Fifty bares his soul. Jeangb. Elliot has always wondered. His world is about to rock when he hears the truth. Will this change his view of his brother? E Grey, C Grey.
A short one off for a beginner. Be kind and review this idea I had in my head.
I don't own any of the characters just borrowing for fun.
Chapter 1.
Elliot pov
Taylor drives us back to the airport to the hanger where my brother's corporate jet is parked. It is white and sleek painted in the GEH livery. As we exit the car Christian and I look at each other with the widest grins on our faces we high five, job done!
Our parents would be proud if they could see us today, well me really. They are used to seeing Christian smart in suit and tie with his CEO personae but are more used to seeing me in work jeans and t shirt. But today we look a bit like a pair of hit men in dark suits, white shirts and matching blue ties. Even Christian's hair is tidy. Yes the Grey boys look good and impressive.
Christian has just made me a 4million dollar deal. I couldn't have done it without him I don't have the same talent he has to manipulate a board of directors, confound them with his youth and knowledge. Still he has made himself a multi billionaire in about seven years since dropping out of Harvard. I've done well in my business of ecological construction but nothing in the same league.
We board the jet and decide to celebrate with a drink or two. The young woman who is part of the cabin crew serves us a light lunch and with a bottle of wine. This evolves into a bottle of bourbon and soon we are just a little bit smashed.
I consider Christian speculatively; He's a good looking guy, with gray eyes that can penetrate into your being. He has copper coloured hair that reflects his temper. Oh yes Christian has a temper and at times is barely held in control.
Seeing me looking at him he scowls
"What?" he asks sharply.
"You're not gay are you?"
"Don't start"
"No, I saw you eyeing the secretary"
"So? A guy can look can't he?"
"Yes but gay guys don't"
"Elliot, it's your assumption that I'm gay. You have no idea about me, just because I don't run around Seattle trying fuck every woman available doesn't mean I'm gay" he looks pissed now.
"It's not just me" I argue "everyone thinks so. You don't date you don't bring anyone home. You go to all these functions but always alone, never with a girl on your arm. What do you expect people to think?"
"Frankly, I don't give a fuck it's none of their business, nor is it yours" his lips grimace into a thin line and takes another drink. Leans back in his seat and closes his eyes.
"Sorry bro, I don't mean to offend. It's just that you,…." I break off not really wanting to prey.
"It's just what!" he snaps
"You let us all think that you are gay, celibate, what ever you. But you obviously get attracted to girls, it's not the first time I've seen you eyeing them up. So, why are there no women in your life?"
"I don't have time" he mumbles "All that hearts and flowers stuff, it's not for me"
I look at him in amazement what's he saying. Which red blooded male doesn't have time for a girl?
He pours himself another drink then pushes the bottle over to me.
He takes a long drink emptying his glass, then pours more, leans back in his seat, takes a deep breath. He seems to come to a decision. He takes another breath.
"I have a very different sexual outlet than most normal guys and its best kept private, for your's and everyone's sake."
" What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Elliot, if I tell you about my life style, you, mom and dad will not want me around"
I'm amazed, what on earth is he saying?
So do you want me to continue?