The flight attendant brought Robbie another drink, which he polished off right away. What he really wanted was the entire bottle but he didn't feel like being scraped off the floor of the plane.

Robbie was on his way to Chicago. After everything that went down, his father thought it would be a good idea for him to get away from London for a while. Since Father lived and worked in Chicago he invited Robbie to stay with him.

Robbie agreed to staying in the Windy City, but not in his father's house. He really didn't want to live with the old man in a cold mausoleum of a house. It would put a serious crimp in his lifestyle. He planned on raising some serious hell in this city. He had never been to Chicago before but he heard that the nightlife was hella wild.

Father had set him up in a small apartment in the Hyde Park area near his work. He also made arrangements to have one of his many minions look after him. This minion would be living next door and they would be showing him around. Great, like he needed it.

When the plane landed at O'Hare airport Robbie wobbled slightly off, feeling a little buzzed. He sent a text to his dad letting him know that he landed safely in one piece.

Father answered back: Harry will be waiting to pick you up. He will be looking after you. Be sure to let him help with luggage.

All Robbie had was a carry on. He would send for the rest of his stuff later, if he decided to stay in Chicago.

Robbie felt rebellious. He thought about ditching this Harry something and taking a cab to the nearest night club. Have a few drinks, meet some guy, dance the night away. If the guy was hot enough he'll take him to a hotel and screw the life out of him. The perfect plan. If he didn't see this Harry whatever in five minutes that was what he was going to do.

Better yet, he should look up his friend Thomas. Thomas had moved to Chicago when his job transferred him. They had some crazy hot times in England, Robbie was sorry when Thomas had to move. He told Robbie to feel free to look him up whenever he came out. Maybe he should. Robbie wasn't sure if Thomas was still in Chicago though. Thomas couldn't stay in one place long. Maybe he'll check on Thomas once he got there.

With his bag hanging from his shoulder Robbie looked around the crowded airport. So where was this guy that was suppose to be taking care of him? Father was going to get an earful about this. The last thing Robbie needed was a babysitter. He could take care of himself, thank you very much.

As Robbie passed by a glass partition, planning on getting a cab to a nightclub, something caught his eye.

Or rather someone.

Robbie stopped in his tracks and stared.

Sitting on the other side of the glass sat this guy, this gorgeous man, this angel from heaven. He had longish wavy brown hair that he just pushed back behind one ear. His lashes appeared to be long against his rosy cheeks. He was looking through his phone.

Robbie just stood there watching him. His clothes weren't expensive, just some faded skinny jeans and a Rolling Stones T shirt with the lips and tongue. Yet he still looked hot. Oh yum, he thought. He was so ditching that Harry something so he could pick up this guy and have some fun. He deserved a treat.

Impulsively Robbie tapped on the glass. The guy looked up and Robbie could feel his heart pick up speed. Those eyes were an amazing emerald green. His lips were pink, full and kissable.

"Hi," Robbie said, keeping one hand on the glass, wishing he could touch him. Omg, he had to have this McDreamy. He was birthday and Christmas rolled into one. There was something about him.

The angel stared back. He seemed to be intrigued by Robbie. Excellent, Robbie thought. There was a connection.

"You're hot." Robbie blurted out. God, he wanted this guy so bad. He was already getting hard thinking about all the fun they were going to have later.

The guy didn't respond, he just stared back.

"What's your name?" Robbie persisted a little aggressively. What was the deal with this guy? Wasn't he interested? Didn't he want Robbie as much as Robbie wanted him?

Then the guy pointed back. "Who are you?"

Finally! "I'm Robbie." He smiled while watching this guy's delicious lips, wondering how those lips would feel around his. . .Cool down, he told himself. There was plenty of time for that later. He studied his prey. He was definitely different from the rest. He seemed a little shy and reserved. Great, Robbie could use a challenge.

The guy held up a finger. "Wait a minute." He took out his phone and began going through it, searching for something. Robbie was a little taken aback by that. How rude, he thought. Nobody paid more attention to their phone than to him, except for his father.

Yet somehow that seemed kinda cool. That made Robbie want him more than he ever wanted anyone else. With every fiber of his being. What was it about this guy?

The hot stranger held his phone up to the glass. "Is that you?"

Robbie squinted and looked closely at the phone. There was a picture of him wearing large aviator sunglasses, taken during the time when he was hiding one of his many black eyes.

He stared back at the guy in confusion. What was he doing with that picture? Did he know him? Oh wait! Could this be. . .

"Are you Harry?" He asked. Please, please, if there's a God, say yes.

The guy nodded and smiled. (Oh hallelujah, thank God!) He came around the glass and held out his hand. "I'm Harry, your father sent me to get you."

Robbie could feel his heart pounding rapidly as he smiled and took his hand. Oh, so this was Harry! He couldn't believe his good fortune. Harry was a little taller than he was and built very nicely. What luck! This hot as hell guy was going to be taking care of him.

Thank you, Daddy, Robbie thought. This was the best gift he had ever gotten from the old man.

Thomas was long forgotten.

A/N This was actually the first chapter of Book One "Meeting" from Robbie's point of view.