His devastating good looks, his gym-sculpted body, his million-dollar bank accounts, his fancy ski lodge in Colorado, his closets full of expensive tailor-made clothing, his cars, his care-free bachelor lifestyle, his voice, his handwriting, his smell even! All of it was now mine! I was now the man who for so long had treated me like complete shit as his "personal assistant." For years I had followed him around, catering to his every whim -- hating every humiliating second of it, but knowing that it would all lead to this very moment. Now I'm the one in charge. Now I'm the one with the personal assistant, although he'll be lucky if I keep him around just long enough to show him how shitty it really is to have that body. After that, I could give a fuck what happens to him or what he does with my body. I'm gonna live my life the way I was always meant to live it, baby, and it starts right now!
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