In the morning, I was done with Demitri being here, and it wasn’t anything he did. It was all me. I didn’t want him here. I showed him where the coffee was, made him breakfast, and then broke the news to him. He almost looked offended, until he brought his phone up to his ear, no doubt calling Maddox.
“I’ll take you back to the complex. I have paperwork to bring to Alexi, anyway.”
“Alright.”
He didn’t fight me about it and was polite the entire time. Back in the car, I had my papers, and he had his bag. We got back to the complex, and he left, going about his own business. I went inside and down to Alexi’s office. I knocked and he let me in, his eyes narrowing on the hickies on my neck.
“You slept with Dem? I couldn’t see that—-”
“Wrong.”
“Then who did you—- Oh. You went back to Luca’s room with him. You slept with Luca.”
“I would much rather we not—-”
“I heard Maddox ordered Dem to stay with you, so where is he?”
“Back here, where he belongs. I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Maddox would disagree, but he let you bring Dem back, so I don’t know what to say about that.”
“I have your fucking papers here.”
I handed him the papers, and he grabbed my arm before I could leave. I knew what he wanted and I don’t want to gossip with him about the subject everyone wants to talk about. Marco.
“Alexi.”
“I don’t want to talk about what you think I do.”
“If this is about Marco—-”
“No, no. I know you don’t want to talk about Marco. I want to talk about Luca and what happened between you two after the event.”
“Since when are you so bloody nosey about what, or rather who, I’ve done?”
“Since it involves my cousin’s underboss, Luca, it matters to me.”
“Underboss, him?”
“Yes, Luca is Alessio’s underboss. He took over his father’s position.”
“Perfect. Great. I really know how to pick them, even fucking accidentally.”
“Relax, it’s not the end of the world. Shit happens, Theo. So you slept with him, big deal.”
“We were both drunk. I would have slept with him, otherwise.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, pretty fucking sure. I don’t want to be entangled with anymore fucking mafia men. No fucking, no relationships, not a fucking thing.”
“You’re telling me you would pass up Dem, if he offered to make you forget about Marco?”
“Yes. I’m telling you—-Wait. Why are you even saying that, Alexi?”
“Please, I know your type and Dem fits it. Luca too.”
“Please. You don’t know my type.”
“You forget, we shared a bed once, too. Before Marco.”
“Twice. We shared a bed fucking twice—--”
“Alexi, Theo. Am I interrupting?” Creed said, stepping into the office.
“No, hardly, Just reminding Theo that I know his type.”
“You were his type once, if I remember.” Creed chuckled.
“I would like it if we could collectively all forget.” I hissed out, pinching the bridge of my nose.
I would have been weirded out by the way Creed teased Alexi and me for having slept together twice if it wasn’t for the fact that he wasn’t even bothered by the fact in the slightest. He seemed more comfortable with the fact that we had slept together than we were.
“Sometimes, you two make me uncomfortable.” I hissed.
“I wish I could say we were sorry, but it’s not fair to lie, so I won’t bother. But back to the conversation we were having about Dem.”
“Or we could not!”
“Demitri is definitely your type.” Creed said. Looking at me.
“You two are made for each other. I hate you both.”
“You’re only salty because we are right.” Alexi said,
“Just ask him to fuck, no harm if he turns you down.” Creed said, smirking. He was oddly more playful today than normal.
“Yeah, for science.” Alexi said, all but shoving me out of the office.
“Wait!”
“Go! For science.”
Standing outside the office, I was confused. I didn’t even want to know what the hell they were doing in that office now. Pulling my hand through my hair, I took two steps and smacked right into someone coming out of the office across the hall.
“Sasha, be careful Ryer will have a fit if you—-Theo?”
Looking up, I was nearly face to face with Demitri again, but Sasha, the fifth underboss, was mildly in the way.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming out of Alexi and Creed’s office, my bad.”
“No. That was my fault.” I said, looking down at the floor, trying to forget the colour of his eyes I had just committed to memory.
“Excuse me.” I said, before turning and walking away. Quickly.
I had too much work at home to follow through with Alexi’s plan for science. I had to get home. Before I could get out of the fucking complex, I was yanked into a hallway. Face to face with Luca, I hissed.
“Now really isn’t a good time.”
“If you have a better time, then I’m all ears. Or else we need to talk, and it’s going to be right here.”
“I can make time to talk—--Hey!”
He was pulling me down the hall and right back to the scene of the crime, where we got drunk and fucked. Memories of the night flooding back.
“Whatever happened, it shouldn’t happen again. I was taking out my emotions on you, and we were both drinking and—--”
I yanked him by the suit jacket and pressed my lips to his, tasting them again, to remind myself what he tasted like this time without champagne. After all, Alexi said for science. Wrong guy and wrong reason, but still for science.
“What if it happens again?” I said, letting him go and taking a step back.
“I told myself this was wrong. Even if what I can remember of it was sinful.” Luca hissed before swearing in Italian. His hand pulled me closer to him again. He was quick to remove the clothing from me while I removed his. Warnings were going off in my brain, but I was ignoring them.
This was stupid, and I knew it. But it didn’t stop me. This ship has sailed.
Luca stuffed his hand into my boxers and palmed me. It felt all kinds of good. I didn’t need to even think about this again to know it was bad, still. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. His touch was like fire, and I chalked it up to the fact that I was touch starved and just looking for someone to appreciate me.
Luca was both gentle and rough with his touch. His hand explored me as he let my cock go and slid my boxers down my hips. I explored him while he explored me. He picked me up and tossed me on the bed, before he spread my legs and kissed from my lips to my hips in a soft and sensual way that clouded all my better judgments.
He took my cock into his mouth, and I moaned. He worked his mouth around my cock, pulling sounds out of me before he pulled his mouth off my cock and paid attention to my balls. Spit was what we used for lube, as he eased himself inside of me.
He planted more hickies on my skin as he drilled himself inside of me. I was really praying that this room was at the very least kind of sound proof. The sound of our skin slapping against each other was deafening. But it was the pleasure that I was lost in. My balls drawing up and shooting my load into his bedsheets.
Gripping the sheets on the bed a few minutes later, his sloppy strokes ended as he pulled out, and I felt him shoot on my back. He pushed back inside of me and gave a few more sloppy strokes before he pulled out again with a grunt. He was gone and back in the next few minutes, a warm cloth in his hands, which he used to wipe off my back and clean up the rest of the mess.
He walked away, and I heard the flick of a lighter and he lit a smoke and stood by the window, completely naked.
“We have to stop doing this.” He muttered.
“I agree. But I can’t promise that’s going to happen. It’s happened twice now.” I said, getting up and gathering all my belongings, slowly slipping everything back on again. He watched, and went back to smoking as I slipped on the door, fixing myself as I walked down the hall.
I would have cursed myself out again, but I couldn’t blame that on being drunk. I was completely sober at this time. That was enough. I didn’t even want to linger around the complex any longer. The smell of sex had to be rolling off me, a telltale sign of the events that had just happened.
One foot out the door, I heard Maddox.
“Theo. Where are you going without Demitri?”
“Home. Keep your babysitter.”
I waved, continuing my way out the door, and practically bolting to my car. Ten per cent, not wanting to be stuck with Demitri, and the other ninety per cent was pure shame, not wanting to be caught smelling like sex as I was leaving.
I didn’t think twice about leaving the complex or the consequences of my actions. I didn’t have time to. Being caught in this state was a concern for me. That was more scary than whatever Maddox might think up in the dark sections of his mind.
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