Breaking this off with Fang was much harder than Josh ever anticipated. How could he give up someone so amazingly fit like him. Smart. Money. He was everything Josh needed. Wanted. It was nice to be kept. On the other hand, he felt he'd been Ste's keeper. Always having to make sure the lad never got in trouble. As it was Ste was in the slammer. Or was it rehab? Honestly, Josh wasn't sure. They'd lost contact. He'd sent letters. He'd tried. But nothing. It was not like Ste had ever been his lover, and he soon wasn't worried about him thanks to Fang.
Still Josh felt in the wrong. OK, the guilt came and went. He'd go in bouts. Yes, make a clean break. Say he was done with their fling. He could hardly call it a relationship with Fang. On again. Off again. It had just about got the best of his stomach ulcer.
Josh couldn't believe his luck. Damn if they didn't look an awful lot like Fang and they were footballers. Josh thought he might pass out. How could it be? Was it luck or a curse?