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)
There were footsteps approaching his bedroom. Good thing he’d left the door open.
Gadiel let out a moan, his hand stroking his hard cock. “Oh Will,” he moaned out—not too loudly so it would sound fake but loud enough to be heard just outside his bedroom.
The footsteps halted.
“Ah,” Gadiel gasped out. “Will, oh yeah—” Part of him wanted to laugh at the ridiculous porn sounds he was making, but he couldn’t deny that it was kind of... titillating, too. It felt deliciously naughty to do this while his stuffy, far-too-handsome and straight bodyguard stood just outside his door.
A moan slipped out of his mouth, this time not entirely fake. He stroked his cock faster, imagining Will’s stony, unimpressed face. God, fuck him. Gadiel couldn’t wait to get rid of him and his ridiculous face and ridiculous body. Seriously, Will was like a fucking robot, not a single emotion on his face. He probably fucked like one too, all precise and methodical, his cock thrusting at a steady, boring rhythm as he had some poor woman in the missionary position. Then again, Will was a judgmental, self-important ass, so he was probably a selfish lover. He probably folded those poor women in half and just dicked into them, hard and fast, taking his own pleasure, using them as a wet hole for his thick, massive cock—
Gadiel came all over his hand and stomach.
He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, panting. He... he hadn’t thought about his bodyguard while he jerked off... right? Right? And even if he had, people thought about all sorts of things when they jerked off. And it wasn’t as though he’d imagined Will fucking him. So it didn’t count. Besides, Will kind of looked like Scott; that must have been why his mind got... confused for a moment.
Yes, that must have been it.
“If you’re quite done, you’re supposed to be at the charity event,” said a familiar voice. “Five minutes ago.”
Gadiel sat up and turned toward the voice.
Will was leaning against the doorway, his ever-present inscrutable expression firmly in place. As always, he was dressed impeccably in a dark suit, tall and handsome and perfectly put together. His perfect bodyguard. Ugh, something about his perfection made Gadiel’s fingers itch with the urge to ruin it. He would love to make Will lose his composure for once.
“I didn’t know you were my PA,” Gadiel said, arching his back as he stretched.
Will didn’t even glance at his naked body.
Gadiel nearly scowled. Surely no man was this straight?
“I’m not your PA,” Will said in the same dry voice. “But I’ve been given your schedule, because I’m your bodyguard and I’m supposed to be where you are supposed to be. Which is not here.”
“Fine, give me five minutes to shower and then we can go,” Gadiel said, slipping out of the bed and heading to the ensuite. He might or might not have swayed his hips a little, but when he glanced over his shoulder, Will wasn’t looking at him at all.
Gadiel pursed his lips and entered the bathroom.
In the shower, he scrubbed his body viciously, reminding himself that he liked Scott, who was everything he wanted. It didn’t matter to him at all that his insufferable bodyguard didn’t find him attractive. Summers was straight; of course he wouldn’t find him him attractive. It was fine.
The only reason he felt so bothered by Summers’s indifference was because his plan hadn’t worked. His bodyguard didn’t seem disgusted or uncomfortable—at least not enough to quit.
It looked like he needed to change his tactics.
Chapter 5
Will was generally pretty good at reading people.
He’d had to be. After the car crash—after losing his parents and siblings—he’d been grief-stricken and angry for a long time, but he’d quickly learned to hide it. His mother’s estranged brother, the uncle he’d rarely seen before, had been kind enough to take him in, but he detested public displays of emotions, finding them plebeian. So Will had shoved his anger and grief down and given his snobbish relatives what they wanted: a quiet, nice boy who kept to himself and didn’t get in the way. That had inevitably made him more reserved. He’d stopped talking much, preferring to watch people instead of being the one watched and judged.
As years had passed, he’d forced himself to be more sociable, but he still preferred solitude to crowds, and he found sociable, outgoing people exhausting. That was why he could take Scott only in small doses, no matter how fond of him he was.
Truth be told, at first Will had pegged Gadiel as the sociable type, similar to Scott. But the longer Will watched him, the more curious he felt.
Gadiel could be very mercurial. He could be bratty, loud, and full of energy one day, and then withdrawn and quiet the next. It was flabbergasting—and oddly fascinating. Will found himself watching the boy constantly, trying to understand what was happening in that pretty head of his.