(Aarons POV)
I was afraid. I was more than afraid. I was terrified.
This.. abomination of an excuse of a man wanted us, well.. mostly Evan as his play toy. One that he could use and throw away anytime he wants, and I wasn't about to let that happen.
So I looked over at Evan. He looked absolutely mortified in every sense of the word. I guess what happened to him as a kid still lingers around and haunts him.
Seeing Evan in such a state was breaking my heart and I sure as hell wasn't about to let him get used just like that.
With trembling hands and sweaty palms I took a step forward, indicating that I was offering myself to be the first, and last person he was ever going to use.
He laughed and pointed to the small bed, that I assumed was actually for treatment for coworkers in need and
