8 (2)-On a regular basis

Garrett's pov

I ended up telling most of my situation with Brandon, and if I had hoped to gather support, I didn't.

They're against the idea that I'm only hooking up with Brandon. For my parents, he's only taking advantage of me and they don't like the idea that he doesn't seem to be interested in dating and even less so that lifestyle of his.

I only briefly mentioned his lifestyle but it was enough for them to get mad about it.

I tried to convince them there was progress but they don't believe me.

At least my mom is glad that I'm growing bold but she wishes I'd be more insistent on Brandon.

But...for one of the rare times, I don't agree with my mom. I think things are perfect as they are, I'll slowly get him to want me and maybe, he'll be my boyfriend someday. I need to ensure that he changes his lifestyle of his.

I can't go directly about it as it's clear it bothers Brandon greatly when I do. He seems to like that lifestyle but I don't know why.

But regardless, I know my parents want my good but I don't want to cut ties with Brandon. I don't want to lose him.

I feel like I was lucky to have met him that night even if it's not a place I appreciate. I'm glad I went that night, now I met the guy who makes my heart flutter; the guy of my dream.

But that's not all. The more I think about the future, the more I want it to be him to be my future. I want to continue having what I have with Brandon even if it means for now that the only thing I can do is please him via my body.

I'll willing to do anything if it means I get to see him again...

I suddenly get a text and I'm surprised it's the guy I was thinking about.

Huh, I didn't think he'd text me on a Sunday evening, that's a first.

Brandon: Hey, are you busy?

Garrett: Not right now, no, why?

Brandon: Then come to my apartment.

What? No way he wants to see me again so soon? Even on a Sunday night?

I look at the time and notice it's 8 pm.

Ah...it's kinda late and I have work to more but.,

Garrett: You want to see me again? You're not going to the bar.

Brandon: No, don't feel like it, I feel like getting a piece of you.

Oh gosh...this is so tempting.

Again, he wants to see me instead of going to the bar. This makes me more happy than I thought.

I know I have work tomorrow but I can go for another quickly.

Garrett: You want me to come now?

Brandon: Yes, I want you, Rett.

Ah, I can feel his husky voice through the phone, I can tell how much he wants me even if it's a text.

There's no way I'm saying no to that.

Garrett: I'll be there in 10 minutes, is that fine?

Brandon: Yes, I already can't wait to see you.

Omg he wants to see me! He's said!

I rapidly put on a jacket and leave straight to my car eager to get there asap. I can't believe he wants to see me! Once again!

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Well...things didn't end up going as planned but it was more than ok because of how good last night was.

I ended up staying way longer than expected and by then, even if it was risky considering I would have work the next day, I chose to sleep over.

I know not ideal even more since I have no clothes for work as I had left in a hurry last night.

But we've just woken up and even if I'm getting used to waking up in the same bed as Brandon, today it feels weird because I know I need to do my morning routine and I'm not in my own home.

"Morning," He says steering and getting up, and yes he's naked as always,

"Morning..." I say silently thinking about how to make my morning routine when I've never done so in years.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" He asks with that I interpret as concern.

"It's just that I have work this morning and...I don't have clothes and I have to eat end.."

"You can eat here if you want, but don't expect that I'll be cooking." He smiles nonchalantly and I release a breath of relief not realizing at that moment that he's letting me stay longer.

"Thanks, and my clothes? I can't wear the same clothes to work." I say still agitated and he frowns.

"Really? What's wrong with that? They didn't see you wearing that outfit." He says confused.

"But it's improper..." I say uncomfortable with the idea.

"I don't see why not but what kind of clothes do you need?" He asks pondering. Ah him pondering when he's naked is not helping this situation.

"The kind you've seen me with on Friday," I say simply.

"What time is it?" He asks and I look at my phone.

"6:30," I say.

"And at what time do you need to get to work?" He asks.

"At 8:30."

"Hm, that's more than enough time for you to eat breakfast, shower, leave for your house and get dressed up there." He says shrugging but I'm still hesitant about the idea.

"But what clothes will I wear to get there?" I ask worried and he sighs annoyed.

"You can either keep your pyjamas I landed you or put on the clothes from yesterday, I'll do you no harm."

"But...it's ridiculous no?" I say still hesitant and he sighs growing frustrated.

"No one will see you Rett, now stop complaining, you'll be fine. We're already wasting time as it is." He says frustrated and that startles me but I choose not to argue against it.

"Yeah, you're right...Um, so I'm the one making breakfast?" I ask unsure.

"Yeah, I don't really cook," He says indifferently.

Wow...so he doesn't know how to cook. I wonder what type of food does he eat? Now I feel kinda bad.

And I have a new growing feeling, I want to impress him. I want him to have another reason to like me.

"Ok, I'll cook. I'm used to this." I say certain hoping he'll be excited but unfortunately not.

"Yeah, whatever," He says indifferently and my smile diminishes.

Why is he suddenly being cold again? I hate it when he's like that. I wish he'd remain on his flirty side or that he'll keep being interested in me.

I chose to get out of bed and determined I go straight to his kitchen.

His kitchen is really small and the appliances are not in very good shape but it's ok, I'll do what I can. I need to at least eat breakfast for work and now I get to chance to cook for someone else. I love cooking for others.

I take some time to get familiar with everything and look for the ingredients I have in position. It's not a lot, which disappoints me but I settle for some eggs and bread.

As I start cooking, I notice that Brandon gets out of the bathroom. Oh yeah, he had taken a shower. It feels weird that he did.

He comes into the small kitchen all dressed up in his casual clothes and sits down in the only two neglected chairs at the small table.

"Hey, what are you making?" He asks curious.

Ah, I'm relieved he's no longer in a strange bad mood.

"Eggs and toast. There's not a whole lot but I hope you'll appreciate it." I say apologetically as I continue tending to the eggs.

"Yeah, it's fine." He says nonchalantly and he's back to his indifferent self.

Why is acting this way? Am I a bother to him? I thought we were finally getting along...

It doesn't take long to finish what I'm making. I find some plates in the cabinets and there's next to none. Wow, it really doesn't feel like there's some love in this apartment. Is this how he lives every day?

I take the plates and place them on the table, then I sit down.

"Here, I'm done. I hope you'll like it." I smile hopefully and he smiles awkwardly as he takes a bite.

"So?"

"It's good," He simply says and that disappoints me.

Oh...I thought he'd least be nicer about it.

We eat in silence and it feels awkward.

This is disappointing...I thought that maybe we'd talk or something but he seemed uninterested...This hurts...It really feels like he only cares if it's my body. He seems to have no interest in engaging in anything about me outside of sex or getting to know me...

I hope I'll get to change that soon...

We finish eating and I anticipate washing the dishes but Brandon stops me from doing so.

"Nah, leave them there, I'll take care of it later," He says and that is a shock to me.

What? He doesn't do the dishes? But...that's not very neat. How he not do that automatically after eating? And how can he not want a guest to wash the dishes? I'm used to that, that's how I was raised.

"Are you sure?" I say still scandalized by his lack of manners.

"Yeah, and besides don't you have to leave soon? It's near 7:30." He says indifferently and I look at the time.

Oh no, he's right. I need to go faster.

"Can I shower here?" I ask making sure the offer still stands. I fear he wants me to leave.

"Yeah, I said earlier you can." He says a bit annoyed and that bothers me but I let it slide.

"Ok, thanks,"

I take my clothes from last night and head for the shower.

Again this feels weird, I know I've done it the moment after we met but...this time it's different, we're both heading to work soon.

I blush at the idea of a couple's morning routine as I head into the shower and turn on the water.

But my excitement doesn't last long as I'm reminded about how little interested Brandon is being this morning. It's far from a couple's
morning routine.

I wash myself quickly, and then eventually get off the shower, dry myself and put on the clothes from yesterday.

Ah, it feels strange to do so. It feels like I'm breaking the rules or something. Oh well, I'm in a rush so...

By the time I get out, it's almost 8, and I don't find Brandon, I look around and find him in his room.

"Hey, I'll be going now so..." I say hoping he'll say anything, just anything. He turns his head and looks at me.

"Ah yeah sure," He says seeming bored.

"Um, will we see each other again?" I ask hesitant and I blush at the idea. And luckily his flirty self makes a return.

"Yeah, how about tonight? You and me we have fun but you can leave earlier, that good?" He grins at the idea and even it slightly disappoints me that he only seems to want to see me for my body but I still smile relieved we'll see each other so soon.

"Yeah, it works for me, sorry for today, by the way," I say apologetically.

"Nah, it's fine, you just couldn't get enough of me last night." He winks and I blush.

"Don't make me aroused right before work," I warn and he chuckles amused.

"Nah, as tempting as it is, I won't, I wouldn't want the same thing to happen to me, I've got work soon too." He grins.

"Yeah, well I guess I'll see you tonight?" I say a bit awkwardly, not used to all this.

"Yes, see ya." He smiles and I smile too.

I wait for a second hoping to get a kiss but I don't, it's disappointing but I let it slide.

I leave his apartment and go to my car and I can't help but smile like an idiot.

He wants to see me again, even during the week! This will be the 4th time! Wow, it really is becoming a regular thing just like I want.

As much as it worries me to see he has a lack of interest in me for anything out of sex, I'm just glad that we'll be doing this on a regular basis.