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There was another deep groan. “For fuck’s sake,Adam, state your business before I come, and you have to hear it. Fucking hell if I’d let my best friend hear me moaning in pure ecstasy.”

Adam raised a brow. “Like hell I’d want to hear that.” More seriously, he asked, “You free tomorrow? I want you to look at a boy for me.”

“A patient?” Chase asked.

“Yep, foxkin, eighteen, underweight, malnourished. He was severely beaten with bruises, scratches, and who knows what else. I don’t think there are any broken bones though. Check his ass please; that’s important.”

Chase chuckled. “Sure thing. Ah, another foxkin, eh? I have one right here doing pleasurable things to me because I saved his friend’s life. A redhead. Fucking beautiful. Fuck, he heard me.”

Adam was amused.He heard me?Of course, the foxkin would hear him because he was right there, wasn’t he, sucking Chase’s dick off.

“So it’s a he?” Adam asked.

But of course, it didn’t seem like Chase was paying Adam any attention. “Don’t stop, you’re doing a great job. Good boy, do that, yeah…”

Good boy, eh?

Another deep groan came over the line, which made Adam shake his head with a smirk on his face.

“Chase? Are you back on earth yet?”

Chase cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, kind of. And, of course, it’s a boy. You know I’m fucking gay, and I’m coming over there to check out the patient at six. Make me dinner. That’s your payment.”

“Deal. I’ll leave you to your little fun time then. See you tomorrow,” Adam said and then ended the call.

Appointment for Shiro made, he got up and headed into his bedroom, not bothering with switching on the light.

Fuck, he was tired. It was well past midnight, after all.

He shouldn’t have caved into the office peer pressure and gone out drinking on a weekday with work colleagues. Well, they had been persistent, and the constant invitations were beginning to irritate him. Of course, he couldn’t very well demand the men to shut the fuck up and not bother him withhisfearsome, dark scowl, one he usually used on his own men back at the Sullivan headquarters, but…

Ah, maybe working in an office wasn’t for him after all. Well, he couldn’t complain there, since it had been his choice to go on a‘sabbatical leave’as his men put it, and nonchalantly walk into that sort of job—the normal type, sitting in an office and staring at computer screens and shuffling papers and running numbers. Such a boring job, being an office administrator, a far cry from his previous position as the boss of the Sullivan mafia clan.

He headed into the en suite, switched on the light, and then shut the door. After brushing his teeth, he stripped himself naked and then headed into the shower.

As the warm water pounded down on him, he stared at his cock. Damn, Chase must be having a fine time right now, the lucky bastard. A redheaded foxkin, eh?Suddenly, Shiro’s beautiful face and sensual lips appeared in his mind’s eyes, and Adam swore under his breath.

He dismissed the thought of the boy from his mind and cleaned himself thoroughly. About ten minutes later, he was done and headed out, dried himself with a fluffy white towel, and walked out the door, stark naked. He was in the middle of his room when he stopped short, staring at the lumpy cocoon of a body in his luxurious king-sized bed, a mop of white hair on one of his pillows.

What the fuck? Shiro? In his bed?

The boy must have gotten the wrong room. Well, it was his fault, Adam admitted, for not showing Shiro where the spare bedroom was, so of course the boy would get into the wrong room. This one was closer to the living area, after all.

Too tired to even want to do anything, let alone lifting the boy up and carrying him to the other room, Adam simply walked to the bed, pulled back the duvet, and got in between the sheets. After making himself comfortable on his side, he shut his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

5

Shiro

Iwoke up with a start, my heart pounding hard and furious inside my chest and my body trembling in terror. My breathing was heavy as I tensed, my mind racing.

Where am I?

Was I back at the institute and sleeping in the cold dorm, or was I on the street and sleeping it rough? But it felt warm and cozy, the air not freezing and the bed not hard and uncomfortable like either of those two places.

I stared up at what appeared to be the ceiling.

Ceiling.