Getting Something Wrong, Right
Bobby Smith looked at the text on this phone and wondered who the hell sent it to him.
Hey sexy lady, we still on for tonight?
I can hardly wait to feel your soft body up against my hard chest.
While Bobby really wished he was going out on a date, since his last boyfriend dumped him on Valentine’s during dinner at a fancy restaurant then left him to pay the bill, which he could barely afford. He was able to make sure that his daughter ate, but he was left with crackers and peanut butter for the rest of the month until he got his next paycheck.
Umm, I think you have a wrong number. I’m most definitely not a lady, nor do I have a date for tonight.
Bobby put away his phone, thinking that would be the end of the mystery, but it suddenly vibrated in his pocket.
You sure? I could have sworn this was the right number. 204-555-6974.
Laughing, Bobby leaned up against the counter where he was just finishing the dishes. Someone was given a wrong number as a brush off.
I think you were given a wrong number. While this is my number, I didn’t give it to you.
Bobby almost felt sorry for the guy, but at least he was out there trying to find someone, while he had given up.
Would you like to go out with me then?
While he was tempted, Bobby knew there was one important detail the guy was not paying attention to.
What part of I’m not a lady did you miss? I’m a guy, a man.
Setting down his phone on the counter, he expected that to be the end of the texts. Putting away the last dish, Bobby was surprised when his phone vibrated again. Shaking his head, he picked it up.
You still want to go out?
Holy popsicle sticks, he hadn’t been expecting that. Not sure how to proceed, Bobby could only stare at his phone.
You still there cutie?
Bobby snorted at the phone.
What makes you think I’m cute?
He watched at the little bouncing balls that let him know the other person was typing.
Then tell me what you look like so I can be the judge of how cute you are.
Rolling his eyes, Bobby knew it was dangerous to play this game, so he decided to give him just a bit of information.
Green eyes, red hair, five-feet seven inches, and more freckles then you can count.
Bobby moved to the kitchen doorway and turned off the light and headed to Lexi’s bedroom. After picking up the covers from the floor and putting them back on her and Mrs. Floppy, he headed to his room.
Do you mind going out with another man, or do you only date women?
Shaking his head, Bobby put his phone down on his nightstand, then proceeded to get ready for bed. After doing his bathroom routine of peeing, washing and brushing his teeth, he undressed and put on sleep pants and a t-shirt. Once he was ready for bed, turned off the light and moved to the bed. When he got under the covers, he grabbed his phone and looked at the messages.
You still there, or did you give up on me?
Nope, I got ready for bed. Why are you still texting me?
Bobby wasn’t trying to be rude, but he didn’t understand why the guy was still bothering to keep asking him out.
Because you haven’t been an asshole and yell at me, telling me to go fuck myself.
Wow, what kind of people did this guy know?
Not to be rude, but what kind of people do you know? No one should be talking to you like that.
Bobby once again watched the little bubbles bounce on the screen.
I don’t know. They are the ones I see at the clubs and at work. The ones my brothers and friends introduce me to.
Bobby could only shake his head.
I know you can’t change your brothers, but I think you need new places to hang out, or new friends. They don’t sound like very good people to me. They sound like the only care about themselves, not about you.
Hoping he wasn’t sounding like he was being too preachy, but it sounded like this guy needed a real friend more than a date.
How do you figure that?
Trying not to sprain himself from how hard he rolled his eyes, Bobby looked back at his phone.
Well, for one thing, some woman gives you my phone number instead of hers. For another, if your brothers or friends really did care about you, then they would be trying to set you up with a person who would be someone who could be a partner for you. Someone who you could come home to at the end of the day, someone who you would want to share your life with, and theirs with you.
Bobby stared at his phone for a few minutes, not seeing any of the little bubbles letting him know that someone was texting him back, so he figured that the other person gave up. He reached over and put his phone on the wireless charger and snuggled down in his bed, getting comfy and getting close to drifting off to sleep, when his phone vibrated.
How did you know?
Poor guy, Bobby thought. He really doesn’t see how lonely he is, even with all those other people surrounding him. While Bobby might only have Lexi in his life, but the love he had from her was so unconditional that, even though he was lonely, he would never give it up for just a one-night fling. Bobby knew how fortunate he was, and he knew he was worth so much then just a fling. Taking a deep breath, he decided to offer the guy an olive branch.
Because you are worth more then others leave you feeling you are worth. I might not know you, but even I can see that you aren’t being treated fairly by those who are supposed to care for you unconditionally, and that’s not how it should be.
No, I can’t go out on a date with you, but would you like to meet for coffee?
To be continued...
Winning the huge lotto jackpot should have made Ken Moore’s life better, but instead it turned his life into a living hell. Finding some peace in his new remote home, Ken turns to writing about the love he dreams of, never really expecting to meet the man of his dreams. A forest fire changes all his perceptions, when he finds his dream man stranded on the side of the road.
When Charlie Brandt and his grandfather had to run from the same forest fire, he thought they were going to die when their old car stalled out and wouldn’t start again. In a remote area, with very few people, hoping for a miracle wasn’t easy. The last thing Charlie expected when he waved down a passing car, was to meet a special man Charlie felt an instant connection to.
Finding out that Ken was the huge lotto winner didn’t concern Charlie, but his pride wouldn’t let him allow Ken to keep buying stuff for him. He had never taken advantage of anyone before, and he refused to start now. But that money was important to a lot of other people too. When an old terror from Ken’s past, and a new one join together to destroy Ken and take his money, will Charlie be able to keep him safe?
“Holy. Shit!” Ken Moore looked at the person who was staring at him in shock. “What are you saying?”
“You won dude.” The poor kid looked even more shocked then he felt. “You won the lottery! You are the only winner for the jackpot. Do you have any idea how much money that is?”
“Lots?” Ken timidly asked.
“Dude, you won over a billion dollars.”
“How do I get it?”
The kid turned around and started to rummage through a drawer, mumbling to himself. Ken chose to ignore what the kid was saying.
“Here, you need to fill out this form.” Thrusting out a piece of paper to Ken, the kid also grabbed a pen and gave that to him.
After quickly filling out the form, Ken looked back up to the kid, who was looking at him as if he had just grown a set of horns from the top of his head.
“I guess you need to take that and go to the office listed on the page. You should keep all this put away somewhere safe until you get there. I also suggest you don’t tell anyone until you get the money. I’m sure there are those who would try to steal that from you, cause this is a shit ton of money!”
“Will I be okay?” Ken nervously looked around. “I’m not much of a fighter.”
Ken knew he was a wimp, he only stood four foot nine. He’d been picked on his whole life.
“How did you get here?”
“I drove, my car is right there.” Ken pointed out the window to his small car. He knew it was beat up, but it still ran and got him where he needed to go.
“Get in your car and drive directly to the address on the paper.” The kid ordered. “This way, you will be safe. I’m not kidding dude, this is a shit ton of money and you will need to be safe until you can claim it.”
“Okay, I’m going now.”
“Here, let me walk you to your car.”
The kid quickly came from behind the locked door and stood beside him.
“What’s your name?”
“Sorry, guess you have me still shocked. I’ve never seen anyone win anything big, and this was massive. My name is Randy Smith.”
Ken quickly looked up to the kid, who was grinning at him.
“Yeah, I get teased a lot for my name, but it was the one my mom gave me, and I won’t get rid of it. It would hurt her feelings, so I just put up with it.”
“Your mom must be proud of you.” Ken softly said.
“She was, but I lost her last month.” Randy quietly told him. “She really was my best friend. It has been just us, cause her parents threw her out when she was a teenager for being pregnant with me. She took odd jobs to support us.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all good. I know how much she loved me, and she knew just how much I loved her.”
“I’ll see you later, do you work the same shift here?”
“Yup. The boss is really good, and he lets me work this shift so I can keep going to school.”
Ken and Randy quickly went to his car, and Ken got in as fast as he could.
“Lock the doors and don’t open them again until you get to that office. Drive safe and congratulations, I hope you do something good with all that money.”
Randy closed the door and hurried back into the store before he had a change to respond.
“I most definitely will, starting with you.” Ken said.
Getting the car in gear, he pulled over a block away so he could look at the address. After putting the information in his phone, he looked at Google Maps to see where he needed to go.
Glad it was a short drive, since his nerves were shot, Ken parked his car in a visitor parking spot and went inside and saw someone at the security desk.
“Excuse me, do you know where I’m supposed to go?” Ken asked the man behind the desk, showing him the paper he filled out.
“Holy shit, this was you?”
“I think so.”
“Yeah, according to this paper, it’s you.” The man looked behind himself and called out to the open door. “Hey George, can you come out here. I need to escort this winner upstairs.”
People stopped to stare at him while they waited for George to come out, and he could hear the whispers of people wondering if he was the person who won the huge jackpot. He wasn’t going to let them know that it was him.
Just as people were starting to get brave and move towards him, George came out and the big, actually massive, security guard came over and stood between him and the crowd.
“Do I need to be worried about people?” Ken quietly asked.
The big guy sighed. “Yeah, and it sucks. People get stupid about money, especially this much money. One of the first things I do know, is you should change your cell phone number, and only give it to people you trust. Also, beware of your family, for some reason, they are the worst when it comes to someone winning this much money. They expect you to give them some, just because they are family.”
As soon as they went up to the elevators, one had the doors open just as they got there. Ken was quickly ushered on, and the guard refused to let anyone else get on with them.
“Guess I don’t have to worry about that, they threw me away when I was fifteen when told them I was gay.”
“Fuckers. What about your co-workers?”
“I was just laid off, said they didn’t need me anymore.”
“Well, then I guess you won that at just the right time.” The smile the guy gave him was enough to stop Ken from being able to breathe.
“Can I ask if you can stay with me? All this is beginning to frighten me.”
“I’ll ask, but I still have my job to do.”
“That’s okay, I understand if you can’t.”
As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Ken stood there, looking at the glass doors in front of him. He just stared at them, not sure what to do next.
“Come on, give me your hand.”
The security guard stood there, holding his open hand out to Ken.
“What’s your name?”
Putting his much smaller hand into Derek’s, he gave him a small smile.
“Thank you, Derek. I really do appreciate your help.”
Charlie left and took Coco for a walk around the hotel, looking at the grounds. He also stood there and watched the sky in the distance. He was able to see in the gathering dusk the brightness of the fire. He was thankful that the smoke wasn’t coming in their direction.
Once Coco had done his business on just every tree on the hotel grounds, he was able to head back to the room.
He quietly let them back into the room, able to see that Ken had left on the bathroom light so that he would be able to see.
Taking the leash off Coco’s collar, Charlie went to his luggage and got something clean to sleep in.
Heading into the bathroom, Charlie knew he was going to be taking care of something while he was in there. He knew that he was falling into serious lust for Ken and holding him in his arms earlier had settled something in him that he wasn’t even aware was restless.
Once he had the water at the temperature he liked, Charlie got into the tub. He began to wash the day off his body, but he wasn’t able to ignore the hardness of his cock. Once he was finished with his hair and body, he quickly poured some shampoo in his hand and slowly began to stroke himself.
He imagined it was Ken standing in front of him, slowly rubbing his hands over Charlie’s body. Fingers were pinching and pulling at the hard nubs on his chest, and his nipples hardened at the thought. He slowly continued moving his hand on his cock, but he kept the grip soft, attempting to prolong the pleasure. He moved his other hand down so that he was playing with his balls, rolling the orbs and pulling on them.
The strokes on his cock quickened, tightening his grip. He could feel that he was getting close so on the next upstroke, he twisted his hand around just below the helmet and dipped his nail into the slit.
His reaction was over in an instant, cum burst from his cock and painted the wall of the shower. He groaned out Ken’s name as quietly as he could. In his imagination, he was painting Ken’s body with streaks of white. Claiming the man as his.
Once he had nothing left, Charlie sagged against the wall and tried to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes, he was able to stand on his shaky legs and cleaned up the mess he had made.
Turning off the water, he got out of the shower and made quick work of getting dried and dressed for bed.
Going back out into the room, he was comforted by the quiet snores of his grandfather. Moving to the bed, he got in and tried to get comfortable, but no matter how he tried he wasn’t able to. After a few moments of moving around, Ken rolled over and snuggled up to him.
That was what was missing. Wrapping himself around Ken, Charlie was finally able to find the peace he needed to fall asleep.
I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into the more interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.
I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more then curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse.
I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at https://authordanigray.blogspot.ca/