Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63481 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
All traces of amusement left Will’s face. He studied Gadiel for a moment before his expression became tight. “For fuck’s sake. If you think this is how you’ll prove to me that you’re not a reckless kid, think again. All it would prove is that you’re a suicidal, attention-seeking child. You’re acting like a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum when he doesn’t get the expensive, shiny new toy he wants.”
Gadiel laughed bitterly. Spoiled? Who would even spoil him? His absent mother who had barely looked at him even when she had been around? His distant father who remembered about his existence only when he needed to use him as a pawn in a political game?
He wished he were spoiled. In fact, it had always been something Gadiel had secretly craved: to be doted on, to be the center of his loved ones’ attention and care. Stupid. Childish. Just another childish, unattainable dream.
“Are you the expensive toy?” Gadiel heard himself say, his voice toneless. “You flatter yourself. You’re not irreplaceable. Luckily for me.”
Will’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Gadiel smiled emptily. “You aren’t even my real bodyguard. You don’t feel any loyalty to me. With Scott giving up on me, you’re leaving soon too.” As soon as he voiced the thought, that strange panic surged again—and everything finally clicked into place.
So that was what it had been about. That was why he’d felt so panicky and clingy since Scott had broken things off. Will was nothing to him. Not even his real bodyguard. Will was going to leave now.
A knot formed in his stomach, tight and nauseating.
It was stupid. He’d known Will for what, less than two weeks? Surely he hadn’t gotten so attached to him in two weeks? That would be pathetic. Besides, he was used to people leaving. It was fine. Or it would be fine. It would be. He would be. He was always fine.
Why was Will not saying anything? The silence was grating on his frayed nerves. Will’s eyes seemed to see right into his mind, unearthing every shameful emotion and vulnerability.
At last, Will sighed. “Kid...”
“It’s fine,” Gadiel said, forcing another smile. “I’m just a silly, spoiled rich guy. I’m sure you’ll forget about my existence the moment you go home. I’ll do the same.”
“Gadiel—”
“I said it’s fine,” he snapped, his voice mortifyingly weak. “Go away! You’re gonna leave, so leave now!”
For a long moment, all he could see were Will’s shiny black shoes and slacks.
And then, Will said, “I’m not leaving.”
Blinking, Gadiel lifted his eyes to him. His heart leapt to his throat. “What?”
“I’m not leaving,” Will repeated. “Not yet, at least.”
Not yet.
Gadiel’s heart dropped.
An acidic, nauseating feeling twisted his stomach. “No,” he said. “I want you to leave now, not in a week or a month.” The more this dragged on, the worse this... thing would be. It was still manageable. Probably. “Get out.”
“No.”
Gadiel glared at him, feeling a sudden rush of hatred upon meeting Will’s firm, steady gaze. God, he hated him. That arrogant dick probably thought he was doing the right thing, but all he was doing was fucking him up more.
“I already told you,” Gadiel ground out in his nastiest, harshest tone. He needed Will to leave. He needed him to leave now. “I don’t want you here. I don’t fucking need you. Go away.”
“You’re lying,” Will said. “You don’t want me to go.”
“Who is full of himself now? I already told you—any cock would do. You aren’t special.”
Will gave him a flat, unimpressed look, as though saying I know how bad you have it for me.
Flushing with a mix of fury and humiliation, Gadiel turned and strode toward the door.
“Gadiel!”
He ignored him, striding out of the apartment and into the penthouse level lobby. He’d show Will how serious he was!
The first man he saw was an unattractive, middle-aged man in a suit.
Gadiel strode toward him, but he was grabbed from behind before he could reach him.
“Enough,” Will barked.
“Let go,” Gadiel gritted out. “I have places to be, cocks to suck—”
Will threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and marched back to his apartment.
Dropping him on the carpet in the living room, Will glared down at him, his jaw working. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“What?” Gadiel said, meeting Will’s angry gaze with his own. God, it was so good to see Will finally lose his composure. “It’s not my fault you didn’t take me seriously. I was very serious. I would have done it—sucked that ugly man’s cock right there, with you watching me.”
Shaking his head, Will glowered him. He was breathing hard, anger and disbelief rolling off him in tangible waves. He looked a step away from throwing Gadiel over his knee and spanking him.
The thought made Gadiel’s insides go all molten, his cock hardening.
God, there was something wrong with him. It wasn’t even about being spanked—it had never been his thing—it was the thought of Will putting his hands on him and being all angry and focused on him. It wasn’t that he wanted to make Will angry. He just wanted some real emotion. He wanted to make Will snap. He didn’t know what would happen if Will snapped, but he wanted to find out. He wanted—needed—Will’s attention on him, intense and single-minded. Gadiel was beginning to realize that he was hopelessly addicted to it, to having Will’s attention. The mere thought of Will leaving soon only made him more desperate for it.