Page 11 of Primal Bonds 1
That drew Shiro’s attention to him, and Adam saw the surprised look in the boy’s eyes. So, he expected to be kicked out, did he?
“I can stay the night?” he asked tentatively.
Of course, he could stay the night. Why else would he have given him a pair of pajamas?
“Didn’t I say I’d take you to see a doctor friend of mine?”
The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I won’t be able to pay for it and stuff.”
“Don’t worry,” Adam said. “He’s pretty charitable. Not the type to walk away from helping out when he can.”
“Like you?” Shiro asked.
Adam raised a brow. He snorted. “What makes you think I’m charitable?”
“You helped me when no one would,” Shiro said.
His face impassive, Adam said, “I’m far from being the benevolent person you think I am, Shiro. You don’t know me so don’t assume.”
Crimson color creeped across Shiro’s cheeks, and Adam felt the urge to lean forward and caress them with the backs of his fingers. Just as that impulse came, he frowned darkly.
Fuck!
“You’re right,” the boy said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t assume. I don’t know you. We’re strangers.”
“Why do you have to be sorry?” Adam asked, the dark frown on his face even more severe now.
Shiro bit his lip and kept quiet, looking freaked out as hell.
Fuck! Was his tone too firm and demanding just now? Adam thought. Or was it because of his scowl. He was told often enough he had a fearsome look on his face when he was displeased.
Having no clue what to do to rectify the situation, the man finished his meal and then picked up the plates and mugs and headed into the kitchen. As he was cleaning, he said over his shoulder, “Why don’t you go to bed?” He added, “Don’t worry, I won’t call the police or report you to the institute while you’re sleeping. I’m not such a scum.”
“Okay,” he heard Shiro say softly. “Thanks, Adam.”
He faintly heard movements after that, which meant Shiro had left the living room. After cleaning up, he loosened his tie and then headed over to the sofa and collapsed on it.
It had been a busy day, for sure.
Crossing one leg over the other, he took out his phone and went into the contact list. He clicked on the name Chase and made a call. It was picked up within seconds, followed by a deep, gruff voice saying, “Idiot! Don’t bother me. I’m busy.”
Adam laughed in amusement. “Who’s the idiot one answering the phone when he’s busy?”
“What do you want?” Chase demanded. “Fuck! You haven’t gone and gotten yourself stabbed or shot again, have you?”
Adam snorted. “If I were stabbed or shot, would I be speaking to you normally, or even laugh for that matter? Besides, you know I’m retired from that shit.”
A snort came from Chase. “Retired, my ass. Yeah, you keep deluding yourself into thinking that, Adam. The fact is reality is a different story. We know you can’t just walk away fromthatlife. And where you’re concerned, it’s difficult to differentiate since you’re the idiot who laughs when there’s a knife sticking in your gut.” He sighed. “So, what is it? I told you I’m busy.”
“With what?”
“None of your business,” came the reply. “Fuck!” He let out a deep groan.
Adam narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah? So, what? My dick is in a willing mouth and it’s fucking amazing. Now I’m going to enjoy my time. I’m ending the call.”
Adam burst out chuckling. “So you are busy, you bastard.”