Everyone Has a Price Sneak Peek

The sun shined bright on his face as he wrestled with the thought of waking up. The last three months of his life were marvelous. Orgasmic, if you will. Now he had to go home.

Paris. There was nothing like it.

A lot of people think of the Eiffel Tower or crepes when it came to Paris. But not Aiden Batista. He always knew he wanted to come strictly for the fashion. As a young boy, he remembered watching—studying—the Chanel fashion runway videos whenever his mother took him shopping with her at the boutique. He would then go home and design drawings based on what he saw. He would then give the drawings to Victoria, who proudly displayed them on the refrigerator for all to see.

But childish scribbles soon turned into serious sketches. Aiden often found himself paying more attention to the Style Network than any sporting event. He spent more time coordinating his outfits and made sure he was always looking clean. He even coordinated his mother’s gowns whenever she had a gala to attend with his father.

However, Aiden’s love for fashion stood out like a sore thumb. Because he wasn’t into sports like his brother, Zavier and family friend, Christopher, everyone assumed he was gay. It was only a matter of time before rumors of his sexuality began to follow Aiden. He never denied the fact he was gay but he never quite admitted it either. To Aiden, it was a non-issue. His sexuality had no bearing on his designs. Either one liked his designs or they didn’t. The fact he sucked cock had nothing to do with it.

Once graduating high school, Aiden was on the first plane to Paris as a graduation gift from his parents. All of his free time was spent studying fashion and design is what he told his parents. All of Aiden’s free time was spent by partying and hitting up every night club in Paris. There were the coke binges, the alcohol contests and the sex. The threesomes, foursomes, orgies galore.

And that was within the first month.

But fate intervened and Aiden met his match with a man named Randy Orton. A tall drink of water. He stood over six feet tall with chestnut brown hair, tanned skin and gorgeous baby blues. He was tatted up but often covered his arms with long-sleeved business shirts. His face was chiseled. His body smelled like a husky combination of musk and sex.

And he was all Aiden’s.

The first night they met at a disco. A drink and a couple dances later, they were in a secluded corner making out. Hours later, Aiden was bent over the breakfast table with Randy pounding him from behind. Three months later, they were snuggled up in bed trying to pry themselves away from each other. Three months of candlelight dinners, romantic outings, and endless lovemaking. Three months of bliss and chocolate, how Aiden often put it.

Three months of hiding a secret from both families. While Aiden came from one of the most powerful and wealthy families in Cathedral Springs, Randy’s family had just as much—if not more—power. Randy’s father, Bob Orton, was the Cathedral Springs mayor. Randy happened to be in Paris on a vacation before handling business matters back at home.

Complicated, indeed.