Chapter 2 | Sabastian
Chapter 2
Sabastian
“H ow do I look?” I said to the camera, and to my thousands of fans after going live on my channel. I had to keep up my appearance, I told myself, passing another round of lip gloss over my lips and straightening my tee, showing off my new body.
Then the comments came in, “You look great, and I’d like to suck your cock.” That was one I was going to block. “You’re gone my friend .” I mumbled, “before I lose my channel.”
I had to stop and answer my followers, and it was a good thing this was private, or I would have been kicked out for months, and put in jail. Jail would last until I protested, but I couldn’t risk that happening now. The comments had been coming in too fast for me to answer everyone.
Some of the comments were great and others were the usual calling me names, and cursing me for being gay and too feminine. Most of the women loved me because I did a lot of unboxing of purses. The nasty comments I ignored, and blocked.
Hey, to each his own, because everyone had to live their lives as they saw fit. As long as I didn’t hurt anyone, then I was good being me. Going live today had been ill-conceived though, especially since I had a so called date. I haven’t had a date in a year since I’d met someone, and we’d come to an understanding it was best to dissolve whatever we had. I was still trying to figure that out.
Checking my phone, I had to get dressed to meet Robby at this restaurant. The minute I cut off my business iPhone, my private phone rang.
“If you want me to meet you at that restaurant, I have to film,” I notified Robby ahead of time which was more than he’d ever done for me. Robby had been my on and off again boyfriend for a mere six months. In that time we lived together, we occasionally engaged in sex because I later discovered he’d been preoccupied with two other lovers. Now it made sense and became too real when he’d show up days later smelling like a strange after shave lotion.
Thank god for condoms, and thank god for a sense of smell that would rival a wolf. It didn’t take long before I confronted him with the truth, and he chose to lie. I didn’t fault him for being deceptive, but I did fault him for the lies I caught him in. If he chose to lie, at least he should have been good at it.
Robby always asked for a favor at the most inopportune times, however, it was something about him I couldn’t get angry with him, and I continued my friendship with him way too long. He made me laugh when I felt down and because of that, I forgave him more times than I’d wanted or liked.
It was Robby and now he was insisting we Facetime now, but I didn’t have time for any small talk and answering questions that should have been answered before we unofficially dissolved our relationship as we knew it then. A relationship of him telling me untruths as he liked to call it, and coming home late. I mean, late like two days late when we were supposed to be in a committed relationship. And there he was showing up looking like something the cat dragged in. It was then I asked for my key, but somehow he managed to fenagle it from me.
“Why do you film everywhere you go?” he questioned, as if I hadn’t told him why a thousand times. I was an influencer and I owed it to my public to tell every aspect of my life if I was going to be authentic.
“I hope in some of those vlogs, you didn’t mention me.” Since I believed in being truthful I had to be with him. “On my walks, I did mention you—”
“Why would you do that, Sam?”
“It’s Sabastian and don’t call me Sam.”
“But that’s my pet name for you.”
“It sounds like a dog, and I don’t want you giving me a pet name. Don’t you have that doctor boyfriend? You can give him a pet name.”
“I call him Dr. Dreamy,” Robby said. “Everything about him is a dream. He has this cut cock you’d—"
“I’m not interested,” I said, stopping him from going into this long story. Still pissed at him, I added, “And you call me Sam when you know my name is Sabastian.”
“It’s not like that’s not part of your name. As long as you discuss me in your vlogs, I’m going to call you Sam because I think that’s a great name, Sam.”
“Well, don’t be surprised when I tell my subscribers how you fucked around on me with Dr. Dreamy.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would because that’s how I make my extra money, and I need extra footage. I can tell the world, you only call after your boyfriends throw you out, and you never seem to have anything including clothes. Why do you not see that coming? They lock you out without clothes when you try to pull those stunts on them that you’re notorious for pulling on me. You spend too much money, Rob, and you’re broke because your Daddies don’t want to put up with your shit, and now you want me to pay for the dinner and drinks. That’s the only reason you invited me out. What about your friends? I can’t pay for their food too, I hope you know, or their drinks.
“Since you’ve moved out, because you said I was always busy, but we know what the truth was and you said I never had enough money for you, and I wasn’t a Daddy. You have issues and I can’t solve your problems, and besides this apartment is too large for me to pay the rent all alone so I have to have a side hustle. I may have to move to Dallas to take another position because they’re offering me a better position with more money.”
For a few minutes the other end of the phone went quiet. I knew what that meant. His mind was trying to figure out how to ensnare me once more, but too much time had passed and now I was immune to his charms. The only reason I agreed to meet Robby at the restaurant was to get footage.
“I’m a saver,” he added, cutting through the silence and my thoughts. “I’m saving for my old age, and those Daddies as you referred to were contributing to my 401 K.”
Robby had the nerve to lie to me again, but this time it didn’t matter to me, he was someone else’s problem. If he could suck cock the way he’d done on me for a few mornings, well, I guess it was worth it to whomever he’d fooled, and good luck and good riddance to him and them.
“You’ve never saved anything in your life, and the only thing you’re saving for is to buy another expensive car, expensive clothes to impress some man who convinced you to leave one man and go to the next. Are you still over at your mother’s?”
“That’s only temporary, Sabastian,” he said, enunciating each syllable.
“Of course, until you find another sucker like me. My advice is to get your own apartment,” I said, “that’s why I broke up with you. We were not on the same page and not compatible. Now if you think you’re going to persuade me for you to move back in, it’s not happening.”
“To tell you the truth—”
“Well, that will be a first,” I added.
“You’re hurting me, Sam.”
“Get over it, and you’re going to have to tell me the truth later, because I have to get dressed and film what I’m wearing before I head out, so save it for the restaurant, the drinks, and the camera.”
“You’re not going to film me?”
“Yes, I am. If you’re expecting me to pay for your dinner and drinks, I have to get something for that meal, because you eat a lot and you drink more. Remember you’re only a friend at this point, and another thing, don’t block me from meeting or talking to other men.”
“None of my friends, okay. Promise me you won’t date them.”
“I can’t make any promises, but I can tell you one thing, after seeing the crowd you’ve been hanging out with lately, there’s nothing there to make my cock hard. They’re probably just like you, looking for someone to take care of them. Now let me finish getting dressed because it takes time to drive to that restaurant. You said it’s near the Galleria, right?”
“Yeah. I’ll text you the address. It’s inside a plush hotel in River Oaks.”
“How convenient,” I mocked. Robby was up to his old tricks again.
It took me an hour between dressing and filming myself, and the drive from my apartment to reach the River Oaks area with all its high-end stores. It was an upscale restaurant inside an upscale trendy hotel. When I pulled up, it was near a car dealership that sold expensive cars. I wondered if Robby had one of those expensive sports cars with his name on it. I checked, but nothing said this belonged to Robert Grahm on the windshield. After window shopping at the dealership, and dreaming a little, I pulled into the space marked valet.
The valet took my Toyota, and I managed to find the restaurant without any problem.
“I’m looking for a party—”
“Yes, I know the one you’re talking about.” The host bounced along and showed me to a table where six dudes I’d recognized as some of Rob’s friends who had been former lovers and potential victims. It was one dude’s birthday party, and they were already singing and drinking when I strode up to the table.
When they glanced up and smiled as if I was the next meal, I said, “Where’s Rob?”
“He hasn’t arrived yet. You know he’s always fashionably late.” That’s just like him. Late for everything and when he did arrive he had plenty of excuses. I felt uncomfortable pulling out my camera, but I had to get some footage, because looking at the menu, I would need to get as much footage as possible to make it worth my subscribers tuning in.
“Do you mind if I film?” I just asked to be polite.
“No. Go right ahead. I’d like to see myself,” Charlie said. He may have been the cutest one at the table if you liked blonds, but I wasn’t into the opposite of me. I liked dudes with dark hair and olive complexions like myself. He would have to be taller, and a good-looking blond dude to catch my attention because I’d sworn off men for a while because of the bad experience I’d had with Robby.
Strange, but I’d liked him and thought we had something that would last. I was so young and so wrong. The friendship lasted longer than the six months I’d met Robby, and he’d cheated on me after moving in and planning a future together. It was in a restaurant just like this where I’d met him and I thought he was my ride or die lover.
In a sense he was—I rode him until the relationship died six months later when I learned someone else had ridden him hard and put him up wet as they would say in Texas, and when we both discovered we weren’t meant to be together. By that time I was in all kinds of debt because of him, and I’d spent too much time in bed with him and forgot to call in sick, and just like that they fired me from my positions as a buyer for this well-known clothing company, but because everyone liked me, they gave me a good recommendation, and I found another job as a buyer of women’s purses and men’s clothing.
Scrambling to get things together after he’d help deplete my savings, he moved out. Something about me not being able to support his needs. That was why I vowed not to look at another cute guy my age. I couldn’t afford my lifestyle, and his either. Maybe I needed a Daddy too, but looking around at the dudes at this table, I’d rather go it alone.
“If you have to film, then could you just put the camera low so you can’t see my face,” one dude said whom I’d never seen or met before. Taking me back to reality and out of my own thoughts about my time with Robby. Once I got Robby out of my headspace maybe I might be able to enjoy myself.
“Sure. No problem. I have to ask before I start filming. I’ll probably just film the food,” I assured them. If I mentioned the restaurant that could get me more views. I had loads of followers, but my views were dropping off.
“He doesn’t want you to upload this on the media sites, and have his friend wondering what he’s doing here with me when he should be at home,” Charlie said.
Charlie grabbed the guy around his shoulder and brought him close to him, kissed him and then he began feeding him with the same spoon. If they were that close, then why were they fooling around on their significant others?
I didn’t have all the answers because at twenty-five I had a lot to learn, and Robby taught me a lesson I wouldn’t forget.