Roy’s eyes widen in shock on seeing Mr. Anderson blatantly flirting with the waitress and a lump forms in his throat. Biting back the rush of tears, Roy stiffens and straightens his back, walking out of the door but before he can take the next step, a hand clasps around his neck, holding him in place. Roy smells him before he hears him and the shock waves of arousal that slithers through him repulse him. “Let me go,” Roy snaps and tries to twist out of Bryan’s grip, momentarily forgetting that he was a Lycan. “Roy, listen…” he starts to say but Roy cuts him short. “I don’t know what games you are playing but please don’t make me a part of it,” his voice breaks, “Maybe you have a thing for fucking boys secretly, probably a…kink. It doesn’t make you gay, Mr. Anderson.” As quick as lightning, Bryan yanks him around and presses him against the wall at the backstreet next to the café, “Shut up and listen to me.” The fight instantly goes out of Roy’s body on seeing the blazing fire in
Roy's cheeks redden, wondering how the news got to Mr. Flake, his immediate boss. He’d been careful enough not to let anyone see him.Mr. Flake stands from the edge of Roy’s table where he propped against, “Bryan Anderson has never taken any interest in any worker below the 15th floor. Ever since I’ve been employed here, I haven’t met him face to face. Why is he suddenly asking for your file?”Roy swallows, unable to answer.“Don’t think about denying it because I saw you at the Coffee shop next to the company.” He snaps, straightening his shoulders so he towers over Roy. He was clearly trying to intimidate him.“Bry—I mean Mr. Anderson didn’t take me to lunch, sir.” Roy lies, blushing furiously, “I-I…uh…spilled coffee on him when I went to grab a burger from the Café.”Mr. Flake narrows his eyes suspiciously, “That doesn’t explain why you sat at the same table with him or why he’s asking my secretary for your file!”“You know I’m the social media handler of this company,” Roy scratch
“Where have you been?” Hailey bolts off the sofa at the sound of the door opening and flies into Roy’s arms, “I was worried sick that something happened to you.” Roy smiles shakily at his family and hugs Hailey tighter, “I’m so sorry for how I treated you after you had baby. It was so insensitive. I didn’t understand how it felt…what you were going through.” Hailey’s face clouds and she pulls away from Roy, “I don’t want to talk about that.” Liam sends him a puzzled look as he strolls into the room with Hailey. “Where did you get the tie, Roy?’ Twin red spots appear on his face and he looks away, “my boss, Mr. Flake wanted me to dress up properly so he gave him his spare tie.” That was a lie. He took the tie he saw on the seat of Bryan’s Limo, to cover the marks he knew would be on his neck in order to avoid suspicion from Liam. Hailey rolls her eyes, “What exactly is their problem at Anderson fucking Inc.?” Roy shrugs and takes a slice from the leftover pizza on the ottoman. “I
The bar is loud and hectic, full of horny men out to get trashed. Angelo, A friend they’d made at the bar joins them. He usually hangs out with his boyfriend but today he was alone. Angelo is hot with a cowlick that always falls over his brow and clearly worked out from the muscles straining beneath his lightweight shirt but he doesn’t hold a candle to Bryan Anderson who is a walking sex-on-legs.’ Roy flushes at the dark path his thoughts were taking. “Why is Zac not with you?” Hailey yells over the bellowing male voices and Angelo shrugs carelessly, “We broke up.” They are shocked to find him blasé as he and Zac were mostly inseparable but Roy, Liam, and Hailey don’t push it. Since Angelo is in the mood to party, he gets them into the spirit by buying a pitcher of margaritas for them all. As Roy is down his fifth, he knows this is not a good idea on top of the shitty day he had. “So what are you doing now, Roy?” Angelo shouts at him over the noise. “Well, Liam got me a job in a
He lets Roy slide down his body, and taking his hand, Bryan leads him back into the bar. He feels weak, still drunk, embarrassed, tired, appalled, and on some strange level, Roy was exhilarated, euphoric even. Bryan is clutching my hand,’ Roy notes ecstatically. Such a befuddling array of emotions was flooding him that he’ll need at least a week to process them all. The bar is noisy and crowded and the music has started so there is a large crowd on the dance floor. Liam and Hailey are not at their table and Angelo has disappeared. Kingsley looks lost and pitiful on his own. That’s the Hailey effect. “Where’s Hailey and Liam?” Roy shouts at Kingsley above the noise. His head is beginning to pound in time to the thumping bass line of the music. “Hailey went dancing,” Kingsley shouts back, and Roy can tell he’s angry. He is eyeing Bryan suspiciously. “And Liam had to leave.” Angelo must have told Kingsley something. Roy shrugs on the black jacket he left on the seat. He’ll be ready
Roy wakes up with a ringing in his head in a very quiet place. The light in the room is muted and aside from the pain in his head, he is comfortable and warm, in this bed. For a moment, Roy lays back and takes in the tranquility and serenity, enjoying the strange unfamiliar environment. He has no idea where he is. The bedhead behind him is in the form of a massive claw. The room is large and airy and furnished in gold and beige. His muddled brain struggles through its visual memories to ascertain where he was but comes up with nothing. Who brought him here? How did he get here? Fissured memories of the previous night slowly come back to the surface of his mind. The drinking… God, no, the drinking that led to the phone call, ugh, the phone call, and then the vomiting. God, no, the vomiting. Angelo and then Bryan Anderson. The thought makes him wince inwardly. He doesn’t truly remember coming here, wherever this place is. He looks down and sees that he’s wearing a tight boxer and
Roy doesn’t want to feel this way about his boss. Hard, squirming, needy, and achy.Desire…it probably has to do with the mate bond thing Bryan had mentioned,” Roy assures himself although he knows that he’d feel this way about Bryan without it.He lies back on the soft pillows, rosy cheeked as he recalled Bryan’s words. ‘If you were.’ God, what would happen if Roy decides to throw wind to caution and be what Bryan wants him to be? A secret boy-toy. Hidden.The thought brings a frown to his lips and at the same time set his blood racing around his body. Bryan is so confusing, complicated, and difficult. One second, he rebuffs him, the next he tracks him like a stalker, and heavily flirts with him.And with all those red flags, Roy spent the night in his hotel suite and still, he feels safe. Protected. Bryan cares enough to come and rescue him from some mistakenly perceived danger. His heart warms when he remembers the night he’d gone for a run too and Bryan rescued him from the wolves
Oh. Roy is completely unaware that he is chewing on his bottom lip. His mouth pops open as he gasps and swallows at the same time. that has to be the sexiest thing anybody has ever said to him. His pulse quickens and he thinks he’s panting. Jeez, he’s a quivering, hard as steel mess and Bryan Anderson hasn’t even touched him. He shifts in his seat and meets his hot glare. Roy suddenly loses his control, “Why don’t you?” he challenges quietly. “Because even though I badly want you handcuffed to my bed, weak from multiple orgasms, I am not going to touch you anymore, Roy—not until you agree to be mine.” His lips hint at a smile. “What do you mean?” “Exactly what you heard.” He sighs and shakes his head at Roy, amused, but exasperated too. “You want me to show you off, Roy? And I am going to do just that and after, I won’t take no for an answer.” “oh…” is the only thing Roy can say. “You should finish your breakfast, Roy. And then I’ll have Matteo drop you home. I’ll see you at w