Jack POV:

God what is my life?

I'm a 24 year old barista, oh wait, I'm an unemployed 24 year old.

Besides, I'm standing in some random rich guys bedroom that I've known for 9 days.

Jheez what am I getting myself into?

I look into my bag that contains everything I own. I look and find a pair of black skinny jeans and an olive green suit shirt.

"This'll have to do." I say to myself.

I walk towards his bathroom and jump into the shower, the water feels great on my skin, i haven't been able to shower for the past 2 days.

Because I quit my job, I wasn't being paid and now I'm homeless. I was only at the coffee store because I had 2 more legal days of work left.

It feels nice to be able to wash, that's sounds weird to say but it's honestly the most I've enjoyed myself in the past two days.

Jheez, I nearly slip getting out of the shower.

Mark POV:

I'm worried, does Jack have any suits? Before I can think much longer I feel my attention being drawn to the bathroom door opening in front of me.

Jack steps out in a pair of black high top Doc Martens, Black skinny jeans and an olive green suit shirt.

"Wow. You look...hot." I say stuttering from surprise.

"No I don't, I look a mess." He blushes.

He looks over at me and I feel his eyes creep over my body, he takes a particularly long time to study my chest. I know that it looks good, that's why I wore this tight suit.

Jack POV:

God he looks amazing, I'm never one to say but his bulge looks impressive to say the least.

Mark is sat on the edge of his bed leaning back slightly with his hands either side of his body.

"Are we going then?" I say not wanting to sound rude but feeling uncomfortable standing in his bedroom.

He takes my hand and guides me out of the room, I flinch initially and I can see that Mark is upset that I reacted this way to his kind gesture.

Me and Mark walk down the staircase next to each other, I feel myself blush at the never ending stream of compliments that come my way.

"Are you blushing ?" Mark giggles.

"No, I'm just cold from your terrible shower." I try and sound smart but I know it makes no sense.

"So you're telling me that a $5,500 shower is bad?" He bites his lip confidently.

"Oh I'm sorry that I'm used to bootleg poor showers mister billionaire." I hit his arm playfully as I walk to the passenger side of the car.

"Barely a millionaire, all of my cars are hired really my company gives me this house. Not that I'm poor but the way I live my life makes it seem like I'm insanely rich but I'm not." Mark says as if it's a problem.

Mark wasn't rich he was being honest, in fact he was only worth about $2,000,000. Mark wasn't the type of rich guy to live in Calabases but the type to have a fancy apartment in New York.

"I can't believe that you just complained about barely being a millionaire when I literally have $40." I sigh when I think that I might've given away the fact that I'm homeless to Mark.

"Well at least you have $40 and an apartment!." Mark laughs.

"Yeah an apartment." I twirl my thumbs together nervously.

"We'll be there in about an hour so get comfortable." He chuckles once more and I feel myself starting to relax into my seat.

Why do I fidget so much? Without realising my hand moved away from myself and onto Marks inner thigh, but I'm too tired and close to sleep to move it. I want to but for some reason I can't move it, it seems heavier, like it needs to be there.

*Hey guys! I'm still on my break but this chapter was close to being finished in my works so I thought I'd do it, hope you enjoy another incredibly slow burning chapter.*