Page 24 of Good Boy
I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I agreed, desperate for a momentary escape from the intoxicating allure that Darius had become.
I closed my laptop and slid my phone into my pocket as I rounded my desk.
"Bring the other asshole, too. Haven’t talked to him in a while," Cole said as he headed toward the door.
Fuck. Couldn’t even catch a break during lunch.
Darius came sauntering down the hall, looking like the devil himself. I don't know if it was the suit, the hair or the walk, but I wanted to eat him.
"We're going to lunch."
We walked the short distance to the deli, my stomach growling with hunger. I was used to high-end restaurants with top-notch chefs, but this place had a charm to it that couldn't be denied. It was late enough that the usual lunch crowd had dispersed, leaving us with a relatively quiet atmosphere.
"Fuck, the sandwiches here are good," Cole said as he stepped inside the establishment.
I tore my eyes away from Darius as Cole sauntered up beside me, the familiar scent of his expensive cologne filling my nostrils. I dragged my hand down my face, forcing myself to focus on the menu board above the counter. I didn’t need to look at it for long before ordering because there were only ten options.
Fuck. This is going to be a long fucking lunch.
"Weston, you have to try the roast beef," Cole insisted, nudging me with his elbow. "It's killer."
"Whatever," I mumbled, ordering the roast beef sandwich, my stomach twisting in knots.
Darius opted for turkey and avocado, while Cole went with the pastrami. We found a table near the window, the afternoon sun streaming in and casting long shadows across the linoleum floor.
As we sat down, Cole launched into a rambling conversation about some upcoming changes at the firm, new clients, office politics, our father, and the usual bullshit. I tried to pay attention, but every cell in my body was screaming for him to shut the fuck up so I could steal another glance at Darius.
"Weston?" Cole raised an eyebrow, his voice pulling me back to reality. "You're being awfully quiet, man. Everything okay?"
"Mm-hmm.”
"Ah, I get it." Cole smirked. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "So, have you started fucking your wife again, or what? She must be crawling up the walls by now."
The words hit me like a sucker punch, and I nearly choked on my sandwich. I coughed violently, the sudden and harsh sound filling the air, and immediately reached for my glass of water. My face burned with embarrassment and anger, but I couldn't let Cole see how much his question affected me.
"None of your damn business," I snapped, my voice cold and hard. "Can we just eat?"
"Whoa, touchy." Cole chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just trying to lighten the mood, man."
"Shut the fuck up," I said and took another bite of my sandwich, the flavors a welcome distraction from the growing tension in my chest.
As we continued our meal, I couldn't help but steal glances at Darius, my mind racing with fantasies of what I wanted to do to him. The thought of Cole's probing questions and our little secret face fuck from this morning only fueled my hunger for him.
Damn.
The office was a fucking mess after the long day of meetings, arguments with clients, and all the other shit that came with being a high-powered divorce attorney. I could still feel the strain in my neck from all the hours spent hunched over, listening to the mind-numbing bullshit. Darius looked just as done with it all as I felt.
"Weston," my mother's voice crackled through the phone as I packed up to leave. "I need you and Darius to come to the house for dinner."
"Are you serious?" I grumbled, annoyed at the short notice. But despite my irritation, I agreed. For some damn reason, I always caved when it came to family obligations.
"We'll be there," I said through clenched teeth before hanging up.
Darius glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Family dinner?"
"Yep. Get ready for a shit show."
I grabbed my leather satchel and we left the office together, the door slamming shut behind us with a satisfying thud.