When dad moved out of the house I didn't know what to expect. We were a happy family with a nice house. I did well in school, we went on vacations and I seldom see mom and dad fight. We appeared normal, boring even. So when mom told me that dad had another family with children, I was dumbfounded. I felt so betrayed, but she didn't stop there. Turns out, she and I were the reason why dad had another family. The fucker wanted children and mom couldn't give him.
"But...you have me," I said genuinely confused, but then... Oh, fuck...
"Remy, we adopted you since you were a baby. I thought it'll solve our problem. But a year ago I found out the truth."
I was adopted. Yes, it was a hell of a way to break the news to a hormonal teenager.
"It's been a year?" I squeaked, my heart was beating too fucking hard I almost didn't catch what she said next.
One single word. "Yes." She said it coldly, there was no hug, no tears, no emotion shown on her face. She had known about it for one whole year and still managed to greet dad and cook for dad like nothing happened. Fuck, it was so fucking messed up.
All of that happened while I was in high school. So the second I was able to, I was determined to get out of the house by enrolling in the furthest college. I left mom with her new boyfriend, yep, another shocker. She had an affair knowing dad had another family, seemed that everyone had one foot out of the door, but me. So, what I did next was something that I needed to do out of spite. I left for college and never looked back.
Since the split fiasco, money was tight, mom and dad had little to spare for their adopted son since they have another family and another life. I hated that I still needed them for money, so I said nothing but take any amount they were giving me.
Though I got into college on a scholarship I still have accommodation, books, and meals to think about. I ate instant ramen on most days except when I had my shift at the gay club, which was three times a week back then. Yep, I took bartending as a way to keep myself afloat during my college days. Oh, and I'm gay which surprisingly put more gap between me and my adoptive parents' relationship.
After I finished my art degree, I still worked at the club since there was not much work out there, when my true passion was jewelry making. At least I'd upgraded to working full-time at the gay club. So in my downtime, I sketched a lot in my shitty apartment and kept on working on my designs.
Aside from having to flaunt my bare chest behind the bar and flirt with customers, the tips at the gay club, Zephyr, were way better than the regular club. Also, the cook took pity on me and let me eat whatever he had left that was going to go bad the next day.
The gay club owner, Jed, had his rotation of boyfriends. So, when after years of working at Zephyr his eyes finally landed on me, I was flattered. I know I was good-looking and had a good body, but I was a virgin though it seemed that the fact had made him want me more.
"I can't keep my eyes away from you, that harness and the leather pants look too good on you." One night Jed praised me as I was about to change into my normal clothes to go home to my crappy apartment.
"Thank you." I blushed at his words. Jed was older, he was in his late forties while I was in the ripe age of my early twenties. Yep, a virgin at twenty-two, working in a gay club. It was not that I was holding on to my virginity, but I had been too busy with my studies and saving money for my art supplies.
So when an older man as established as Jed took interest in me I was ready to sink to my knees and let him have his way with me. Don't get me wrong, I might be a virgin but I was a pro at sucking cocks and restroom handjobs since those were the only activities I had time for.