Arranged Marriage (BoyxBoy)

Crazy Monkey

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*Micah Payne's POV*

"Marry my son." I blinked at him.

"Excuse me?"

There was a rotund mental patient sitting in the kitchen wearing a very expensive suit. By some psychopathic leap in logic he also seemed quite determined to talk me, a twenty year old man, into marrying his teenage son. Yes, I was gay, but nobody knew that. Between two part time jobs and raising my three siblings, I had not had the time to think about dating since we all officially became orphans. Hell, I'd even had to drop out my senior year of high school to earn enough money to be given legal guardianship of my younger siblings. We had some aunts and uncles who would have tried to take us in, but they weren't any better off than we were - which tends to happen when you try to stretch finances over ungodly amounts of children, I swear my family has never heard of birth control! And, no way in hell was I letting child services take us in. My siblings were way too cute; they'd be adopted and we'd be separated immediately.

"Huh?" I responded, realizing the crazy ape was talking to me again.

"I said, Mr. Payne, that I am very much serious about my offer. And, should you accept you'd never again have to worry about your family's financial straits. Think about it, then come to my office Monday to let me show you exactly what you'd be agreeing to. Arrange to stay the night." He handed me something as he passed me on his way out the door, a nervous little girl following him out. "To prove my sincerity."

My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the number on the check. I'd whore myself for that kind of money! I started to think about this more seriously. I thought of poor Kennedy, how she hadn't understood why they couldn't go to camp this summer. Jeffery, and how he'd have to give up both sports and music again this year. Abby, her sweet smile, and how I had been dreading the pathetic excuse of a birthday she'd have next week. This unexpected windfall would catch us up with the bills and still leave enough for actual presents. Not just for Abby's birthday, but for Jeffery and Kennedy, maybe even the real Christmas presents I still owed them. If the check actually cleared, that is. But if it did...Well, all rich people were crazy, weren't they. And, if all I had to do was satisfy one kinky teenage boy...Let's just say, come Monday morning, I'd suck any cock the rich psychotic man asked me to.

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