Author's Chapter Notes:

Respected

Mr. Gregor Mann, Mr. Christian Mann

And

Mr. Oliver Sable

I need to have a business discussion with all three of you.

Meet me in my chambers at the Center on 25th August.

Exactly at 8 PM.

I hate tardiness so please don't be late.

Thanking You

(Scribbled signature)

Roman Wild

"Welcome back!" Gregor greeted his brother as the champion boxer entered the flat share followed closely by Olli.

"So do I even need to ask?" Gregor grinned

"Oh God! What. ." Christian sighed in satisfaction as he draped himself over the blue couch Olli snuggling beside him.

"It feels so great. Finally being able to be honest about myself. What a rush." He turned to Olli and kissed the smiling cherry lips. Gregor watched the blissful pair and he felt elated by the couple's utter happiness.

"Bring out the costliest champagne we have. We'll celebrate tonight. All drinks will be on the house." Christian proclaimed giving his brother his widest grin.

"Not so fast little brother. Something came up."

He came back into flat-share holding an envelope bearing the Wild emblem.

Gregor pulled out a stiff triple embossed paper from the envelope. He re-read the clearly printed message on it and passed it to his brother. Gregor left the couple alone to read Roman's order and headed down to the bar to help Miriam.

Olli read the words and was completely confused by the cryptic message.

'Business discussion' with them.

"What the hell is this about?" Olli asked baffled.

Christian looked at him and said with a sad smile, "Can't you guess. It's obvious isn't it? He knew we'd be back home today."

"What? What has our coming home got to do with anything?" Olli was now confused by Christian's obscure statements.

"Olli!" Christian rolled his eyes, thumping his chest the blond man said "Me. Gay-Boxer. Roman-Promoter." He finished pointing in the general direction of the window towards the street.

"Huh! Christian why are talking like Tarzan. Speak in full sentences please."

Christian looked at his gorgeous partner and wondered why his extremely cute boyfriend was just a little dim witted.

He blew out a long drawn breath and explained to the angelically alluring face, "He wants to meet us to terminate my contract. It's blatantly obvious."

"Why would he do such a thing?" Olli asked frowning at him.

"Because I'm gay."

"Well he's gay too. That's like so hypocritical."

Christian pulled Olli towards himself, kissing the raven head he explained "My dearest love Roman is first and foremost a business man. He is concerned with profits and loss statements. I wouldn't be an asset to the center. Who would want to fight a Gay Boxer? I would pull in nothing but bad publicity. So he has to cut his losses and do the needful. Which in this case would be to fire me."

"That's just wrong." Olli huffed.

Placing his forefinger under Olli's chin he gently tilted up the older man's face so he could look directly into the sad and dimming green eyes. "Olli life isn't fair. We have to take what we get."

"You'd be giving up your dream. All because of me."

"Olli I've told you a hundred times our relationship and you are more important to me than anything ... everything else."

"But you've worked so hard to get where you are now. It will all be for nothing."

"Not completely I have all my medals and trophies to remind me that I had given it my best try."

Olli caressed his face and placed a deep kiss on his mouth.

"So what will you do after...?" Olli asked hugging his soon to be jobless boyfriend.

"I don't know. I think I'd like working for you. Having a sexy bartender is always good for business. Maybe I could even do exotic dances at bacholerette parties we host. You do say I'm totally awesome at stripping."

Olli wasn't amused and started to pull away.

"Go ahead. Joke about serious stuff. See if I care?"

Christian pulled him back into his arms and held on tightly as Olli squirmed

"Olli! Can we please think about it after we've met Roman. It could be about something completely unrelated to boxing."

Olli's brain whirred, he stilled and stared at Christian

"Do you think he saw the interview and ..."

"Could be..."

"I hope it is ... finally ... Deniz can come back home." Olli whispered with hope. They sat together hugging, hoping and praying for their young friend.

"Welcome, it's great to see all of you after such a long time. Especially you Olli."

"Me? Why me?" Olli had an inkling but decided to play dumb

"Come on you know exactly why. We'll go into details later"

"So Olli I must ask. Christian must be something extraordinary in bed."

Olli blushed and started to answer but Roman interrupted him "or is it just the money?"

"What?"

"Or is it both?" Roman asked cocking an eyebrow and giving a cruel smirk.

Olli was feeling very uncomfortable.

Roman got up from his chair and walked around the desk. He came to stand right behind Olli's chair. Caressing down the club owner's arms he lifted them both up so he could examine the hands, "Look at that. Tsk,tsk,tsk ... more than two years together and not even a promise ring on the finger." He dropped both of Olli's hands.

All the three guests goggled at Roman and were flabbergasted dumb by his very odd behaviour.

Gregor was the first to find his voice and he called out Roman on it.

"Roman stop beating round the bush. Just spit out whatever you want to say."

Roman went on as if Gregor was invisible. He kept staring at Olli until he had resumed his place behind his desk.

He rested his elbows on the arms rests of his chair and steepling his fingers now asked, "So how many were there, besides Deniz, who helped you get over the pain of having a closeted boyfriend."

Olli sighed in relief

*Oh! So Roman thought he was informing Christian about what a cheating slut his boyfriend was.*

He flung himself on Christian and said theatrically, "Oh Christian! My love! My life! My everything! Please forgive me. I cheated on you. I cheated on you with Deniz ..."

He stopped for a beat looking at Christian with an over the top pleading expression, then continued enthusiastically in a rush as he counted off on his fingers , "and Gregor and Fabian and Constantin and Judith and Sebastian and of course Lydia not to forget Tom and Ulli. And oh yah! I had a threesome with Andi and Helena. Hmmm ten people." He said holding up both his hands fingers spread to indicate the number "Not bad wouldn't you say." He fluttered his eyelashes, Christian snickered and gave him a kiss.

The Mann brothers burst out laughing and Olli joined in their merriment, while Roman just stared at the three wondering if they had all collectively lost their minds.

Gregor was the first to sober up.

"I think it's time we told him the whole sordid truth."

"What sordid truth?" Roman enquired frowning his heart on the verge of palpitating

Things slowly started to add up; his life really was a soap opera thanks to Deniz.

"Wait a minute. Please don't tell me."

Roman wanted to hit something. He wanted to strangle Deniz.

"I don't wanna hear it. How could I be so stupid. With his sense of loyalty he would have done anything for me. Then what I saw that evening was all..."

"A pile of horseshit." Christian blandly completed for him.

"How could you do this to me? And to him?" Roman yelled at them making all three men wince.

"We did it for your own good." Gregor said slowly trying to sooth his friend's anger.

"For my own good? What the fuck are you talking about?" Roman yelled

"It was the catalyst that made you the Olympic Gold Medalist." Gregor pointed out.

"Okay! Alright! I get it." His anger slowly losing its grip on him.

"Just tell me whose brilliant idea was this?"

"Mike's" Christian and Olli chorused.

"I should have known. Mike had a problem with Deniz from day one. What did Mike exactly tell him?" Roman questioned eyes narrowed.

"That if you didn't get a medal in the Olympics your father would cut you off without a penny." Gregor answered.

"And Deniz believed it." Roman was stunned.

" Uh ... Huh. So did we." The older Mann informed.

"Oh God. So he wanted to make sure I wasn't left penniless and destitute." Then he said through gnashed teeth "I'm going to snap Mike's scrawny neck."

"But it's the truth isn't it. Your father would have cut you off definitely if you hadn't made it." Christian queried.

"He couldn't touch a damn cent. My grandfather left me controlling shares of everything when I came out and my asshole of a father was trying to disown me. My father was nothing more than a guardian of my property till the day he died. Anything and everything to do with this place I've had the final say in it since I turned 21. That foolish noble boy."

He took in a calming breath before asking, "Where the hell is he anyway? He's no longer in Essen is he?"

Gregor shook his head. "No, he left Essen the very next day."

"So where has he been these last couple of years?"

"Cologne."

"Cologne? What's he doing there of all places?"

"Attending College."

Roman took in a deep breath and then enquired.

"How is he?"

"Fine uptil now. He's been getting threats. They want him off the team."

"It's time he came home. He belongs here."

"He's already in his second year of college. Moving him now wouldn't be such a good idea."

TBC