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Chapter 8:Didn't See That Coming

"What do you think? Is he a top or a bottom?" Chad asked point-blank as he pointed at a tall lanky blonde in a blue tank top and tight hot pants. As usual, he was spending a lovely Saturday night at Jupiter's with his best friends.

Puck smirked as he downed the rest of his Martini. That guy Chad was pointing at was definitely a bottom. Of course he knew about that because last night, the guy had been sobbing in pleasure beneath him as he begged for him to go deeper and harder.

"I think he's a bottom." Finn answered. "The hot pants gave it away."

Chad gave Finn a funny look and Puck snickered. "The hot pants gave it away?" Chad repeated in an incredulous tone. "So it means that if he's prancing around in a G-string he's a huge nelly bottom?" He asked sarcastically. "The length of the clothing doesn't make you a top or a bottom."

"It's just my opinion Chad Michael." Finn scoffed as he gave Chad a death glare.

Puck cleared his throat and the two looked at him simultaneously. "He's a bottom. I should know. I fucked him last night." Puck said coolly as he lit a cigarette and took a long pull.

Chad rolled his eyes at him. "Everybody becomes a bottom with you Puckerman. Right Finn?" He turned his eyes at Finn who in returned, blushed deeply but nodded all the same. "And please, we don't want to hear about your conquest because it's getting old by the minute."

"You're just jealous because I'm getting laid and you twats, are not." Puck said matter-of-factly as he eyed a curly haired dude who passed them by. Curly winked at him and gestured at him to follow. "I could feel a blowjob coming my way, I'll see you guys in fifteen minutes tops."

And just as he was about to follow the guy, Chad yanked him by the collar of his shirt. "Not so fast Puckerone, I'm seeing your wifey at three o' clock."

Puck stepped back and followed Chad's line of vision.

Damn it. It was Kurt Hummel, wearing a sleeveless white cotton shirt which hugged his body on all the right places and a pair of jeans which looked painted on those shapely legs.

Puck felt blood rushed to his southern regions.

***!***

"What are you doing here?" Puck asked as soon as he saw him approaching their table near the bar. "Aren't you supposed to be with grandpa and baking cookies?"

Kurt rolled his eyes at Puck's arrogance. Well, it was true that he spent the day with grandpa as they both learned baking different kinds of cookies with a hired culinary instructor but he decided that Operation Piss Puck should be in operation starting tonight.

"That was a while ago. Am I not allowed to be here?" Kurt asked in an annoyed tone. "Plus, I don't think you own the place, anyone can be here if they want to."

"Actually, he does own the place." A blonde guy beside Puck said. "By the way I'm Chad and this is Finn." He added as he pointed at the quiet tall guy standing beside him. The guy gave him a small smile and a wave.

Puck owns the place?Kurt thought warily. The bastard was really filthy rich.

"I only own half the place." Puck amended but Kurt's amusement was still intact. Wholly-owned, partly-owned, they were all the same.

"So it means, I also own half the place." Kurt said smugly. Puck raised an eyebrow. "As your fiancé, I will also own whatever you have, soon." He added but was not entirely what he was getting at. He just said that to annoy Puck. It was the reason why he came in here in the first place.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Puck asked in a dark tone. "We are going to have a pre-nup if that's what you're getting at." He added and as soon as he said the words, Chad and Finn excused themselves hastily. Kurt knew that the two could smell an impending fight.

Kurt, of course, knew about the pre-nup. He knew that Puck was not stupid to marry him without it. It might be a forced marriage but it would still be legal. But of course, like had promised, he was nobody's bitch and Puck would learn the hard way.

"Oh Noah, grandpa won't be happy if he found out about it. It would mean that you don't trust me and you don't love me enough." Kurt said and he willed himself not to laugh at the look of incredulity on Puck's face.

"We will have the pre-nup whether grandpa likes it or not." Puck said in a rather calm tone and Kurt was surprised at his sudden change of mood. "I know grandpa really likes you but it doesn't mean that he will allow such crazy thing like not having a pre-nup."

As much as Kurt didn't want to admit it, Puck was right. The Puckermans were old time billionaires and he knew that they valued what they have. They would do anything to protect their estate and that anything included pre-nuptial agreements.

"Grandpa could still change his mind." Kurt said. "I can still change his mind."

Puck frowned at him. "What are you getting at Hummel?"

"I just realized that since I'm already heavily indebted to you because of the mortgage, I would just have to settle with getting what is yours." Kurt said as his heart pounded against his ribcage. He really didn't mean it but Puck was getting in his defenses, making him say things he didn't mean to say. He had no intentions of taking over anything owned by Puck. He just wanted to give Puck the idea that he could do that so that Puck wouldn't think of him as a weak person who couldn't do anything about a certain situation.

Puck stared at him like he'd grown an extra arm. Without warning, Puck grabbed his left arm and dragged him towards the exit. Puck immediately let him go as they stepped outside into the cool night air.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Puck asked through gritted teeth as his eyebrows met at the center. "Are you planning to takeover the company with your inexperience and childishness by using grandpa?"

Kurt's nose flared. He might be inexperienced but he definitely wasn't childish. "I could easily tell him that you just forced me into marrying you because you don't want to lose the company."

Puck let out a harsh laugh. "You do that and everything you own would just be a memory." Puck warned in a hard tone that made him shivered slightly. "Did you know that I did a lot of company takeovers the past years? Taking over your little tire shop in Ohio would be cake. Uh..no, let me amend that, it would be tiny cupcake."

Kurt glared at Puck. He couldn't believe that Puck was pure evil when it came to business. No scratch that, Puck was pure evil when it came to anything. "Well, you can't do that if you're a jobless, penniless jackass." He retorted as he balled his right hand into a tight fist.

Puck smirked that sexy smirk but Kurt was too angry to appreciate it. "I still have my trust fund to do that little takeover. Come to think of it, I could turn that shop into my own private parking lot whenever I'm in Ohio." He said coolly.

Kurt breathed deeply. He was fuming mad. He knew that Puck would do that. Why did the bastard always come up with a counter attack? And of course, he couldn't risk losing their tire shop to Puck. His dad had worked hard for it and the shop had been with them since he was little and he knew how much his dad valued it.

"I'm hearing crickets now Kurt. Why the silence?' Puck asked smugly. The bastard knew that he'd won this little battle.

"Fine. I'm going to keep my mouth shut by don't expect me to be a submissive husband to you." Kurt said, the word husband left bitter taste in his mouth.

"Don't worry Hummel, I don't expect you to." Puck said as he gave him a lazy smile. "So if you'll excuse me, a blowjob is waiting for me."

Kurt shoot daggers at the back of Puck's head as he watched him disappeared inside the club. Why was it that an annoying person was trapped inside that smoking hot body?

And did he just describe Puck's body as smoking hot? Oh crap, his mind was definitely all over the place when Puck was around.

He definitely needed a round of Cosmo.

***!***

"C'mon Kurtie, shake that booty!" Chad shouted over the music as they both danced at the middle of the dance floor.

Kurt giggled as he made grinding motion with his hips and he could hear people cat whistling at his direction. It was almost an hour ago since his fight with Puck and as soon as he stepped back inside, Chad yanked him towards the dance floor. Chad denied his protests and insisted that good tight pants shouldn't be wasted by just sitting around. Kurt succumbed to Chad's request and he just found himself really enjoying the music.

"Did he fuck you already?' Chad asked out of the blue as he danced behind him then stepped around so he could face him again.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Nope." Not in a million years.He mentally added. Chad looked at him with round eyes and he knew that Chad didn't believe him. "I swear Chad."

"Saving yourself for the wedding night?" Chad asked and Kurt stopped abruptly. Crap, crap, crap. Of course the honeymoon. Why did he forget about that? "Because if I were you, I would definitely let Puckerman fuck me every night until I pass out."

Kurt smiled at him awkwardly. "Let's rest for a while." He said as he walked back towards their table, Chad at his heels. At their table, Puck was currently talking to an Asian guy. Kurt saw the Asian slipped a piece of paper in front of Puck then quickly walked away.

"I never thought that an innocent looking twat like you could do dirty things on the dance floor." Puck teased as he soon as he sat down. Kurt ignored that comment as he grabbed a bottled water from the table and twisted the cap. "You definitely – " His word were cut off and silence followed.

Kurt immediately looked at Puck and wondered why Puck suddenly stopped talking. He then noticed that Puck's eyes were focused on something at the middle of the dance floor. He quickly followed his line of vision and saw a guy with blonde hair almost touching his shoulders. The guy looked so gorgeous and now Kurt knew why Puck suddenly stopped talking. Almost everybody was looking at the guy who looked like he just stepped off from a catwalk. The guy was slim and he was about Kurt's height and there was something in him that looked like royalty.

"Holy dipshit. Is that Paris?" Chad asked loudly behind him. "Fucking hell, it definitely is Paris Vanderbilt."

"Paris Vanderbilt?" Kurt repeated as his eyes focused on the beauty at the middle of the dance floor. He craned his neck at Puck's direction to see his reaction.

Puck was no longer there.