Yaelwokeupslowly.The hand softly running through his hair was soothing enough that he drifted comfortably for a while. When he awoke enough to want to move, he was sure that the movie Lynanwas watching was not the one he had fallen asleep to.He shifted around to look up and was met with concerned caramel hazel eyes."How long was I out for?"Lynanglanced over to the side, no doubt to check his phone, before replying, "About three hours."Yael's eyebrows shot up. No wonder he felt so well rested. He sat up and stretched before turning back to his date.Gentle fingers reached up to run across his cheek and Lynanlooked at him in concern."Are you feeling any better?""Much," he took the small questing hand in his own, pressing a kiss to Lynan’s palm and watched as Lynanflushed bright red.He couldn't get enough of the cute blushes and awkward fumbling of the youn
Lynantasted of sweet innocence, inexperience showing through but theyoung manwas eager and a quick study.Yaelbit Lynan's lower lip with careful force and grinned when he got a small, breathy moan in return.He spun Lynanaround and pushed him back against the railing, pinning him in place to continue his attack on those luscious lips.Small hands found his chest- to push him away or pull him further, he doesn't know. His question was answered though, when those same small hands tentatively moved upward to his shoulders.In the next moment, arms wrapped around his neck, a small fist forming in his hair at the back of his head as though all Lynancould do was hold on while he wasbeingkissed senseless.In a second, he snatched Lynan by the waist and pulling him close to his body and up further to his mouth. The young man gasped at the action and he took advantage of it as he licked the ginge
Yaelsighed as he accepted the tumbler of alcohol from his secretary.He had been riding high all evening on the extra sleep and activities with Lynanbut the feeling was rapidly draining away.Why did people think just because Yaelwasn't physically in the heart of the city right now that they would somehow get away with pulling shit?It wasn't even the underworld opportunists either, it was like everyone was trying to have a land grab. Not all of his business ventures were entirely above board but he mainly traded in information and tipoffs when it came to underworld dealings.That,and turning a blind eye to certain things. He truly hadn’t thought that people would bother his business so much while he was away. Thankfully he had excellent staffs.But he was irritated at having to divide his attention so Yaelhad been harsher than usual on the interlopers but the message hadn't yet gottenac
It wasn’t that bad.The alcohol certainly helped when Amystartedputting powder on his face although it was counterproductive to their current endeavour.Dressed now in a short, pleated skirt instead of his shorts with light make up and pink bow in his hair, he stood teetering in Yui’s high heels.Liev, with his hair in pig tails like an anime character, sauntered around the room in heels high enough to break his neck if he fell. He had smooth talked his way out of the dress they were keen to stuff him in but had agreed to the dark red lipstick and smoky eyes that Stellesuggested.The way the man walked in the heels was even more sensual than normal, the shoes just seemed to emphasizehis usual elegance while adding a helping of extra sex appeal.Lynanhad to admit that the man looked hot when he walked in heels.Unfortunately, Lynanlacked the coordination required to do more t
Lynanwalked into the main living room trying to will the last traces of the blush from his cheeks.As long as no one brought up the whole shower thing, he thought he would be able to carry on as normal without blushing like crazy. He hadn’t seen any camera’s when he exited so he was hopeful.He stopped in his tracks as Taylorcame barrelingon to him and it took a few seconds to register what happened. Blinking his vision clear, Lynanbrought a hand up to hisowncheek in surprise.The pain finally registered and the sound of a hand connecting with his face echoed in his ears.“YOU!” Taylor’s bright red face contorted in anger. “YOU FILTHY SLUT!”Lynanstood frozen in shock, watching as the man raised his hand once again to strike himonce more.Another hand shot out and grabbed the man’s wrist.“Don’t touch
Lynanstretched as he slowly woke up.He felt refreshed. He took a moment to realize how quiet it was. Sitting up carefully, he realized that Yaelwas also asleep.The man’s relaxed face made him look so much younger. Also far less intimidating. He reached out a hand to gently brush the strands of black hair from his face and his eyes fluttered open.Dark green eyes blinked blearily and Lynanwas rewarded with a soft, sleepy smile.“Hello,Lynan.”“Hi…” he replied almost shyly.Their faces were closer than he had initially realized and they both remained motionless while their gazes were locked.The moment was shattered by avoice declaring loudly from the other side of the room.“I hate to ruin your moment but we need to get organized forthe ceremony tonight.”Lynanleapt backwards like a startled cat; Koshstoo
Yaelsighed.He was done with the entire day and he still had the damn Scarlet Rose Ceremonyto goto. If he was honest, he was done with the entire show already at this point.It was restricting, and he had to deal with people politely even though all he wanted to do was tell them to fuck off.It was Solace’s way of punishing him for working too much and not taking his dating attempts seriously but he was at the end of his tether.All he wanted to do was take a certain cute little red orange haired boy and spend the last few weeks of the show holed up in his penthouse partaking in far more pleasurable activities.Instead, he was stuck here.At least he would be rewarded with Lynan’s cute blush as he gets called up for a rose. That is one expression he would never tire of. He would also never tire of hearing those delicious moans he pulled from the ginger head the other day in the shower.What
Lynantrudged up to the small spare bathroom in the corner of the mansion.It was his favorite, away from all the other people and usually unoccupied.He had been directed there and apparently, someone would come up with a towel and someclean clothesfor him to change into.One of the mansion’s staff members had given him a plastic bag to put his soiled suit into and they would take care of cleaning it.Heaving a sigh, he entered the bathroom, shutting the doorbehind himself and letting out another deep breath as he stripped off his suit.Would it even be salvageable?Not like it mattered now. Chances are,he was out of the show and it was just a courtesy to let him clean up before kicking him out.He closed his eyes and looked down as the hot water of the shower eased some of the tension from his body but even that couldn’t get all of it.The door opened and shut with