(QAF Fan Fiction) That Day

And that was how it all began. “Shit!” A man spat the profanity as he slammed down the phone. More precisely, he was seven feet tall, with brown hair, a pair of seductive eyes and a mouth to match, and he was thirty-three years old. “Do they let people who can’t count work at the bank?” BRIAN KINNEY kicked aside a low chair in his famous loft and gave his equally famous sneer to his partner, who was walking over. “It’s a damn good thing we never let you study business.” Justin, partner to Brian Kinney, the sexy beast who had once belonged to no one on Liberty Avenue, simply smiled as he opened the fridge and took out something for breakfast. “What did those people who can’t count do?” “They said I’m thirty-three!” Brian wailed like a child. “I’m thirty-two.” “They’re right.” Justin took out some butter and spread it on the bread, glancing at Brian with a smile, as if provoking him were exactly what he had in mind. “You’re going to be thirty-three. In a few months. You know that.” He expected something to come flying at his face next, something like, well, a jacket or a sofa cushion, as was usually the case at times like this. But nothing came. Brian just stood there, even managing a smile. “Congratulations, Taylor. You get an A+ in arithmetic.” Premise: