Dix
Carter couldn’t believe he was reduced to living in a halfway house with a
bunch of delinquents. He was better than this! He did not appreciate the
Director, Malcolm Aggitson telling him he needed to learn some humility. Okay,
fine he was a bit down on his luck. He hadn’t meant to lose everything on the
horses. It was an addiction he couldn’t fight. If he could just get a little
cash, he could get back where he was, find another corporate job making six
figures. He was a financial genius, for fuck’s sake!
But
no one here cared that he used to have a mansion, and a Lamborghini. No one was
impressed by his holier-than-thou attitude either. Time after time, he was
relegated to the nastiest jobs, the most humiliating chores. That the others
had their turns didn’t even register.
He
had to find a way out of here. He didn’t belong. The other residents were drug
dealers, criminals, whores and homeless trash. He was rich, or he had been. He
wasn’t used to all this labor and getting dirty. But no one listened to his
whining. For that matter, there was one guy who made a point of telling him to
shut the fuck up…all the time and he wasn’t even a resident at the halfway
house. That he was attracted to the guy just made things worse.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Anthony
Giovanni was heartily sick of Dix Carter’s attitude. It didn’t matter that the
guy was stunningly gorgeous because he knew it and was practically narcissistic
in his demeanor. Anthony hated people who thought so much of themselves, the
ones that thought they were better than everyone else. Those were the kind he
liked to break, but Malcolm had told him to be careful around Dix. Why, he
wasn’t sure. Possibly Malcolm knew more about how Anthony felt about the man
than Anthony thought he was letting on.
But
Dix was one of those residents that made things hard for Anthony to be a
volunteer at the halfway house. He’d been there, done that. He’d screwed up his
life, lost everything—his home, his kid, everything. He’d learned the hard way
that being arrogant could cost you, more than you were willing to give.
Someway,
he was going to get through to Dix Carter before life broke him. Right now, Dix
had fire, was fighting. But that spark could be snuffed out quickly by fate and
circumstances. Anthony should know. It took him three years to crawl his way
back from despair. Too many times, he almost ended it because the struggle was
too much. He didn’t want that for Dix.
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