Falling in love with Stephen Caldwell hadn't been a part of the plan. He's a client, for fuck's sake! One of Kyle's best, most favorite clients, sure, but the harsh reality is that at the end of his holiday, Stephen flies back to England, back to his wife and two beautiful daughters.
Kyle doesn't ask if Stephen's wife questions all these so-called business trips to Vegas. From what he's been able to glean from what little Stephen's told him about Meredith, he has a feeling she doesn't care.
And that's another thing that tells him he's in way too deep. He knows too much personal stuff about Stephen. The names of his wife and children, the girls' ages. He's heard so many charming and funny stories about Gia and Katie that he feels as if he almost knows them. He was out shopping for Christmas presents and almost purchased a My Little Pony toy because he thinks he recalls Stephen saying Katie doesn't have that particular one yet. He'd had to force himself away from the Sephora display. He doesn't need to buy Gia makeup, no matter the quality; how would Stephen explain the gifts anyway? "Oh, these are from my paramour, who's a man, and whom I pay."
Kyle huffs out a frustrated breath. He knows what he has to do even though it will be extremely difficult.
He has to end it. Now. Stephen just can't be his client anymore. He doesn't want to end up with a broken heart because Stephen just thinks of him as a paid fling.
So he waits until the next time Stephen is visiting him. He tries to be a little standoffish when Stephen enters the hotel suite, because he has to be. He can't allow himself to be distracted from his goal, no matter how much it kills him to say the words. He waits until Stephen has set his coat and suitcase down, and tries to step away as Stephen leans in for a kiss.
"Stephen, there's something I need to say." Damn his voice for trembling. This is no time for emotions getting the best of him.