So here’s the thing; while a side business in selling fake ID’s was… profitable. It wasn’t exactly profitable enough to rent an apartment in Beryl, especially with the rich elites that lived here. So… well… let’s just say he had more than one side business, of course. Currently he was completing side business #1102 otherwise known as being the handsome pool boy with his shirt off while a lonely rich woman laid on the pool lounge in a bikini and watched him while her husband was away. For an honest day’s work, he did make a good amount for this side business - even if he didn’t do anything besides actually clean the pool. Tips - absolutely fcking amazing and the best part was the referrals to other rich lonely women who didn’t mind eye candy in their back yard.
“Kris, sweetie… I would hate to burn in this harsh sun, do you mind. I just need to get some sunscreen on my back and it’s just so hard to reach,”
Did he use a fake name? Yes. Did he mind the additional perks with the job? Not really. With a sly smile, the man placed his tools down and walked over to the women as she turned around, took her bikini top off, and well, made everything very assessable to him. You may be wondering, did Kaspian ever engage these women past… with an honest day’s work? Truthfully? No. He had some morals. But if massaging her back meant more tips, he wouldn’t say no.
Ignoring the noises coming from her lips, Kaspian allowed his hands to move up and down - rubbing the sun screen in… well… until he heard something shatter and a very angry, very large man looking at him. Kaspian’s eyes caught a vase and flowers in the man’s hands, and as expected, then commenced the screaming…and then… the chasing. Yes, the big man started chasing HIM. “So Mrs. Kenning should I come back for payment next time…” Kaspian asked with a smile, dodging something that the man threw at him while being angry at his wife. “I guess we’ll talk about it next time then” Kaspian got out barely as he ran for the door, soon being followed by the husband who quite literally chased him for TWO miles. Like sorry Mr. Kenning, it wasn’t HIS fault that you left your wife on Valentine’s day. He was just trying to get paid for cleaining your pool. God damn it.
So damn… Kaspian needed to hide, because clearly this man was not stopping until he got a punch in and surprisingly, Kaspian wasn’t looking forward to punch. With the slight advantage on the older man, Kaspian snuck in the alley way near the coffeeshop he had run too, except slight problem being a girl who clearly was about to start asking questions about him being shirtless, shoeless, and wet was nearby. So what did he do? What any sane person would do of course - he grabbed her, pulled her against him with his hand on her mouth to keep her quiet as he heard the approaching footsteps of the… upset husband. “Where the FCK is he?” The grunt came loudly as the man looked around before running in a different direction. After a few seconds, a sigh left his lips as he finally moved his hand off the girl’s lips.
“Thanks for… well… not biting me. Would have been a little awkward,” Kaspian revealed, running his hands through his hair as he let her turn around - making no attempt to apologize for his actions. It was only when she turned that a sense of familiarity hit him. “I… know you. Wait, you’re that girl at the laundry mat a week ago who dropped her bra next to me and then blushed brighter than a tomato aren’t you? Wait no, she had blue eyes. Who are you again?”