Page 69 of King of Hollywood
“You’re not?”
“No.”
We were at a standstill. Like an old Western film. Two cowboys in a duel. Felix waited me out, his lips twitching—like he was amused, even though his silence was apparently a weapon he could use against me.
It wasn’t fair. What happened to the bumbling nervous man I’d walked in the woods with? It was like he could see right through me. See the way I ached for him. And like a switch had flipped, Felix’s nervousness melted away. His true confidence began to shine through and it was…god, it was heady.
It felt like a century passed before I spoke.
“I’m protecting you.”
He cocked his head to the side, assessing me. “I see.” He scratched his pec, and my eyes snapped to the movement, my mouth suddenly dry. “So you’re not spying on me?”
“I mean…I am.”
“Right.”
“So that I can protect you.”
“Right.” Felix laughed. It was a lovely, tinkling sound. “It’s not because you’re obsessed with me or anything.”
“Of course not.” Even I knew that sounded like a goddamn lie.
“It would be okay if you were,” Felix said, voice low and fluttery. “I’d like it.”
“You…would?”
“Yes.” His eyes were such a striking shade of red. I didn’t understand why he’d chosen to wear colored contacts, but I didn’t mind. Not when they were so damn pretty. “I miss…being watched,” Felix admitted, and his words were fragile and soft. “Being adored.”
“Oh.”
He offered me the grace of God then, because he didn’t ask me any more questions about the cameras. In fact…he kept me company while I finished installing the second one, then followed behind me like a sleepy little duckling as I showed him where the first one was.
“So, you’re telling me, that if I stand here—” Felix guided me back into the kitchen, then stood in the corner of the room facing the camera. “You’ll be able to see it?”
“Correct.” I showed him the app on my phone, a little, tiny Felix and Marshall showed up on the screen. I looked massive when standing next to him. Ginormous. Like a fucking mountain troll. My cock ached already, staring at the first ever photo of us together.
I screen-shotted it while I was looking, just in case.
I’d need to frame this.
Just imagine all the pictures I’ll get!
There were so many wonderful opportunities.
“Okay,” Felix said, smiling up at me. “This is going to be fun.”
I didn’t know what he meant.
At least…not until the next day when I was going through the first day of footage and saw Felix walk to that same corner of the kitchen I’d shown him. He raised his hands, made an odd shape with them, and paused there for a solid minute or two—probably to make sure the camera captured what he was trying to do.
It wasn’t until I’d screen-shotted and zoomed in that I realized what symbol he’d been making with his hands.
A heart.
For me.
For the next week, every day like clockwork Felix would wake up and wander into the kitchen to give me a heart. On Tuesday he even blew me a kiss. Aside from that, the cameras didn’t catch much.