Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
My uncle has had his own time in the spotlight over the years because of what he’s done for out athletes, who he has signed, and other articles because of his achievements in both his professional and personal life. The public has followed him from his career-ending sports injury to becoming an agent, and then his love story and how he met his partner, whom he refers to as his husband even though they’re not legally married.
He’s done so much for LGBTQ athletes, but I still worry about what would happen if it got out about me. The gay thing is more widely accepted than it once was, and being from a predominantly queer family, it’s not being gay that I’m worried about. It’s that I had to go and take it a step further and be polyamorous.
There’s such a stigma when it comes to polyamory and open relationships. People see it as cheating and throw judgment.
It’s why I haven’t told anyone about Kit and Prescott outside of my best friend and Peyton’s now live-in partner, Levi. I’m reluctant to say anything about Kit and Prescott because … it almost feels like I have to come out? And after having no nerves over doing that the first time, it’s a completely different experience to worry about not being accepted.
Not that I think my family wouldn’t accept me, but … they’re at least going to ask questions, and the answers aren’t something I’m ready to give yet. Hell, I barely know how to explain how I feel about it all.
I think because society has screamed about soul mates and finding the one and admonishing infidelity, being with more than one person is seen as wrong, so my brain believes I’m doing something I shouldn’t.
Is there such a thing as internalized polyphobia? Maybe I have that.
“Brady?” My uncle’s voice pulls me out of yet another internal debate.
When I glance up, both he and Torey are standing.
Oops.
I stand and hold out my hand for Torey to shake. “It was really nice to meet you, and we look forward to representing you.”
I’m given a tight smile in return, and after Torey leaves, my uncle just looks at me.
“Were you paying attention at all?”
“Of course I was. You said you’d train him not to be a douche.”
“But he walked out without signing anything. Said he wanted to ‘think about it.’ We’re not representing him.”
Oh. I cover my blunder with all the confidence my last name could bring. “Yet. But it’ll happen. He’ll sign with his tail between his legs.”
Damon grips my shoulder, and his green eyes hold a brand of cheek I’m used to only seeing from his partner, Uncle Maddox. “So glad you’re on board.”
My gaze narrows. “On board?”
“If he does sign, Torey Nelson will be your first-ever client. It will be good practice for when you take over your brother’s account from me.”
I blink. Then blink again. “Isn’t it too soon for my own client? I’ve still got two years of law school left.”
“I’ll give you a more senior agent to oversee all dealings, but the best way to learn is with a hands-on approach.”
“Can I take back what I said? Maybe not sign him?”
“Nope. Now, go have a fun spring break.”
If only he knew he’s telling his nephew to go have fun being fucked repeatedly by two men who are ten years older.
I mock salute him and make my exit. My suitcase is stashed under my desk at my cubicle, so I grab it and head for the elevators. A nervous twitch starts as soon as the doors close.
Because it’s really happening. I’m going to see Kit and Prescott again.
Actually, to be sure, I take out my phone and make sure there’s no last-minute change of plans. I’ve been anticipating this for so long that I haven’t allowed myself to get excited because anything could have screwed it up. From messages where one of them is getting married to a rogue out-of-season hurricane taking out our destination, I’ve thought of them all.
Which is going to suck because that doubt isn’t going to go away until I am physically in their presence. The one night at graduation wasn’t enough, and them turning up for me unexpectedly made me fantasize about every unrealistic expectation since then.
How dare they not randomly come to New York and surprise me even though they don’t know where I live, whether or not I’d be in town, or if I’m seeing anyone. Why does spontaneity need to be all logical?
On the way to the airport, I try to tune out the nerves by putting on my headphones and listening to music.
I’ve gotten so used to traveling these past twelve months that I move through check-in and airport security with ease. I’ve learned to sleep on planes, so from the minute we take off until we land, I nap. It’s good because it makes the flight quick, but instead of waking up refreshed, when I land in Florida, I’m bone-tired, and my gut hurts from all the what-ifs.