1Avid-reader asked me for a flashback of how it all started. So here it is.

Tainted Lotus

A black hybrid slowly wheels into the clement driveway of the recently sold home. A gentle leafy breeze sweeps across the black tinted windows, hiding the family inside. The mother, in the front side seat, stares out the window happily through her large rimmed Prada sunglasses. The daughter in the back texts on her cell phone with an angry grunt on her lips matching the various swears being sent. And the father, hands somberly laced on the edge of the steering wheel, has a scowl on his face similar to his daughter's.

Simultaneously, the three doors pop open and the three people exit, stretching their aching, harden body. Driving from Texas was a three day ordeal, stressing everyone in the car; some more than other. Camille, stretching her short legs by twisting and turning, absorbs in the tranquil "yoga inducing" air. She is happier than the other two about moving to such a desolate location. Breathing the same air as his wife, Logan had a different perception of the place, boring and really boring. What is there to do here? Watch the leaves fall, the grass grows or the birds fly? The air is so perfectly clean, it is suffocating him. In Texas, he would die from the poisonous urban air and while going to Colombia, the New York air was like a strong second hand smoke yet he rather live enjoyably in the toxic cities than in the boring lifeless but clean area.

"This so boring!"

"Rachael!" The mom yells at her daughter's exclamation, eying the desperate "please kill me before boredom does" look stained on her thirteen year old daughter's face. "We are staying here and that is final. We are your parents and we decide your fate, isn't that right honey?"

"Huh what?" Logan breaks out of his trance, eyes as bored as his daughter's. "Umm sorry sweetie. We are staying here." His words agrees with his wife while his tone sides with his daughter.

"Whatever." She clicks her teeth, rolling your eyes. "This is the most boring place I've ever been. There is nothing here."

"Then you haven't searched long enough." Rachael groans and turns her head to the voice before her eyes drop at the gorgeous boy the voice belongs to. Hands in his pocket, he rolls on the balls of his feet, smiling a bright smile at her and letting the gold dusted brown locks flow across his face. "I'm Daniel." He greets, a hand extends to the suddenly enticed daughter. "I saw you from across the street and I was caught by your-"

"Hey kid!"

"DAD!" Rachael blushes, staring at her father walking up to them.

"Logan Mitchell, her father. What say a kind, fifteen year old doing spying on my thirteen year old daughter?"

"Dad! Stop embarrassing me!" She whispers into his ear. "Can't you not ruin the one good thing?"

"Oh sorry sir but I'm thirteen." Daniel corrects him. "If you are referring to my height, I got that from my father. He is six feet two. I guess I got his appearances."

"Then your father must be a looker." Camille jokes, walking over to join her family. "Honey, let's let Rachael go play with this model looking boy. It might make her want to stay."

Logan groans, individually looking at both the pleading pairs of eyes in front of him. He shakes his head but ends up giving his permission for this good looking stranger to take his under age daughter on a date on the first day they moved here.

"Thank you daddy." She giddily hugs her father, taking the fifty her mother slips her. "Bye, I'll see you at dinner.

"Bye sweetie." Camille waves to their daughter for the both of them. She turns around to face her husband, a pout on her face.

"What?"

"Do you have to be so mean, honey? The boy seems really nice and innocent."

"No, the boy is a liar. He is not thirteen. He's probably seventeen and is preying on my little girl. She is too innocent to go out with him. I know his type, good looking model. Popular looking kids are dangerous."

"Well he is thirteen, so he isn't a liar." Logan groans again at another interruption. This time, a couple of guys, arms locked, and a Latino walk up to the newly moved couple. "He's our son and I can assure you, the boy has zero knowledge of sex and flirting. I'm surprised your daughter would agree to go out with him."

"What are you talking about?" Camille asks, dreamily staring at the speaking father. Her eyes are fixed on the brunette's flawless, shiny hair and perfect smile. "If the boy is half of your good looks, my daughter would be luck to date him."

"Woah there, thy neighbor." The blond chuckles, tightening his arm hold. "Jamies here is my husband, so… a back off, a thank you." James rolls his eyes at his dorky husband.

Camille giggles and elbows her husband, unsuccessful in grabbing his attention. "Well, this cutie is my husband, Logan Mitchell!" She calls, noticing Logan's distracted eyes.

"Oh what. Yea, I am her boyfriend, husband, her husband." He blushes, returning his eyes to the thing that captured his complete interest, the radiating Latino standing behind James with a shy smile. Logan crooks his eyebrows at why the man would hold such a smile but that thought dissolves as Logan thinks of how undeniably cute he is.

"Say, since you two are new, why don't we take you guys out?" James offers with a smile even brighter than his son. "I mean the least we can do is welcome the Mitchell family to the neighborhood, right Mitchells'?" James asks, getting a nod from Camille while Logan motionlessly still stares at the caramel skin man holding a gardening rake. "We should show the Mitchells' a night out around the city, right Kendy?"

"Sure, I would love to show you guys around the city." Kendall concurs, eyes beaming at the wife.

"Sorry, but I have a bunch of contracts and forms to sign today and call the utility companies. Camille, you should go. Why should you suffer, lying on bed watching a program-less TV?"

"I guess, thanks Logan." Camille squeals giving him a hug; his eyes still hasn't broken from the Latino's.

"Oh by the way, this is Carlos Garcia, our gardener. You should hire him to do your garden Logan. He is incredible with his tools." Logan blushes at that word, his face filling up with blood as his mind is filling up with thoughts of what tools Carlos uses. "If you want a good garden, you want Carlos."

"Actually honey, we should." Camille nods her head at the recommendation before looking at Carlos. "Wheeennnn caaannn youuoouuu sttttarrrt?" The four guys stare at her with incredulous eyes, speechless at the stretched sentence.

"I can start now Senorita Mitchell." Carlos answers cowardly.

"Camille." Logan tugs her. "He can speak English. That was racist."

She shrugs and brushes her shoulders as if nothing happened. "Well, you can follow my husband into the garden and do what you do. Bye Logan. I'm going to have a gay night out."

"Camille, again. People don't say that." Logan corrects her, gaining an eye roll.

"It's fine Logan. We are gay and fabulous." Kendall laughs at James trying to act more stereotypically gayer than what Camille thinks.

"Like totally." Kendall adds; no one laughs.

"Sorry, Kendy, you're not that gay." James shakes his head. "If we aren't married, no one would know you're gay."

"Well, at least I know gay guys have the most fun. So let's go!" Camille shouts, following behind the couple walking to their car across the street.

Logan sighs and walks to the front door with Carlos walking a couple of feet in back. "Well, I guess here is the backyard. You can work your magic and fix the place. I'll pay you what the happy couple pays you. Is everything good?" Logan asks pointing to the glass sliding door in the kitchen connecting to the back.

"Ummm… Sr. Mitchell?" Carlos whispers. "Why were you staring at me?"

Logan tenses up; a shiver bolts through his body. "I was not staring!"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The gardener repeats, a blush on his face matching the one on Logan's.

"No, it's not your fault that you have beautiful brown eyes."

"What!" Carlos shrieks, stepping back from Logan's answer. "Yo no tengo ojos bonitos."

"What?" Logan jerks his head back, no understanding a bit of Spanish.

"I said, I don't have beautiful eyes." Carlos explains, shyly staring at the marble tiles.

"Yes you do." Carlos looks up, his eyes on Logan's weakly smiling lips. "You have beautiful brown eyes, strong arms and a perfect tan."

"Thanks you." Carlos smiles, stepping closer to the doctor, practically a inch away. "You also have beautiful brown –"

Logan closes the gap, unknowingly smashing their lips together. He quickly wraps his arms around Carlos torso as if he is being controlled by a ghost, slamming their bodies against the glass door.

"Sr. Mitchell!" Carlos yells, breaking free; his face turning a fearful ghost white. "I-I I have to go."

"No! Carlos wait!" Logan catches him in the hallway, holding on to his arm. "I'll pay you triple what they pay you. I-I-"

"I'm not a prostitute."

"No but..." Logan thinks of what to say, thinking about how good that forced kiss felt, how much better that kiss was compared to his wife's. "I love you."

"You don't love me. You don't know me. We just met and you have a wife." Carlos tries to break free from the strong hold. "Please let go."

"Only if you can say to my face that that kiss was bad." Carlos stops his thrashing, standing frozen, unable to disagree. He stares at Logan's lips, gritting his teeth, shaking his head. "I don't want to be part of an affair."

"Me too."

"Then don't Sr. Mitchell-"

"Logan. Please call me Logan."

"Logan, you have a wife and I can't get deported. I can't work for you." Carlos turns around but Logan pulls him, thrusting their body against the wall. "Logan-"

Logan cuts him off, forcing his lips on Carlos. At first, Carlos resists but then he lets his temptation take control. Their hands glide around each others' smooth body, Carlos being a bit sweaty makes it harder for Logan to explore his body but that is just the way the doctor likes it.

"Oh father." Logan moans into Carlos, feeling the Latino forcefully grasping Logan's bottom cheeks.

"Call me papi." Carlos asserts, roughing Logan's bare ass with his hand slipped into the dress pants.

"Anything you want papi. Control me, make me do what you want." Logan places random kisses on Carlos' lips, jaw line and neck.

"Logan, wait." Carlos pushes Logan off of him, holding both of the doctor's shoulders. He stares into the man's hungry, submissive eyes, starving for his domination, his rough hands. "If we do this, you promise it is for one night?"

Logan shakes his head immediately, willing to do anything for Carlos. "Fuck me."

idk why but I love submissive Logan and dominant Carlos. Smexy lol.

I was going to continue the plot in this chapter but combining this flashback and my original chapter idea would make this chapter feel disconnected. So I'll save the other part for the next chapter.

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