dropping off the bar.

The crowd were all praising the man's performance as he

shook out his exhausted arm before shaking hands with Tommy again.

"Dude, that was impressive," Tommy said, "but

part of me feels like it was a setup."

The handsome man let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"No, it wasn't. I just came out here because I heard you guys were the

best and I wanted a challenge. I can say you pushed me harder than

anyone."

The stranger turned to Kelvin and Kelvin handed him his

stack of money. The man gave Kelvin a strange smile, before peeling off a

couple of the bills and handing them back to him. "For your job hunt. Good

luck."

"Thanks."

Kelvin took the money and deposited it in the pockets of his

sweats. He knew he should turn the money down, but the expression in the

stranger's eyes would have none of it.

The next morning Kelvin awoke to the annoying beep of his alarm clock. For the first time in weeks, he was not awoken by hunger.

Using the money the handsome stranger had given him, Kelvin had gone to the corner mart and bought himself some groceries, bread, sandwich meat, and some milk.

He went to sleep with a full belly, something he hadn't done in a while.

***

Yawning, Kelvin swiped at his clock before rolling off the sofa.

He used his sink to wash up and brush his teeth before checking his e-mail. His heart did a jump when he opened his inbox and his eyes settled on the first unread result.

He had an interview!

He opened the email and qucikly scanned the contents. His heart jumped again. The email was from Morgan Investments, one of his most desired prospects.

They wanted him to come in that afternoon "to discuss potential opportunities for you at Morgan Investments."

When he had re-read the email over a couple of times, Kelvin let out a whoop of joy.

Running to his closet, he checked on his one and only suit which still hung untouched since his graduation ceremony.

Everything was in order as he headed for the door of his apartment. Sure, he had to get ready for his interview. But, he still had sixty bucks of what the stranger had given him yesterday, and he needed to repay Ralph for his kindness.

Ralph would be in the park setting up for the lunch crowd, and Kelvin knew he'd appreciate the news.

Several hours later, standing outside the twenty-five story Morgan Investments building, Kelvin swallowed his nervousness.

Located at the center of the Financial District, it wasn't the largest or the nicest building, but Kelvin knew it was one of few buildings fully owned by one firm. Most of the others shared office space and floors with other firms.

Smoothing his palms over his red tie, Kelvin gathered himself before going inside. The lobby was enormous, lined in rich sandstone tile. Two guards behind the reception desk carefully watched him approach, while alongside them stood a kinder-looking brunette that gave him a small smile.

Kelvin was surprised to see the lady had the same eyes as the stranger from the park yesterday. "Can I help you, sir?"

Kelvin gave his best professional smile, nodding. "My name's Kelvin Houstin; I'm here for an interview at two."

The receptionist checked the schedule before looking up and nodding. "Yes sir, I have you right here, Mister Houstin. Could you please show some identification?"

Surprised at the security check, Kelvin dug his old student ID out of his wallet and handed it over awkwardly. "Is this okay? I don't have a driver's license," he explained. "You don't really need it when you walk or take the sub all the time."

"This is just fine, Mister Houstin. You can wait right over there," the receptionist replied, pointing to a series of comfortable-looking chairs off to one side of the lobby. I'll get with you in just a minute.

Kelvin walked over and sat down and then pulled his resume packet from his bag. It dawned on him that he should have brought something more professional than an NYU backpack.

It wasn't long before the receptionist came over, surprising Kelvin with how tall she was. She held an ID badge, with a large "V" stamped on it.

"Thank you Mister Houstin. Here's your visitor's badge and your student ID back. If you'd just follow me please, I'll take you up to the interviewing area."

On the twenty-first floor, the door opened to a quiet hallway.

Kelvin could see offices of people working vigorously off to each side, the whole room buzzing with purpose. He was thrilled at seeing such energy again; it had been a while. The receptionist led him to a conference room and opened the door for him.

"Please have a seat. Someone will be with you in a moment."

"Thank you, Miss...."

The receptionist's smile grew, and Kelvin knew he had impressed at least one person.

" Tshini, the woman replied, offering a handshake. "Karen Tshini." The two briefly shook hands, and Karen shut the door behind her.

Kelvin took a moment to look around the small conference room, observing the security camera in the corner.

He had to assume he was being watched at all times, so he made his way to a chair and sat down, intent on making the best possible impression. He really needed this job.

***

Down the hall, Karen gazed at the monitor screen showing the video feed from the room. "You think this is the same boy you saw yesterday?" she asked, glancing at her brother.

Her brother nodded; his arms clasped behind his back as he studied Kelvin's every movement.

"Yes. He's the same age, same neighborhood, everything matching the application we received."

"Did you go out intentionally searching for him?" Karen asked, "Or was it just fate?"

"Fate, for sure," her brother chuckled. "I am not in the habit of looking for handsome young men in Central Park."

"I see. So what should I do?"

"Send Jasmine to interview him. I will watch from here."

Karen looked at her brother, then nodded her head once. "As you wish, Shalem."

***

About five minutes later, the door to the conference room swung open, and Kelvin stood up as a dark-haired woman entered the room. "Mister Houstin, my name is Jasmine White," she said, sitting down at the other side of the table. "How are you today?"

The two exchanged pleasantries and Kelvin relaxed as the interview continued, enjoying the pleasant tone of the woman's voice.

She was a bit older than Kelvin, maybe thirty-four or thirty-five, but had a healthy sense of humor that quickly set his nerves at ease. His first surprise came when Jasmine told him what his position would entail.

"I know that you indicated on your resume that you were mainly interested in working with commodities trading, but we're really at capacity up there currently," she said, going through Kelvin's notes. "That's why we took a while to get back with you. Anyway, our CEO's executive assistant recently moved on to another role here at Morgan Investments. I think that you would do well filling that position."

"Don't you think I'm a little overqualified for that, Miss White?" Kelvin commented, trying not to sound ungrateful. He was shocked, and a bit frustrated. He did need a job badly, but he also didn't want to get typecast as a secretary.

Our CEO has a very demanding schedule. Many of his assistants go on to do very well in our company within only a couple of years. What do you think? Our CEO was impressed with your resume and expressly asked for you to be interviewed."

Kelvin sat back, pretending to ponder the situation. He couldn't look too eager for the job, he knew that for sure, if he were going to have any possibility of getting decent pay or benefits. "How's the compensation package?" he asked.

***

Karen and Shalem gazed at the screen as Kelvin spoke with Jasmine. "He's spirited," Karen noted, her sharp eyes catching every nuance of Kelvin's body language. "I'm surprised that someone in his position would have questions at all."

"That's why I want him," Shalem said. "If I just needed someone who'd fill my coffee cup, I could have a million of those anytime I wanted. I want someone who is going to have some backbone. Someone who can actually give some input if I want it."

"I see. Shall I buzz Jasmine now?" Karen asked, a bit of annoyance in her voice.

Shalem turned to his sister and smiled at her.

"Karen, you'll always be my most trusted consultant. Don't worry, I'd never dream of replacing my sister, especially not with a college graduate."

Karen stared at him wearily. "You better not. And I'm only your half sister. It's how I got the hair, remember? And should I buzz Jasmine?"

Tilting his head to the side, Shalem studied the monitor before shaking his head. "No," he said gently. "I think I will go say hello."

***

Kelvin was still trying to figure out if his ears were failing him. "Did you say a hundred-thousand a year?"

Jasmine nodded, her face expressionless. "Yes, Mister Houstin. Do you find that to your liking?"

Kelvin tried his best to keep his hands from shaking. "No! I mean yes! I mean.... the salary's great, Miss White," he said, a giddy grin breaking out on his handsome face. "I just.... one-hundred thousand. Wow."

"Mister Houstin, the money is just part of it. Our CEO is very generous to employees who work hard for him, but he's also very demanding. Do you think you can put in the work?"

"I'm confident I can, Miss White," Kelvin replied. "I guess the only question I have left is, how soon can I start?"

A knock at the door interrupted Jasmine's reply, and the door opened to leave Kelvin slack-jawed.

Wearing a custom tailored suit, was the blue-eyed stranger from the 230th street playground. His tall frame and broad shoulders filled the doorway, and Kelvin could see he even had to turn slightly sideways to fit his shoulders through.

"Ah, Mr. Tshini, Mister Houstin just was saying he wanted to accept our offer," Jasmine said, standing in respect.

Kelvin scrambled to his feet. In his hastiness, he caused the chair to go sliding back and hit the wall. He felt embarrassed, but they didn't seem to notice.

"That's great, Jasmine. I suppose I should introduce myself. Mister Houstin, I'm Shalem Tshini, President and CEO of Morgan Investments. Starting next week, you and I will be working a lot together."

In the time between his interview and starting work at Morgan Investments, Kelvin was very busy.

Jasmine White had spent much of the rest of that first day

getting his personal information; his bank account numbers, student loan

information, and even some stuff Kelvin couldn't fathom why Morgan needed to

know.

"Uh, Jasmine, no offense but why is my clothing size

and measurements needed?"

Jasmine let out a chuckle; her serious demeanor abandoned

once Kelvin had signed his employment contract.

"Don't worry, while you were dressed nicely today, Mr. Tshini will want you in a more high-class

wardrobe starting next Monday. I'm just going to forward the information to a

tailor shop that our firm uses. They'll have your suits ready for fitting by

Friday."

Kelvin sat, stunned. "How much will that be?" he

asked with trepidation. Jasmine looked at him sympathetically and gently patted

him on the shoulder.

Jasmine smiled encouragingly. "These suits are

complementary, they're part of your benefits. It's a company perk everyone

gets. "

"Now, Mr. Tshini

has approved you to take up to two weeks of salary in advance, which will be

deducted from your first paycheck. So you can get two weeks up front today, and

then half a paycheck at the normal pay period. If you want it, of course."

***

The rest of the afternoon seemed to be filled with

paperwork, and when Kelvin left at six in the evening, he was unsure if he was

walking, floating, or flying.

In his wallet he had several hundred dollars, with the rest

of his pay advance already transferred to his account effective the next

morning.

Taking the subway back from the Financial District to his

apartment, Kelvin was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed his

stop, something that hadn't happened since a night out drinking as an undergrad.

He stepped off the subway and was jolted back into reality

when his shoulder collided with a stranger and he fell on his backside.

"I'm sorry," Kelvin said, "I did not mean to..." his

voice caught in his throat as his eyes fell onto the man that he'd run into.

The man was the

epitome of masculinity, Kelvin thought. He was only about six feet, but with a

dancer's lithe body, wearing simple slacks and a dress shirt.

His face was the sort that Kelvin imagined would have been

sought after by art sculptors. With short Dark hair above a wide forehead with

soft eyebrows that hovered intelligently above crystal blue eyes, a noble nose,

and lips that were full and luscious.

Overall, the handsome

stud looked sensual and intelligent, and Kelvin found himself awestruck.

"It was my fault, actually," the man said, holding

out his hand to help Kelvin up.

When their fingers touched, Kelvin was convinced that he

felt a crackle of electricity run down his arm. The man had to work out,

because he hauled Kelvin up, all one-hundred and seventy-five pounds of him,

like he was barely more than a feather.

His power caused Kelvin to gasp, and suddenly he was face to

face with him, almost close enough to kiss.

"I am sorry for running into you like that," the

stranger said. "I must have been moving faster than I thought in my quest

to catch the train."

"I totally

understand," Kelvin replied, trying to make light of the situation.

"I did that one time so I could make it to a Knicks game. By the way, my

name's Kelvin."

The sexy stud chuckled, sending a thrill down Kelvin's

spine. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kelvin. I'm Kaleb Grimes."

"Won't you miss

your train?" Kelvin asked, suddenly realizing that he was still touching Kaleb's

hand.

Kelvin pulled it back a little, bringing it down to hold his

backpack strap.

"I already have, I'm afraid," Kaleb replied,

glancing at his watch. "But there will be another along in just a few

minutes. You sure I didn't cause a tear in your suit?"

Kelvin quickly ran his hands over the seat of his slacks,

feeling for any tears or rough patches on the expensive fabric. "Nope, I

think everything is in order," Kelvin replied, grinning. "What about

you?"

"I am feeling a bit out of it," Kaleb admitted,

running his hand through his hair while giving Kelvin a killer smile filled

with gleaming white teeth. "I've never done this before, but I was

wondering if you are free to join me tonight? I was supposed to be showing up

to support a friend's show, but I suddenly feel like delaying those

plans."

Kelvin almost immediately said yes, but then caution grabbed

his tongue. While he was flattered that Kaleb would ask him out, and he was

obviously gay and looking for a good time, Kelvin did not know him though.

"I'm sorry Kaleb," he replied gently, smiling to

make the denial sting less, "but I think I'm going to be busy

tonight."

Kaleb paused, and for a moment, Kelvin feared he had bruised

his ego. But then his face split into a handsome grin. "Alright. I'll accept that. But can I at

least give you a ring sometime? I know it's strange to go out with a guy who

just knocked you flat on your ass in the middle of the subway station, but I

want to get to know you." He chuckled and nodded at Kelvin.

Kelvin chuckled at Kaleb's gall. "Sure," he agreed

finally. He dug out a pen from his back pocket and scribbled down his cell

phone number. "But I'll be honest, I just got a new job. My schedule looks

like it will be very busy."

"That's fine," replied Kaleb, twitching his ears

to the echo of an announcement from within the station. "Well that's my

train, if I miss this one I'm not going to make it on time to my friend's

performance. I hope you have a nice evening, Kelvin." Kaleb turned and

rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time

"See you sexy," Kelvin whispered as he watched Kaleb

move with the speed of an athlete.

First a new job, now a hot stud in his life? Things were

looking better by the minute.