I disgust him

LOGAN

Getting Queenie off my case took so much. I even had to lie about meeting the freaking man at a bar, which was why I snuck out tonight, to look for someone to fuck, then take pictures with, and send to Queenie. It was the only way to get her off my back. She's that hard to please. 

Sneaking out without detection took so much. I had to be silent, so Jules wouldn't realise what was up, and I intend to sneak back the same way, tiptoeing past his room while he was asleep…

Tsk…

At the end of the month, he would be paid by my father, who wouldn't know how incompetent the guard he brought was. I didn't even adopt my sneaking techniques, yet he didn't even catch on. If I'd known it would be this easy to sneak out, I would have done this ages ago instead of rotting in my room while mourning my fate.

I weaved my way through the crowds until I got to the bar. I sat on the stool and ordered a sex on the Beach, as my eyes roamed around, seeking the perfect man. 

“Here's your order, sir,” the bartender said, calling my attention to him, sliding the glass towards me.

“Thanks.” I placed a note on the table and took my drink, sipping it slowly as I continued my search. I had no plans to get drunk tonight and needed to identify the perfect person before I finished my cup. I needed to be sober so I wouldn't make the wrong choice.

I watched the dancers on the floor, nodding my head to the beating of the music. For the first time since Jules arrived, I had the freedom, to do what I knew how best. To party, then find a man to fuck my brains out before returning to my room to sleep it off. I just hope this won't be the last time I do this.

Now that I know I can slip out without detection, doing this each night would be super fun. 

“Hello, darling,” someone spoke behind me. “What's a pretty guy like you doing out here all alone?” He continued, stepping around so I could see him. 

He didn't look bad. I had always been a sucker for looks, so that was all I noticed before the body. Grey eyes stared into mine as he slid down on the stool next to me. 

“Mind if I buy you a drink?”

I blushed, made a show of tucking my hair behind my ear, and peered at him shyly. “Not at all.”

Now that I'd found the perfect person to relieve my frustration with, I was just placing all my cards on the table. 

“Great.” He grinned, waved the bartender over and asked for a refill of my glass and another for him. “I'm Henry.”

“Lo —”

My name died in my throat when I saw the last person I expected to see in this place. Jules fucking Blackwood. I blinked, thinking I'd conjured him, but when I stared, he was closer, his face clouded, like a storm. I wouldn't be surprised if there were streaks of lightning coming out of his nose and ears. 

My face paled, and my eyes widened the nearer he got. Henry said something, but I couldn't pick it up as I got up from the stool and raced for the exit, following the other path so he wouldn't catch up with me. 

I pushed the drunks out of my way and almost got punched by an angry man I stepped on. Jules was hot on my heels and I dared not turn back. I didn't even stop to think of why I was running. All I knew was I needed to get as far away from him as I could. Then what? 

I was still returning to the same house, and he would get me then. 

I had just walked out of the bar and was almost racing down the street when someone's hands closed in around me. Instinctively, I melted at the warmth before I realised who had those arms. 

“Let me go!” I struggled, hitting him, or trying to, with my elbow. I'd known he was strong, seen him flex his muscles, but now that he was holding me, I realised just how helpless I was with him. Not even the self-defence father taught me could help me, as he deflected all my attacks with ease, like he was expecting them and knew how to counter the hits. 

“Let me the fuck go!” I screamed, losing the fight but refusing to relax on his body. If I did, my fucked up mind would think this was foreplay…it would be damned embarrassing to make a sound in such a situation, not when he had just realised I was gay. That would be too much to take in for a traditional man like him. 

We might not have spoken for long to identify if he was that way, but I could see it. From the way he dressed to how he carried himself, it wasn't difficult to see, to know his train of thought. 

“Stop struggling,” he gritted out, still holding me tight, his grip not easing at all. “You will hurt yourself if you continue this. I wouldn't mind, but I know you would.”

He was right. I stopped fighting and leaned back on his chest, but he pushed me away so hard, I fell back, hitting my precious arse in the freaking ground. 

I gritted my teeth in annoyance and looked up at him. “What the fuck did you just do?!”

He glared down at me, but didn't say a word. His eyes revealed what his mouth couldn't. I disgusted him. The mere touch of my back on his chest set him off. He pushed me because of that. 

“Let's go,” he stated at last, turning his back to me and walking to his car, expecting me to run after him.