MOVING STORY TO ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN.
still I'm going to finish it here.
"…DiamondMine"
"DiamondMine" this time James almost cried because of too much happiness, he was just a week away from his great inauguration party, and he couldn't be happier.
He just had everything he needed, well at least everything a man thinks he needs; money, fame, power but specially his beloved family. Even though he lost his wife he had found the courage to keep going.
He was staring at the name of his company in the lobby of his building, his great-grandfather Charles Diamond was the one who originally created DiamondMine, "The Diamond Mine", in that time, at first it was just a cosmetic's brand, now thanks to Brooke, James's mom and her dad Ted Diamond it is a luxury brand dedicated to jewelry and fashion design, and considered one of the most exclusive and high praised brands.
Now Brooke had retired leaving everything to James and making him the new CEO. James has been working on DiamondMine since he was a little kid and with this new status he decided to change the image of the company that had given him everything.
The logo was simple, with an Helvetica black font and of black, diamonds crashed in the back, making it look elegant, expensive but still classy. And now every single product package was black with a tiny diamond on the corner, it was a brand known and desired by everyone. People feel happy and proud just by wearing a single thing.
And there he is James, the only owner of the company, well technically there were two owners but well Mad-
"Mr. Diamond?" a voice snapped James's thoughts away and he turned back to see who was calling him.
"Yes, Miss Wainwright?" the beautiful African American woman smiled wide at him before talking.
"I left your tux for Saturday's party at your house's office along with the guest list in case you wanna add someone else. Is there anything else I can get you?"
"No, thanks Kelly, is my car ready?"
"Just waiting for you, sir"
He smiled before waving goodbye "Thank you, Miss Wainwright. Have a good night."
James went straight to his office when he got home and grabbed the guest list to read it before sleeping. Once in bed instead of reading the list he unlocked his tablet looking for the the digital copy of the list to compare it to the one Kelly gave to him, that's when he saw that he forgot to close the window of Safari when he was watching porn, yeah, porn. He quickly closed it and forgot about it.
But a single 29-year-old man watching porn instead, of hooking up? He's not ugly at all, he had the Diamond blood in his veins, as his mother says, so he was naturally gorgeous, even beautiful some would say, and he had an amazing body cause he worked out almost every day mostly to keep this public image.
But he was pretty busy working to court anyone and too rich to find someone who doesn't want him because of his money or social status. That makes it even harder to find a willingly guy for a fuck when you're "famous", that's not looking for fame for himself... Wait, himself? Well, yeah… ladies and gentleman, basically James Diamond (the most desired man in 2015 & 2017, yeah he lost 2016) was a sexually frustrated but really powerful gay man.
The door opened loudly distracting James and he couldn't help but smile warmly putting his tablet aside and opening his arms wide. "Daddy! You are home!"
…right, a sexually frustrated really powerful single gay dad.
Logan bit his bottom lip moaning as he came looking down at the poor guy sucking on him. Logan with a smug face lift him up and lick his chin making the guy whine in pleasure, and just when he was about to kiss him Logan pushed him away, which made him fall to the floor.
"Sammy what did I say 'bout kissing?"
"B-but, Logan… it's ju-"
"No no, shut up I don't wanna hear it"
Sam almost crying didn't know what to say, he just stayed there looking at how Logan was fixing his pants before pulling out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips. He leaned down on his knees to be just a few inches away from Sam's lips. Sam closed his eyes holding his breath hoping he was finally getting a kiss from Logan, but Logan just grabbed the lighter that was next to Sam's hand on the floor.
"Log-"
"See ya, Sammy" he winked and left the tiny closet they were in before Sam could say anything else.
He lit is cig and then walked out of the party before Sam could reach him, he knew that Sam had a huge crush on him, and Logan felt like shit cause he had taken advantage of it, but I mean, who doesn't?
He was young, hot, smart, cute, rich and an animal in bed, so anyone would die to be under him or on top of him, cause yeah, he likes it both ways. But still being a slut doesn't mean he doesn't protect himself, as a doctor he knows about some diseases you can get just by kissing someone, so he decided to stop kissing everyone, he made it a very important rule, just like always wearing a condom.
Well at least that's what he wants to believe but the truth is Logan's scared of feelings, or more of getting hurt because of feelings and he knows kisses are one of his most powerful weakness. He had always felt like his soul controls the kissing and his body the sex.
Just a little peck and he becomes completely vulnerable, those were the ones that made his heart skip a beat and moan before doing any other sexual move. Kinda weird in a whore, isn't it?
He left the party as fast as he could, without looking like some kind of maniac running, specially cause he felt bad because of Sam, the poor guy who has had a crush on him over a year was left alone and naked in that closet, Logan had this rule of not sleeping with anyone who could fall for him, or him to fall with, but tonight he just needed the fuck, he needed to get rid of all the stress of work, specially because of the long surgery he had that morning.
He arrived home and went directly to his room, in the second floor of his penthouse, he took off his shoes and laid down without thinking and started crying for about an hour before he fell asleep with his eyes swollen.
...He hated losing patients, especially kids.
AN: I did my best to save this story.