Page 106 of Never Say Never

"Let me clean this all up." York reached for the multitude of papers littering his bed and floor. He was normally a neat man. As my boss, he had everything in order, and everything had a place. Here, it felt like York was all over.

"It's fine, there's stuff everywhere. They can take my bed."

"Paolo," York whispered behind me as I headed to my room.

I hummed, my arms screaming in agony. It was an ache I could ignore. I'd rather die than drop the girls. York took one look at my face and opened the door. My room was practically empty. I used it just how I used the apartment I had as Paul. Nothing stuck out. The bed was freshly made as if I was ready to disappear at a moment's notice.

"Can you grab Nyra?" I asked York.

He scooped her out of my arms and kissed her forehead as he placed her down in the bed. I put Navy right next to her twin, and like clockwork, they rolled toward the middle and cuddled together.

Twins are the best.

"Maybe turn on cartoons so they don't wake up," I suggested.

York passed the remote over. "You know what they like. Apparently, I'm not great at picking shows out."

A soft chuckle rumbled out of my chest as I turned the girl's favorite cute cartoon on before heading out.

York stopped me, his hand on my arm. I zeroed in on it. Him touching me tonight probably wasn't in his best interest. My cock was hard and my adrenaline was still through the roof. I either wanted to be fucked until I couldn't breathe, or fuck him into the mattress to the point he wouldn't be able to remember his own name.

"Stop looking at me like that," York said. He was only an inch taller than me, but it only meant we were always perfectly aligned. I could close the distance between us and kiss his full lips without so much as a stretch. "Stop, Paolo." York placed his hand in the middle of my chest. He licked his lips, teasing me further.

"Stop touching me then."

York's hand dropped away, and I missed the contact the moment it was gone.

Sexual tension circled us, pushing us closer as we stared into each other's eyes. How could he stand there and not go insane when it felt like everything in the world was screaming for us to be together?

"Your face is still bleeding," he pointed out.

"Okay."

York's brows dipped before he turned and headed for his room. He left the door open. I hesitated for ten seconds before choosing to follow behind him. I closed the door behind me and the quietness of his room sank in. We'd only been staying at Benito's place for a little while, and already it smelled heavily of York. I readjusted my cock as the need to pull my dick out and stroke it overcame me.

"Here it is." York turned, eyeing me wearily. He glanced at the door and then at me again. "Sit on the edge of the bed so I can patch you up."

"Sure thing, boss man." I plopped down, more than happy to let York take care of me. This was the most attention he'd given me since we arrived.

"Paul—Paolo." York shook his head, his mouth shutting as if he wasn't sure what he wanted to say.

My stomach twisted; he still wanted to see me as Paul. There were parts of me that couldn’t say Paul was completely fake, but he wasn't the real me either. York's touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned up the cut on my cheek and bandaged it.

Before he could take a step away, I grabbed his waist. The elastic waistband of his sweats was easy to hold onto. "Missed me?"

York looked down at my hands and then at my face. "No."

That hurt but I could take it. I knew I was wearing him down; he was mine after all. I released him, and York took a few healthy steps back.

As if he couldn't help himself, he opened his mouth. "If you stayed gone, it would make my life easier."

York knew how to say shit to piss me off. I was starting to think he was doing it on purpose, to see if he could get a rise out of me. Every single time, it was a test of my patience, and it was wearing thinner by the day.

"York."

My boss shrugged, putting away the first aid kit he had in his room. He slipped it back under the bed. "You asked."

I ran my tongue over my teeth forcing a smile. "Keep it up." He was going to have me flying off the handle. I was still trying to give him pieces of Paul. I'd played him for so long that sometimes it felt easier. But with each passing day, I fell into my true self. Keeping up the facade was impossible. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes. I'd smoked maybe once or twice while we had our boys night out, but now I was smoking because a certain someone was pissing me off on purpose. If I didn't find something to do with my hands quickly, I was likely to grab him by the throat and force him down to his knees.