All Because My Dad was Arm Candy (MMF/mm)

[Pleasurechip95]

All Because My Dad was Arm Candy

It was nights like these where Kyle really wished Marissa didn’t own a company. He wished that galas and suits didn’t exist. He really wished that Marissa hadn’t married his father, Jake. Kyle really, didn’t hate the woman but he wasn’t a huge fan of her either.

Marissa had been the daughter of a wealthy designer. Jake had been Marissa’s pilot. One thing led to another, and Kyle was gifted with a younger sister and a stepmom. A bitter part of him resented the woman because his mother was dead and buried when he’d been four. And now, Lissie was the focal point of both his parents. She was four after all.

Practically melting into the shadows, Kyle watched as Jake stood there with a painted grin on his face and drank from the expensive champagne, he secretly wished was cheap beer. He could see it on the man’s face while Marissa held onto his arm and politely engaged some stockbroker in conversation.

The deep purple cocktail dress complemented her blonde hair and tight body very well. Lissie looked exactly like her mother minus the blue eyes she’d inherited from Jake. Looking around the room, Kyle found Lissie giggling by the buffet table with a few of her socialite friends. She caught him looking and gave her half-brother a big wave. Kyle waved back before returning his attention to his father.

If it weren’t for Marissa, Kyle probably could have convinced Jake to leave him home alone. He wasn’t meant to be dragged to these awful rich people events. He’d grown up in a tiny two bedroom apartment until four years ago. But, Marissa insisted they were family and families suffer together apparently.

Kyle sighed as the fourth tray of drinks was practically shoved into his face. He politely shook his head at the waiter and huffed, “No thank you. I’m fifteen.”

“It’s just juice, kid.”

Taking a glass just to get the waiter to leave, Kyle took a small sip before trudging over to his parents. With any luck he could convince them it is way too late for Lissie to be up this late and they would hopefully be able to leave soon.

Kyle awkwardly shuffled up beside Jake, who fixed him with an eyebrow raise and a knowing gaze. “Just one more hour, okay bud?”

Kyle just nodded. Marissa smiled before looking at her associate. “Barty, you remember Kyle, don’t you?”

The mountain of a man politely nodded before reaching out to clap a giant hand over Kyle’s shoulder. He rumbled, “Of course. Good to see you again… My Weston’s about your age. He’s out on the veranda if you’re feeling a bit bored. Weston’s not a fan of galas I’m afraid.”

“What an excellent idea. Go on ahead, sweetheart,” Marissa chirped and practically shooed him away before Kyle mumbled, “Dad.”

“One more hour, buddy,” Jake replied before practically shoving him in the direction of the veranda.

Kyle drained his glass before trudging to the veranda. Weston Richard Martin was not Kyle’s favorite person. He rarely attended any of the galas. Rumors spread that he wasn’t Martin’s real son and he’d been born the bastard of a drug dealer. Honestly, Weston was pretty intimidating.

And dark and quiet and hot? Wait, when did that happen?

The youngest son of Bartholomew Martin sat perched on the railing of the balcony with a copy of The Sound and the Fury in his hands. The moonlight reflected off the dyed white streak in his jet black hair. Had his eyes always been that green? He’d gotten a lot bigger too. Was he pumping steroids?

Weston looked up with a scowl on his face as he growled, “You’re blocking my light.”

Kyle blinked before stepping to the side. “Sorry… I just didn’t know you could read.”

Weston rolled his eyes while Kyle stammered, “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just… ugh.”

Kyle’s hand flew to his head as a sharp ache pounded against his skull. His stomach felt like it was twisting and turning all of a sudden. Kyle let another pained whine slip as Weston asked, “You okay?”

“I think I need some air.”

“We’re outside already.”

Kyle nodded before stumbling back inside, “Sorry, I meant the bathroom.”

The teenager practically stumbled the way to the bathroom. He felt like he could vomit at any second as his eyes started to blur. Just as he reached the door, a set of hands reached out to steady him before soothing, “You look like you could some air.”

Kyle blinked a couple of times as the swaying shadows transformed back into the waiter that had offered him juice from earlier. Kyle shook his head and tried to back away only for the man to tighten his grip.

Every one of Kyle’s spidey senses began to sound. A hand slapped over his mouth drowning out any call for help he was about to make.
The man started to sway again as a second shadow joined them. Kyle tried to struggle against the grip on his arms and legs. He tried to shout against the hand covering his mouth. But, he couldn’t fight against the drugs in his system as he was swiftly carried down the stairs and out the front door.

“Hey! Let him go! No! Get off me! Someone help! Mmphh!”

Kyle struggled to keep his eyes open as he was pulled through the door of a van. He was deposited onto the floor while another body roughly landed beside him. The last thing he heard was, “We’ll just bring them both.”