All Chapters of HIS SECRET DESIRE (MxM): Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

Robin's POVI stepped aside and he walked in, and I closed the door behind him and stood for a moment with my hand still on the handle, my back to him, just breathing.Christopher Hall was in my apartment, standing on my floor, rain dripping from the hem of his jacket onto the hallway tiles, and I could feel the reality of it pressing in on me from all sides like something that needed to be processed slowly and could not be.Rain-soaked and stripped of everything that usually surrounded him, no driver, no suit that cost more than my monthly rent, no carefully managed version of himself, just him standing in my hallway dripping on the floor, and the reality of it was almost too much to absorb all at once.I turned around.He was looking at me the way he had always looked at me when he thought I was not paying attention, quiet and unguarded, like I was something he was afraid of losing, and I felt that look move through me the way it always had, warm and unwelcome and entirely out of my

Christopher's POVI woke in the dark to the sound of rain still going against the window and Robin warm against me, his back pressed to my chest, one of his hands loose over mine where it rested at his stomach, his breathing slow and even in the deep rhythm of someone properly asleep.I lay there for a moment and let it be real. The weight of him. The quiet of the room. The particular warmth of a bed that had been slept in by two people who had chosen to be there. I had not had this in a long time, not genuinely, not without the knowledge underneath it that it was temporary or borrowed or something I would have to account for later.Then I pulled him closer.He stirred slightly and I pressed my mouth to the back of his neck, his shoulder, my hand moving across his stomach and lower, and I felt the moment he came fully awake, the small shift in his breathing, the way his body recognized mine before his mind had fully caught up.Chris, he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.I know, I

Robin's POV I had not known what to expect when Christopher opened the door to a small elegant woman in pearls who looked at him like he was both a delight and a mild disappointment, which turned out to be exactly the right way to look at him. I had also not expected her to walk into a room she had never been in and immediately make it feel like she belonged there more than anyone else, but that was apparently what stinking wealth and decades of confidence did for a person. I had heard about Grandma Rose across months of knowing Christopher, enough to understand she was different from the rest of his family, the one person in it who had always told him the truth rather than a version of it designed to keep him useful. Hearing about her and watching her were different things. She had taken my hand in both of hers and said she had wanted to meet me for a long time, and something about the way she said it, direct and warm and entirely without the careful social performance I had come

Robin's POVI waited until Christopher was in the shower before I called Mitchell.She picked up on the second ring, which meant she had been near her phone, which meant she was either working from home or had been expecting someone to call with something worth answering quickly.Hey, she said. You okay?I'm good, I said. Actually I'm, I paused, trying to find the right word for what the last forty-eight hours had been. I'm really good. There's something I should have told you sooner and I'm sorry I didn't.A brief silence, then, Robin.Christopher came to my door two nights ago, I said. Rain-soaked, straight from walking out of a board meeting, he refused to denounce me publicly, told the entire room no, and walked out.Mitchell was quiet for a long moment.He walked out, she said.He walked out, I said. Lost his title, lost the inheritance, his father released a public statement this morning disowning him. All of it.She exhaled slowly.And you let him in.I let him in, I said.Anot