(Author's note: This series intertwines with other stories I have been working on that mostly focus on ENM. This particular arc begins before Rorke's arc but advances during Avery's arc and possesses an LGBT quality as it speaks through a different perspective. If neither of those things interest you don't have to read. I hope you enjoy!)
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Very nice to meet you all. My name is Jacobee Wendell but please call me Jack for short. I am a pretty big guy, even taller than my best friend Rorke who one of the most musclebound guys I have ever seen. I am not trying to brag but a man who is six feet and eight inches tall tends to draw attention. Which is just another factor that led to an incredibly embarrassing situation in my life.
My family used to own a profitable business so I came from a lot of money which my parents used to pamper me with. Unfortunately since my father made some bad investments with one of his subordinates running a corporate scheme behind his back and a terrible lawsuit we ended up bankrupt with some serious debts to pay. After selling our house to help pay off those debts, I am now out in the world for the first time and I have no idea what to do. I have come to realize that I was so sheltered I have become naïve to so many facets of the world around me. I find myself being too trusting to people who don't deserve it and I have no way of knowing if someone is trying to pull a fast one on me until it's too late.
Thankfully, my best buddy Rorke took me in as his roommate in an apartment complex downtown. He has been so graciously teaching me how to assimilate into my new lifestyle until I can find my very first job. We have been living together for almost two weeks now and he often has to leave me at the apartment to go do his job as a party planner. I have made a promise to both myself and my friends that once I get a steady income, I will repay them for their kindness. Until then, I do whatever I can to make their lives easier by helping out whenever they request something. It is that very ideal that begins my tale of love, friendship, and humiliation.
"Okay Jack, there is something I need you to do for me." Rorke was checking his schedule on his phone. "A package is going to be delivered to this address while I'm out. I just need you to sign for it and bring it in."
"My pleasure, it is the least I can do for everything you have done for me." Rorke has been assigned to set up a party at one of my old mansions. Though we had to sell it to pay off our debts, I was still able to use my connections from old acquaintances to help get my friend this job.
I noticed Rorke turned his attention to the full-length mirror in the wall. He was examining every inch of his person except this time he was showing more concern than adoration. He is the type of person that always enjoyed looking at himself but this time...
"Oh I get it! Your going off to do this job with Sage aren't you?" I caught Rorke blush in his reflection before he turned to look at me.
"Have I ever needed a reason to look so hot?" He said with his usual bravado. Rorke has quite the high opinion of himself.
"No, but you always go the extra mile when Sage is involved." Rorke has had a cobra/mongoose relationship with his childhood friend and longstanding crush Sage Bianchi who is now his coworker in the party planning business. "I mean, your meeting up with clients you know nothing about who give you vague details on how to plan this party in a house that I no longer own but you accept the job without question. I assumed it was just for the money, but you just want to flirt with Sage..."
"I am a professional Jack," Rorke gave a smile that did not meet his eyes and showed another blush that betrayed his true intentions. "There is no party Rorke Blazeman cannot plan and it is as simple as that." He dismissed me with nervous laughter and headed towards the door. "Don't forget to bring in my package."
"Good luck on your date." I smiled.
"We are NOT dating!" Rorke left the apartment with his ears burning red. "Unfortunately..." he mumbled. I still had plenty of time before Rorke's package was to arrive, so I decided to shower then do some job-searching online.
I entered the bathroom stripping off all my clothes letting them land on the floor. I turned on the shower and immersed myself as I reached for the soap. The hot water barely had enough time to cover me when I heard the urgent knock on the door. I was about to wash myself off thinking I had an ample amount of time before Rorke's package arrived. Now it seemed to arrive early and I was about to miss signing for it! All wet and naked, I dashed out of the bathroom nearly stumbling over the tub after I turned off the water. I made it all the way to the entryway when I stopped and looked down at myself. Shit, I'm naked! I didn't want to waste any more time going back to grab a towel so I just yanked off a red silk blanket Rorke left lying on the couch and wrapped it around my waist.
