Page 22 of The Silencer
I sigh and rub at my face, trying to cool my overheated body.
“He told me not to sleep with any of the bodyguards. But we can be friends, right?”
I come to a stop at my bedroom door and glance up at Teddy. He’s not looking at me, but I can feel him listening.
I step forward and wrap my arms around him, making him startle slightly.
“You looked like you needed a hug, big guy.”
His eyes shift down to me before moving up to the wall behind me.
“Alright, well, see you tomorrow!” I say and then step inside my room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. In my bed, I see a lump and move toward Angel, who is buried under the covers.
“Scoot,” I whisper, and Angel just shifts over, letting me pull my clothes off and snuggle in next to him.
Odd, the ointment seems to be working. Suddenly, I’m not as sore as I expected to be.
“You smell like Aggie’s special super-secret ointment.”
“Mhm,” I say as I pull the soft blanket up around my face.
“Oh, and before I forget, Brayden has been blowing up your phone. So I just shut it off.”
“Yeah? I should probably check it. See if anyone’s missed me.” Like my parents or Ben, but then again, it’s only been a few days. I’m sure Anthony has taken care of all the finer details.
Actually, I know he has. He’s always so thorough.
“Mhm. Okay, whatever you want. Night, love,” Angel says, dozing off, his soft snores lulling me toward sleep.
I try not to be overly eager for my morning rub-down with Anthony. So I make sure not to arrive early. In fact, I arrive exactly two minutes late.
Probably didn’t help that I got distracted turning my phone on and going through all the messages left there. I noted that someone had replied to a message from my mom and also to Ben.
Probably Anthony, or maybe Angel.
And then there were the plethora of messages my ex had sent me. Most were sappy and apologetic for the way he treated me. He’d tried to keep me in the closet for fear of outing himself, and I refused to be stuffed in there. Did that once, won’t do it again.
The sex was pretty good though. I kinda miss that.
Although, I do have Anthony now. And his hands all over me.
Oh god, I want his hands all over me. It’s enough to make me forget all about Brayden and his stupid, dumb face and his obsession with closets.
Teddy is outside Anthony’s office door, his big arms folded across his chest. I don’t know when this man sleeps, but it can’t be much. Maybe he’s a monster in disguise and doesn’t need sleep.
“Hey, big man,” I say with a smile, running a hand through my damp hair. “Got an appointment with the boss.”
His eyes flick down to mine, but he doesn’t move. He’s like a statue, built like one too.
“I know, I know, I’m late,” I explain, tugging the robe around me a little tighter. Yes, I realize that I’m wandering around in the nude, with just this scrap of fabric to hide it, but honestly, I just showered, and if Anthony peels me out of my clothes again, I’m going to beg him to fuck me.
To go gay for just a few minutes.
Seconds, really. That’s all I’d need.
And while I do like to tease him and aggravate him, I don’t want to proposition him out of desperation. Then it’s not funny. It’s just sad. And I am not a sad man. Most of the time.
“But I had to check my text messages and shower, and honestly, Angel was really cuddly and I couldn’t peel him off me.”