don’t have to pay for my clothes,” Ion protested.
Adrien shook his head, even though Ion couldn’t see him. “Oh no. We need to buy you one because my mother can spot a rented tux a mile away, and so can all her old biddie friends. They’ll never let you live it down, and besides, if you and I continue dating, you’ll be going to a lot of black tie functions with me. It’s best to get a tux tailored for you now.”
“Umm…”
“Please, Ion. If you want, you can pay me back for it. I’ll even charge you interest, but I guarantee you’ll feel better wearing a tux you own than a rented one. The people you’re going to meet on Saturday can be some of the snobbiest people in the world. Trust me, I know. I grew up with a majority of them. I’m not helping my case at all, am I? Maybe I should just shut up now.”
A soft laugh drifted over the phone, and he relaxed slightly. If Ion could laugh, then he wasn’t too upset by Adrien’s babbling.
“All right. I’ll go with you, and I’ll let you get my tux. But nothing else. I can pay for my own clothes. I’m not dating you so you can be my sugar daddy,” Ion informed him.
“Thank you, Ion. I do appreciate you coming, and I promise we will leave as soon as we possibly can on Sunday.” He really was happy that his lover had decided to come with him. Adrien did want Ion to meet his parents, even if he would prefer to do it a different way. He had a thought in his head that he’d invite his parents to the city for dinner, and they would meet at a restaurant where they had to be polite in public. That way his mother couldn’t get too obnoxious.
Unfortunately, now they would be meeting them on their own territory, and his mother would have no restraints. He took a deep breath, not wanting to give even a hint that he wasn’t in total control of every minute of his life.
“Well, you’ll have to deal with my parents on Sunday night, so that’ll go a little ways to making up for what I’m going to encounter this weekend,” Ion teased.
“To be honest, I’m probably exaggerating a little about everything. It’s just you’re the first guy I’ve brought home to meet them, and I really want it to work out, so I’m panicking.”
Ion grunted. “Huh. Who knew Adrien Bellamy, CEO extraordinaire, could get nervous about anything? Don’t worry, dear. I won’t hold your family against you as long as you don’t hold mine against me.”
“Deal.” He heard Ion stifle a yawn. “Why don’t you do whatever homework you have, then go to bed? We should go tomorrow night to give Salvatore as much time as possible to get it done before we leave on Friday.”
“Good idea. I don’t have class tomorrow night, so that’ll be fine. Good night, Adrien. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sweet dreams.” He hung up, then headed to bed himself.
Chapter Seven
Ion glanced at Adrien as they entered the high-end clothing store. “What are we doing here? I thought we were going to dinner.”
“We are, but remember we need to get some things for you.” Adrien nodded towards the back of the store where an older man stood, obviously waiting for them.
“Some things? I thought we were just getting a tux for me.” Ion looked around, then picked up a shirt. There wasn’t a price tag on it, and Ion realised that he might not want to know how much the items in that store were.
“Remember you agreed to go to my parents this weekend, and attend my mother’s birthday party. I’m afraid you’re going to need another suit besides the tux. We dress for dinner.” Adrien gripped Ion’s elbow, escorting him up to the man. “Salvatore, I’ve brought you a new customer.”
“You always do bring me the best looking men, Mr Bellamy.” Salvatore grinned at Ion. “Come. You must undress, so I can get your measurements.”
He dug in his heels, not letting either of them force him into doing something he wasn’t sure of.
“We need to talk.”
Adrien sighed, but nodded.
Adrien shook his head, even though Ion couldn’t see him. “Oh no. We need to buy you one because my mother can spot a rented tux a mile away, and so can all her old biddie friends. They’ll never let you live it down, and besides, if you and I continue dating, you’ll be going to a lot of black tie functions with me. It’s best to get a tux tailored for you now.”
“Umm…”
“Please, Ion. If you want, you can pay me back for it. I’ll even charge you interest, but I guarantee you’ll feel better wearing a tux you own than a rented one. The people you’re going to meet on Saturday can be some of the snobbiest people in the world. Trust me, I know. I grew up with a majority of them. I’m not helping my case at all, am I? Maybe I should just shut up now.”
A soft laugh drifted over the phone, and he relaxed slightly. If Ion could laugh, then he wasn’t too upset by Adrien’s babbling.
“All right. I’ll go with you, and I’ll let you get my tux. But nothing else. I can pay for my own clothes. I’m not dating you so you can be my sugar daddy,” Ion informed him.
“Thank you, Ion. I do appreciate you coming, and I promise we will leave as soon as we possibly can on Sunday.” He really was happy that his lover had decided to come with him. Adrien did want Ion to meet his parents, even if he would prefer to do it a different way. He had a thought in his head that he’d invite his parents to the city for dinner, and they would meet at a restaurant where they had to be polite in public. That way his mother couldn’t get too obnoxious.
Unfortunately, now they would be meeting them on their own territory, and his mother would have no restraints. He took a deep breath, not wanting to give even a hint that he wasn’t in total control of every minute of his life.
“Well, you’ll have to deal with my parents on Sunday night, so that’ll go a little ways to making up for what I’m going to encounter this weekend,” Ion teased.
“To be honest, I’m probably exaggerating a little about everything. It’s just you’re the first guy I’ve brought home to meet them, and I really want it to work out, so I’m panicking.”
Ion grunted. “Huh. Who knew Adrien Bellamy, CEO extraordinaire, could get nervous about anything? Don’t worry, dear. I won’t hold your family against you as long as you don’t hold mine against me.”
“Deal.” He heard Ion stifle a yawn. “Why don’t you do whatever homework you have, then go to bed? We should go tomorrow night to give Salvatore as much time as possible to get it done before we leave on Friday.”
“Good idea. I don’t have class tomorrow night, so that’ll be fine. Good night, Adrien. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Sweet dreams.” He hung up, then headed to bed himself.
Chapter Seven
Ion glanced at Adrien as they entered the high-end clothing store. “What are we doing here? I thought we were going to dinner.”
“We are, but remember we need to get some things for you.” Adrien nodded towards the back of the store where an older man stood, obviously waiting for them.
“Some things? I thought we were just getting a tux for me.” Ion looked around, then picked up a shirt. There wasn’t a price tag on it, and Ion realised that he might not want to know how much the items in that store were.
“Remember you agreed to go to my parents this weekend, and attend my mother’s birthday party. I’m afraid you’re going to need another suit besides the tux. We dress for dinner.” Adrien gripped Ion’s elbow, escorting him up to the man. “Salvatore, I’ve brought you a new customer.”
“You always do bring me the best looking men, Mr Bellamy.” Salvatore grinned at Ion. “Come. You must undress, so I can get your measurements.”
He dug in his heels, not letting either of them force him into doing something he wasn’t sure of.
“We need to talk.”
Adrien sighed, but nodded.
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