Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Oh, fuck it. Lending a hand wouldn’t kill him, right? The guy probably wouldn’t even need much to come.
Quashing his distaste, Aiden said, “Fine.”
“Really?” Gadiel smiled, relief wiping the tension from his neck and shoulders. He really was gorgeous, with his perfect bone structure, beautiful eyes, and full lips.
The prospect of physical intimacy with him shouldn’t have made Aiden’s stomach churn uneasily.
“Really,” Aiden said, turning back toward the house. “Let’s get it over with.”
He walked into the house ahead of Gadiel, trying to steady the panicked beat of his heart. Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. There was no reason to feel like he was doing something wrong. Absolutely no reason. He would touch Gadiel’s dick, stroke it a few times, and that would be it. Considering the guy’s age and pent-up frustration, it would likely take less than a minute. Then it would be over.
“Where are you going?”
Aiden came to an abrupt halt, blinking at Zain’s tall figure that had seemingly materialized out of nowhere.
“We’re, um,” Gadiel said from behind Aiden. “Aiden agreed to help me out! Isn’t that nice of him?”
Zain didn’t even glance at him, his gaze on Aiden, heavy and suffocating.
Aiden could barely breathe, his heart starting to beat faster, but for an entirely different reason than panic.
“Did he,” Zain said flatly.
Aiden smiled and nodded. “I’m being very cooperative,” he said. “Just as you wanted.”
A muscle jumped by Zain’s temple.
Aiden smiled wider. “Would you like to watch us, to make sure I’m performing my duties well?” he said innocently.
“Eh,” Gadiel said from behind him. “I don’t think—”
“Go home, Gadiel,” Zain said, his dark eyes boring a hole in Aiden.
“What? Why—”
“I said go home,” Zain bit out. “I’ll speak to you later.”
Muttering in Arabic under his breath, Gadiel strode away sulkily.
As his footsteps faded, Aiden gave Zain a serene smile. “What? Why are you looking at me like I did something wrong when I did exactly what you told me to do? Don’t tell me you’re jealous?”
Zain strode forward, grabbed his arm, and yanked him close, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
Aiden utterly despised the way his body immediately went boneless.
“Jealous?” Zain said, glaring at his mouth. “No. I just don’t like someone else playing with my toys.”
“I bet you were a very selfish boy,” Aiden said, wrapping his arms around Zain’s neck and smiling at him. His stomach was full of horrible butterflies again. “Kiss me?”
Zain kissed him.
And everything else faded away.
There was only this horrible man, and this desire thrumming between them, like a living, breathing thing, unstoppable and intoxicating.
Chapter Thirteen
Three months later
“Zainie, no! Don’t go in there!”
Aiden ran after his kitten, but she had gotten much bigger and faster lately, and she was already in Zain’s bedroom before Aiden could catch up.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!”
Aiden entered the room after her and looked around. But she was nowhere to be seen. She was probably hiding under the bed again. Hopefully she’d emerge before Zain returned. He didn’t like Aiden’s kitten. To be fair, it might have something to do with Aiden naming his—very female—kitten after him in order to annoy him. Either way, Zain hated the kitten. Unfortunately, Aiden’s stupid kitten had grown to adore him.
“If Zain bitches at me because of you again, I’m going to drown you in the ocean.”
Zainie ignored him.
“You’re just as bad as Zain,” Aiden said with a sigh, sitting down on the bed.
They really were alike. Zain largely ignored him too, doing everything his own way, and deigned to touch Aiden only when it suited him.
Aiden stretched out on the bed and frowned when he glanced at the clock on the wall again.
Zain was late.
He was usually home no later than eight in the evening on Tuesdays. Not that Aiden kept track of Zain’s schedule or anything. Of course not.
Pursing his lips, Aiden turned onto his stomach and sighed.
“Aghh,” he growled into his pillow in frustration.
The pillow in question smelled good. Of course it did. It was Zain’s, and at this point, he was conditioned to Zain’s scent to a ridiculous degree. Conditioned? More like utterly addicted.
The fact that he was waiting for Zain in his room like a good little pet waiting for its owner spoke for itself.
The blame might be partly on his cat, but she wasn’t forcing him to remain here.
And yet here he was, even though he wasn’t even supposed to be in Zain’s room. Zain didn’t like having him here. He liked fucking him here well enough, but he was allergic to having Aiden around his personal space otherwise.
“I hate him,” Aiden said aloud.
The room’s silence seemed almost mocking.
“I really, really hate him,” Aiden said.
More mocking silence.
God, he was going insane if he was talking to a room. It was one thing that he talked to his cat, which was pretty pathetic in itself; talking to no one was a new low.