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Troye's weakness for alpha males is well documented. He enjoys being dominated, enjoys the pull of big hands and the weight of someone on top of him, but he enjoys not giving in more, overthrowing them with a flick of his tongue and bringing them to their knees with a finger. That's why they keep coming back. It isn't for the sex - they could fuck any one - it's about more than that. Not just his discretion or the opportunity to do things to him that make their hands shake as they follow him across the line they drew in the sand a few minutes before, but it's also about giving into him. About letting go and knowing that he'll be there to break their fall.

So the footballer he's seeing - let's call him Karl - is his wild card. That's what Charlotte refers to him as, anyway, and Troye supposes he is. His other clients are older and married with children not much younger than he is. They take him to dinner at Claridge's and watch his lips as he eats his steak and listens to them complain about the house they're building in Umbria. But Karl is younger than him and just wants to fuck in his big white bed in his big white house that was in OK! magazine last month.

Charlotte can't stand him. She thinks he's vulgar, with his shaved head and Bermondsey accent. 'He should be a plumber,' she always says with a slight sneer when Troye mentions him, fiddling with her wedding ring, but that's what Troye likes about him. Yes, he's cocky, but he's spun something out of nothing. Karl did it. He got out. He didn't listen to the people who told him to go to university, the ones who shook their heads and told him that for every David Beckham there are three hundred other kids who end up stacking shelves in a supermarket. And guess what? He scored more last season than David Beckham did his entire career so maybe he is cocky, but he has every right to be.

He'd be stacking shelves in a supermarket if he wasn't.

Troye can't help but admire that. Okay, Karl's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, as his mother would say, but he has a certain charm. A swagger. And he has a body that Troye wants to lick, his skin tight and tattooed and always too warm. Plus, he's twenty-one so, without being crude, he has a lot of stamina. He's never late or tired or distracted by his phone. He just wants to be fucked and Troye obliges, fucking him into the bed until Karl's face is red and he's panting that he can't take it. But he does - he always does - and while he doesn't make Troye's hand shake, it's worth it just for that, to see the look on his face when Troye takes him to the edge and dangles him off.

When he got married last month, Troye wasn't surprised, but after their final fuck - the pink petals from his boutonnière falling at Troye's feet - Troye indulged him in one last kiss because he's a lot of things, but he isn't cruel. He knew it wasn't over, that he'd call, and when he does, two days into his honeymoon, Troye's heart sings at the complement, but he doesn't answer. Charlotte will turn his bollocks into earrings when she finds out, but Troye doesn't care because there are still some lines he won't cross, it seems, and he's glad because he thought he couldn't see them any more.

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Before Karl got married, he referred a friend to Charlotte, let's call him Chris. That's how it works: Troye only goes by referrals. I think we have a friend in common, they're supposed to say when they call or see him sitting in a bar, nursing an £18 gin and tonic, which is all very le Carré, but that's part of the game as well. Actually, it isn't a game at all because the whole thing falls apart if they're not discrete. And yeah, okay, he does enjoy it - the thrill of it, the subterfuge. He enjoys the sideway glances and watching someone gradually inch towards him, waiting for whoever he's with to go to the toilet. And he enjoys the way they say it - I think we have a friend in common - their voice shaking and their gaze darting between everything else in the room except him, but Troye knows it's not a game because there are lives on the line. Careers and families and little girls' hearts. Little girls who think their daddy is the greatest and Troye would never do anything to make them find out that he isn't.