The check
1517 Words
Jacob's life was no longer boring, it was just miserable. His father bought him an apartment, and he now lived alone.
He went to classes and returned home, following his father's instructions. His friends invited him to parties and drinks, but he always said no.
During classes, he tried to concentrate on the subject, but as soon as he walked into the house, all he could think about was Josh.
He saw him pass many times on campus and watched him without being seen.
When he slept, he dreamed of Josh. Sometimes they were sweethearts, other times Josh hated him.
His father called every day to see how he was doing, but Jacob knew it was another way for his father to control him.
Campus girls, and even some guys, tried to get Jacob's attention, with silent promises of hot nights of s*x, but none of them could get Jacob's attention.
It had been a month since he'd kidnapped Josh, and of the two, only he seemed to be affected.
Josh continued his daily routine, going to classes, going shopping, hanging out in the fields, chatting with friends, paying attention to a girl who showed total interest in him.
It squeezed Jacob's heart, but at the same time, it put him at ease. Josh was unaffected by what he did to him. He probably doesn't even remember it anymore.
As the day was beautiful, and he was suffocating at home with his thoughts, Jacob decided to go for a walk.
He walked, he walked a lot, and the next thing he knew, he was on campus.
In the distance, he sees Josh enter the forest, and when he realizes it, his legs have carried him down the same path.
He didn't go near Josh, he just spied on him.
"So beautiful. How I wanted to hold you in my arms." He thinks as he watches Josh sit up, close his eyes and fall asleep.
Jacob didn't know how long Josh had slept. He didn't even take his eyes off Josh to check the time.
He sees Josh moving in his sleep, and saying things he can't understand.
When Josh wakes up, Jacob sees with surprise that Josh is going to jerk off.
"Wet dreams", he thought, watching.
Seeing Josh jerk off, excited Jacob, who feels his c**k swell and throb.
When Josh comes, screaming his name, Jacob catches his breath.
"Had I heard correctly? Did he say my name while coming?"
Jacob smiled for the first time in a month.
When Josh leaves, he approaches the place where Josh was, and looks at the mess Josh left behind.
The tightness he felt in his pants was now unbearable. With the smell that still tinged the air and imagining that the two were coming at the same time, Jacob jerks off and lets his seed fall on the sperm of the man he loves.
Josh thinks, while having lunch. "Why the hell do I keep having these thoughts. Maybe it's because of the bloody check. I'm going to have to sort this out today. Since I've decided to keep the check, I'm going to deposit it and get this over with."
As soon as he finishes eating, he goes to the dormitory to get the check, goes to the bus stop and takes one, bound for the city and the first bank he finds.
"Good afternoon sir. What can I do for you?", asks the bank clerk.
"Good afternoon, I would like to open an account, please."
The banker looks at the young man, sighs and asks:
"And how much money do you want to open the account with?"
"Five million dollars."
The banker widens his eyes and says:
"Sorry?"
"I want to open the account with five million dollars."
The bank clerk gets up, asking Josh to wait a moment, and runs to the manager's office.
"Sir, there's a guy over there, who must be a college student, who wants to open an account."
"And what's the problem?" asks the manager without looking at the bank clerk.
"He wants to open the account with five million dollars.
The manager drops the pen he was holding, gets up and follows the employee to Josh.
"Good afternoon. My name is Bruce Jones and I am the manager of this bank branch.", ays holding out his hand to Josh.
"Joshua Cole", answered him.
"My employee told me that he wanted to open a large account, is that correct?"
"I want to open an account with five thousand..."
The manager interrupts him, "It's not worth talking about it here. Would you accompany me, please."
Josh follows the manager into an enclosed room, where a middle-aged woman is sitting at work. When she sees the manager, she gets up, asking:
"Good afternoon sir. What can I do for you?"
"Good afternoon Amanda. This is Mr Joshua Cole. He wants to open a large account. I think you are the best person to help him."
The woman looks at Josh with an undefined look, holds out her hand and introduces herself:
"Amanda Wilson, at your service."
Josh shakes the woman's hand, who directs him to a chair for him to sit on.
The manager says goodbye but before leaving he asks Josh:
"Do you want something to drink? Coffee? Some cold water?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I'll have a glass of water."
The manager nods and leaves the room gesturing orders.
"Then let's take care of your new account. Does Sir Joshua have your documents with you?"
Josh nods, takes his wallet and takes out the documents and hands them to Amanda, saying:
"Please call me Josh."
The woman smiles.
"And what deposit amount are we talking about?"
"Five million dollars."
Amanda coughs. At the same time, an employee enters the room with a bottle of water and a glass, and lands it on Amanda's desk, near Josh.
The water bottle was made of glass, one of those water bottles that cost more than Josh's lunch. Josh opens the bottle, pours some into the glass. He was nervous and his throat was dry, so he had a few sips and enjoyed the good quality of the water and its freshness.
Amanda is so surprised by the amount that she opens the drawer and pours herself some water, drinking as well.
She looks at the young man and thinks, "How did this guy get 5 million dollars?", but keeps her face closed, and starts doing her job.
Within minutes, the account was opened, and the check deposited. The personal and account documents are given to Josh, who promises to come back another day to talk to Amanda about applications and other banking movements that might be useful.
After Josh leaves the bank, the manager asks Amanda for details, who informs him that it was an Anthony Mills check. She informs that she contacted the manager of the bank that issued the check and that he himself confirmed the legitimacy of the check.
"Let's not question it any further. It's big money. You have to make this account work."
"Yes sir"
On the bus back to campus, Josh hopes this will let him sleep dreamlessly.
He was officially rich, but he wasn't going to touch that money. His future was now assured, and he deserved it. It was a kind of crooked justice.
Oliver calls his boss:
"Sir, as ordered, I'm calling to let you know the check has been deposited."
"Thanks Oliver. Please keep an eye on the account. If he spends the money quickly, we still run the risk of him coming back for more."
"Yes sir"
"What were you talking about, dear?", asked Jacob's mother.
"Nothing honey, business stuff. Do you want something to drink?"
"Yes dear. An aperitif before dinner always tastes good."
Anthony pours his wife's drink and pours one for himself.
"How are the preparations going for next weekend?"
"Everything's organized. I've given the staff all the directions. It's going to be perfect. Now all you have to do is send the plane to pick up Jacob. I hope he likes Ashley. It's not a very fashionable thing to be a matchmaker, but I'd love for her to be my daughter-in-law."
Jacob's father smiled, saying:
"He'll enjoy his dinner and he'll be engaged soon. You'll see."
"Do you think?"
"Yes, I do."
"Why do I think you know something I don't?" says the wife, tilting her head.
Anthony drinks some of his drink, while shaking his head and looking at his wife.
"Don't start making movies on your head, honey. I just think Jacob has good taste and he'll figure that marrying Ashley is what's best for him."
The wife makes a face and says:
"Only if he falls in love with her. It's not quite the year eighteen forty."
Anthony chokes on his drink and laughs out loud.
"I love you," Anthony told his wife.
She smiles and replies:
"You always know how to shut me up. Let's go to the table. Dinner should be ready to be served. By the way, I love you too."
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