Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
They both froze, and the smile dropped from Nero’s mouth as he pulled out his phone and picked up the call.
“Yes?”
Miguel couldn’t hear the exact words, but Raul was pissed off.
“I understand,” Nero said, the earlier playfulness gone from his voice like a colorful picture blotted out by ink. Even Nero, who was so outrageous and claimed to do whatever the fuck he wanted, stiffened when talking to his father. As if he were losing all the aspects of his personality that made him such a unique individual when touched by Moreno’s shadow.
His green eyes met Miguel’s, and he handed over the bottle of water while listening to whatever tirade Moreno was delivering. A gift Miguel wouldn’t say no to, because his mouth was dry as woodchips.
The call might run long, so after gulping down half the bottle, Miguel forced himself to get up and pointed to the bathroom. He might as well take a quick shower in the meanwhile, and turn himself into less of a vegetable.
Nero nodded and made a beak with his hand, snapping it together to mock his father. “Yes. I will,” he mumbled.
Miguel walked into the bathroom, leaving Nero behind but still smelled himself, a little self-conscious about their earlier closeness. Whisky, sweat, and only a hint of yesterday’s cologne clung to his flesh and top. He shouldn’t care what Nero thought of his body odor, but he did, so he quickly took his clothes off and threw them over the toilet seat.
Just like the bedroom, this space reflected Nero’s gaudy taste, with golden faucets, black tiles and a mosaic depicting two ancient Greek men engaged in a bit of sodomy on one of the walls. Even in the bathroom a man would have no peace to sit on the toilet without dick in his face.
Miguel didn’t waste any more time and walked into the shower, but when reaching for soap, he stalled at the sight of a bottle of lube resting in the basket attached to the wall. Of course Nero would have fucked here too, since he was utterly insatiable. Yet the vision of him pressed against the tiles and moaning as rivulets of water cascaded down his muscular body sent an unexpected shiver down Miguel’s back.
He didn’t jerk off often and considered himself detached from his own sexuality, so he turned on cool water to keep it that way. He’d let himself go last night, and without the usual brakes in place, he’d let Nero lead him places he didn’t want to go. And now it left him at loss. He didn’t live to enjoy himself, but to be his mother’s weapon, her only solace in a world destroyed by Raul Moreno. But instead of fucking Nero over to get to his father, Miguel was starting to wonder what fucking Nero would be like.
The icy droplets made him stiffen, but as they snuck their way down his back, into his hair, and the crevices of his body, he gave himself to the unpleasant sensation, happy for it to take away unwanted thoughts.
He would never again make bets with this crazy bastard.
A rush of air hit his icy buttocks, and he spun his head to see Nero in the doorway.
“Get the fuck out!” he growled and covered his groin without turning around.
Nero’s mouth crooked into a grin. “Come on, as if I haven’t seen your dick last night.”
Miguel took a deep breath. He would not appear to be some shy virgin ashamed of his body. Enough was enough. His arms relaxed, and he faced Nero, placing his palms against the wet glass to make his point clear.
He gave Nero a level glare. “There. You got what you came in for?”
Nero’s brows rose, and he whistled. “That is a much better view than the one I got yesterday. Nine out of ten, Miguel,” he said, showing him a thumbs up.
Miguel cocked his head, feeling strange about being ogled, even if just for laughs. “Oh yeah? What would have made it a ten?”
Nero sniggered, and Miguel realized he’d fallen into the trap of showing interest. Again.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” Nero tapped the wall and took a step back. “I’m here to tell you you’re getting ahead in the world. My father wants to see us in three hours, so chop-chop.”
Miguel pulled back from the glass with his heart pounding. “What? Me? I’m coming too?” He hoped this wasn’t some sick joke where Nero introduced him to Raul as his boyfriend or some shit like that. But then again, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and if Raul was to die with the wrong idea about Miguel’s sexuality then so be it.
Nero spread his arms, a bit sheepish. “He wants to see me, and you’re coming as my bodyguard.”
So maybe Miguel had humiliated himself last night, but it looked as if he’d gained Nero’s trust. He could be only hours away from fulfilling his purpose.