บททั้งหมดของ My Dear Master, We're Mates! (M×M): บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

ETHANStepping down the stairs in a brown blazer and beige shirt, I see Jaz—already dressed—smiling at Gwen. She's in a pink dress that's decorated with small gems. She's wearing a wide smile on her face as she keeps telling Jaz about how excited she is. Tucking my hands in my pocket, I take a moment to take in Jaz's appearance. She's all dolled up—hair in a ponytail, lips a dark shade of red, eyes brown like my favorite coffee. She was wild last night. She didn't take it slow. She kept yelling my name, like my touch was a drug she was addicted to, opened her body for me even when I told her I didn't love her yet, she made me do something I haven't done in years in a single night. And I don't regret it because it's a step in forgetting Killan. Sunlight spills into the lounge through the opened windows. Marinette, looking as warm as a nice cup of tea, steps out of the kitchen with a teasing grin. “You've been standing there for hours, Ethan.” Jaz meets my gaze before I can turn away

ETHAN Soon as I arrive at the hospital, a few staff rush over to assist—but Alexander refuses to let go of my wrist until he is sedated. While he's wheeled away, a nurse leads me inside, eying me suspiciously. “Are you his partner?” She asks after a while in her British accent. “If you're not, we need someone to give some con—” “I am,” I grit out, balling my hands into fists. I doubt if he has someone—a family—around here to give their damn consent. The nurse asks me a few more questions, makes me sign some papers and keeps telling me to wait for the test results. I have work tomorrow. I have a girlfriend. I have a life now. He can't put mine on hold just because he's—A young woman stalks towards me with a small smile on her lips. She looks young to be a doctor, though, but her eyes glimmer with hope and experience. She holds her hand out and I tske it. “Is everything okay with him, Miss?” “Yes,” she tells me, sounding professional. “His blood pressure is just linked to emotional

ETHAN Alexander is annoying. Alexander is a prick. Alexander is a goddamn asshole. As I'm driving him to his home—after he sent me the address—I’m thinking of several ways to ditch this ride to meet Jaz. He keeps getting on my nerves, keeps twisting each and everything I do to make me the wrong person. The fact that he keeps threatening me with my job is even more infuriating. The air is tense. I'm glad he's not talking to me now. He's staring outside the windows, head leaning on his palm, eyes sunken, cheeks a little red and lips dry. He looks different from the tyrant that rains down terror. Now he's just like someone who needs to have some rest. Reaching the address, I'm surprised his home isn't exactly as large as I expected. It isn't small either. It's like a cozy home with a small pool, some flowers and a fish fountain. He's really acting like a normal person—especially when I badly know he isn't. Helping him out of the car, he keeps groaning like a lady in distress. He

ETHANThin streams of blood trickle from his palm to his torso, like even his blood is taking every moment to caress his smooth skin. He's bleeding, but my cock throbs hard against my jeans, heat rising up my neck as my eyes trail lower. “It's just a small injury,” Hudson's voice interrupts my train of thoughts, as he wraps his arms around a blonde. Alexander glances at me—like he badly wants to punish me for what I said—before stalking away with his palm in his pocket. While the ladies keep teasing me about my moment with Jaz, my phone rings. It's Jaz. Excusing myself from the hot tub, guilt coils in my stomach on how my brain's flooded with Alexander's scent instead of hers. Stepping into my room—that’s just next to Alexander's—I place my phone on my ears, drawing up the curtains to have a better look at the view of the sea. Her soft voice vibrates against my ears. “Baby, hey…” “Hey, honey.” I whisper, fighting the burn in my throat. This is wrong. Badly. I shouldn't be thinking

ETHAN I hate him. I hate him. I hate this version of Killan, the obsessed psychopath hiding under the name of Alexander Grey. For the Gala, he made me wear an expensive red tailored suit. It looks sharp, stunning, but it feels like I'm dressed up like a pet. His pet. While we walk into the Charity gala, all eyes are on us. Alexander's in a black tuxedo that enhances his features and gives him the look of a Greek god. His silver hair isn't slicked back like always, it falls over his brows, taking him years back. He looks younger. Manipulative. Seductive. He makes me hate and want him at the same time. “Stick with me, smile when I ask you to, and don't speak to anyone unless you're asked to.” Alexander whispers into my ears, his wet lips brushing against it slightly. I have no idea if the action is deliberate, but I shove my arousal aside and shoot him a glance that says ‘what on earth do you take me for?’ “Stop treating me like a pet.” I bite. “If I say you're one, then you're o