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Iron Curtain - Devil's Eyes (Official Video) -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 3: Ben stared at the advertisement for nearly an hour before finally opening a blank email. He started typing. Deleted it. Started again. Deleted that one too. How did someone respond to an offer like this without sounding desperate? Finally, he decided honesty was the best approach. “Hello Kevin and Emily, My name is Benjamin Carter, though everyone calls me Ben. I came across your post tonight, and I know it’s one of the most unusual advertisements I’ve ever seen. I won’t pretend I wasn’t surprised. I also won’t pretend I wasn’t interested. I don’t come from much. I’ve spent most of my life wishing I knew what it felt like to belong to a family. Your post wasn’t just about the financial offer—it sounded like two people looking for someone to care about. If that’s truly what you’re looking for, I’d love the opportunity to speak with you and answer any questions you may have about me. Thank you for your time. —Ben Carter” He read it twice before pressing Send. Immediately, doubt crept in. What if they think I’m weird? What if they’ve already found someone? What if the entire thing was fake? For the next week, Ben checked his email far more often than he cared to admit. Every morning before work. During lunch. After work. Right before bed. Most days there was nothing. Seven days later, just as Ben was finishing another warehouse shift, his phone buzzed. New Email. His heart skipped. The sender read: Kevin Harrison. Ben hurried outside before opening it. “Hi Ben, Thank you for reaching out and for sharing a little about yourself. Emily and I appreciated your honesty very much. If you’re still interested, we’d love to get to know you better before discussing anything further. There’s absolutely no pressure or obligation on either side—we simply think a conversation is the best place to begin. Looking forward to hearing from you. —Kevin” Ben smiled for what felt like the first time all week. He replied within minutes. That first exchange turned into another. Then another. Over the next several days, the emails gradually gave way to messages. Kevin asked about Ben’s hobbies. His favorite foods. The jobs he’d worked. Whether he enjoyed sports. Books. Movies. Ben answered every question honestly. He admitted he’d never traveled outside the surrounding states. He enjoyed reading mystery novels borrowed from the public library. He liked cooking simple meals whenever he had time. He had a habit of fixing broken furniture instead of throwing it away. He confessed that Christmas was his favorite holiday, even though he’d usually spent it alone. Kevin never judged him. Instead, he seemed genuinely interested. Kevin also shared small details about himself and Emily. They loved cooking together despite having a chef. Emily adored gardening on their rooftop terrace. They hosted charity dinners several times each year. Neither of them cared much about expensive possessions anymore. What they missed was simply sharing their lives with someone. By the end of the week, Kevin finally sent another message. “Ben, I think it’s time we meet in person, if you’re comfortable with that.” Ben stared at the screen. He took a deep breath before typing. “I’d like that.” Kevin suggested dinner three evenings later. He had already reserved a table for 7:00 p.m. at one of the city’s finest Italian restaurants downtown. Ben recognized the name immediately. Not because he’d eaten there. Because he’d walked past it dozens of times. The valet parking. The elegantly dressed guests. The glowing reviews online. It wasn’t the kind of place someone with his budget could afford. Still, he accepted. The reservation was set. Three days. That was all that separated him from meeting Kevin and Emily Harrison. Those three days passed painfully slowly. Ben found himself thinking about the dinner constantly. The evening before, he opened his closet and frowned. There wasn’t much to choose from. Two pairs of jeans. Several work shirts. A hoodie. An old sweater. One dress shirt. One navy-blue blazer he’d purchased years earlier for a job interview. He carefully tried everything on. The blazer still fit. Barely. He ironed the white shirt until every wrinkle disappeared. He polished his only pair of dress shoes. They weren’t expensive, but they were clean. Respectable. Presentable. Standing in front of the mirror, he practiced introducing himself. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” “No… too formal.” “Thank you for inviting me.” He smiled. Too forced. He tried again. He practiced answering questions. Talking about his childhood. His work. Why the advertisement had caught his attention. Several times he stopped altogether, embarrassed that he was rehearsing conversations with people he’d never met. Yet he couldn’t help himself. This dinner somehow felt bigger than a job interview. It felt like the possibility of a future he’d never imagined having. That night, sleep refused to come. Ben lay awake staring at the ceiling. Every possible outcome played through his mind. Maybe they’d like him. Maybe they’d realize he wasn’t what they were looking for. Maybe the whole arrangement would end before it even began. Around three in the morning, he finally drifted off. Across town, life looked very different inside the Harrison penthouse. Kevin sat in his office reading through the messages he’d exchanged with Ben one last time. Each conversation reinforced the same impression. Ben seemed humble. Kind. Hardworking. Honest. He never exaggerated his accomplishments. He admitted when he didn’t know something. He spoke warmly about the few happy memories he had with his mother. Kevin found himself respecting the young man more with every message. Emily appeared in the doorway holding two mugs of tea. “So?” she asked with an eager smile. Kevin looked up. “I think we’ve found someone worth meeting.” Emily hurried over and sat beside him. “Tell me everything.” Kevin handed her his tablet. Emily spent nearly twenty minutes reading every exchange. She smiled when Ben talked about repairing old furniture. Her eyes watered when she reached the part about spending Christmases alone. “He sounds… lonely,” she whispered. Kevin nodded. “I think so too.” “And kind.” “I agree.” Emily looked up hopefully. “Do you think he’ll like us?” Kevin laughed softly. “I think that’s what we’re going to find out.” “When?” Kevin smiled. “Dinner.” “When?” “Three days from now.” Emily clasped her hands together, unable to hide her excitement. “Really?” “Seven o’clock.” She practically bounced off the sofa. “Oh my goodness…” Kevin chuckled. “I’ve never seen you this excited over a dinner reservation.” “You don’t understand.” She looked toward the hallway that led to the nursery, a room she still visited almost every day. “What if this is the beginning?” Kevin reached over and gently took her hand. “Maybe it is.” For the first time in years, both of them found themselves counting down the days—not to another business meeting, gala, or vacation, but to a simple dinner with a young man they hoped might become an important part of their lives. Chapter 4: The next three days seemed to pass at two different speeds. For Kevin, they disappeared beneath meetings, phone calls, and last-minute business obligations. For Emily, they crawled. Every morning she found herself asking the same question. “What day is it?” Kevin would grin. “Still two days.” Or… “Tomorrow.” By the afternoon of the dinner, Emily had already changed outfits three times. She stood in front of the enormous walk-in closet, surrounded by elegant dresses arranged by color. “What about the navy one?” Kevin suggested from the bedroom. Emily frowned at her reflection. “Too formal.” She disappeared behind the closet door again. A few minutes later she emerged wearing a soft emerald-green dress. Kevin smiled immediately. “There she is.” “You think so?” “I do.” She looked down, smoothing the fabric. “I don’t want him to think we’re trying to impress him.” “You could wear jeans and still impress someone.” Emily rolled her eyes with a laugh. “That’s not helpful.” Kevin walked over and gently rested his hands on her shoulders. “Emily.” She met his eyes. “Just be yourself.” “What if he expects… I don’t know… wealthy people who only talk about money?” “Then we’ll disappoint him.” She laughed again. “I suppose we will.” Kevin kissed her forehead. “The goal tonight isn’t to convince Ben of anything.” “It’s not?” “No.” “What is it?” “To find out whether the three of us actually enjoy spending time together.” Emily nodded slowly. “I can do that.” She paused. “…I think.” Earlier that afternoon, Emily wandered into the nursery. She hadn’t intended to. It simply happened. Her fingers drifted across the bookshelf filled with untouched storybooks. She straightened a stuffed elephant sitting in the rocking chair. Then she stopped beside the crib. Quietly, she whispered to the empty room. “I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight.” A small smile appeared. “But… maybe someone will finally laugh in this house.” She switched off the light and gently closed the door behind her. At four o’clock, Kevin walked into the kitchen where their private chef was preparing dinner for the staff. “We won’t be eating here tonight,” Kevin said. The chef smiled knowingly. “The restaurant reservation?” Kevin nodded. “Good luck.” “Thank you.” As Kevin walked away, he realized how unusual those words sounded. Good luck. He’d negotiated billion-dollar contracts. Addressed thousands of shareholders. Given interviews on national television. Yet somehow…Dinner with one twenty-two-year-old stranger made him far more nervous. Around five o’clock, Emily found Kevin standing by the living room windows overlooking the city. “You’ve been staring out there for ten minutes.” “I know.” “Nervous?” He smiled without turning around. “A little.” She slipped her hand into his. “So am I.” Kevin finally looked at her. “I keep wondering…” “What?” “What if he walks in and immediately realizes we’re completely insane?” Emily burst into laughter. “Kevin!” “I’m serious.” She leaned against him. “I think if he still agreed to meet us after reading that advertisement…” “…he probably already suspects we’re a little unusual.” They both laughed. The tension eased. If only for a moment. By six o’clock, they were ready. Kevin wore a tailored charcoal suit with a simple white shirt and no tie. Emily had settled on the emerald-green dress, paired with understated jewelry and low heels. Elegant. Comfortable. Approachable. She didn’t want tonight to feel like a business negotiation. She wanted it to feel like dinner. As they rode the private elevator down to the lobby, neither spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was filled with anticipation. Outside, their driver opened the rear door of the Rolls-Royce. The city glowed with early evening light as traffic carried them toward downtown. Emily looked out the window, watching people walking along the sidewalks. Families. Couples. Parents pushing strollers. She smiled softly. Kevin noticed. “What are you thinking?” “I’ve spent years imagining what motherhood would look like. I just want someone to love.” “I know.” “And someone who’ll let us love them.” Neither said another word. Across town, Ben stood in front of the mirror one final time. White shirt. Navy blazer. Dark slacks. Polished shoes. He’d shaved carefully that morning and trimmed his hair himself as neatly as he could. He looked…Respectable. At least he hoped so. He checked the time. 6:08 p.m. Far too early. He couldn’t sit still. He walked around his apartment. Straightened things that were already straight. Opened the refrigerator without taking anything out. Checked that he had his wallet. His phone. His keys. Then checked again. Finally, he left. The subway ride downtown felt longer than usual. As stations passed, he replayed every conversation he’d had with Kevin. Every message. Every possibility. Be honest. Don’t try to impress them. Don’t overshare. Smile. Listen. He wondered what Emily would be like. Would she be quiet? Warm? Reserved? Would Kevin be the same calm, thoughtful man he’d come to know through messages? Or would everything feel different face to face? The train slowed. His stop. Ben climbed the station stairs into the cool evening air. The restaurant stood half a block away. Warm golden lights spilled through tall windows onto the sidewalk. A valet greeted arriving guests. People in tailored suits and elegant dresses laughed as they entered. Ben suddenly became very aware of his own heartbeat. He glanced down at his clothes one last time. Smoothed the front of his blazer. Take a deep breath. This could change your life. Or…It could simply be dinner with two strangers. Either way, there was no turning back now. He looked up at the restaurant’s entrance, the soft glow of its sign illuminating the sidewalk, and gathered himself before taking the final steps toward the door. -
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