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"My poor, poor heart." Mariano's grip on my hand tightened. He pulled me close to his side, then put his arm around my waist. "Tesoro," he hissed, "I don't want any man's name to escape your lips. Capisce?" "Okay, Don." "It’s Mariano." He reminded. "But you just said no man's name. Shit! Are you a woman?" I yelled. He blinked at me. "I have a dick. So, no." “But like…what are your pronouns? I’m sorry if I used the wrong ones?” I said, hyper all of a sudden. “I should I have asked.”

They both look at each other and smile, before Mike offers her his hand. I look for Julian, but I don’t see him anywhere, and it’s not like him to be late. I try to find his mindlink, but I find it blocked. However, I can still feel that he is okay, so I don’t keep pushing. Julian, being gay, this event might be harder for him, as it is not something to be seen in public very often.

“How can you be twenty-eight, have lived in America for five years now and not know who Julian Easton or Carter Chapman are?” “In my defence, I could have lived here for ten years and still not know who they are,” I say apathetically. “They are the hottest actors in Hollywood right now. Julian just starred in that film Tackled about the openly gay quarterback, which he is totally going to be nominated for an Oscar for, and Carter was recently cast to play the Human Torch in the new Fantastic Four remake,” she says gleefully, adjusting her breasts to give herself more cleavage. “Is Julian Easton gay?”

I smirked at the fact the two massive men had failed to successfully share a sofa bed mattress. No wonder Jacob never followed up those phone numbers when I grabbed him. Guilt about pushing him towards various girls hit me but another thought struck me like lightning. Julien and Jimmy. Now these two are nasty bastards. They wouldn’t tolerate pack members being homosexual in front of them let alone a family member. Like the mindless apes they were, they'd see it as a stain upon their macho reputation.

I listened closely, and I knew she was fast asleep. The moment her mind drifted off, my own brain began to spin. I couldn't help but reflect deeply on the massive piece of information she had just given me. *Julian is gay.* The words echoed in my mind. I hadn't processed that information until now. Gay. Or bi? Or whatever it was.

I asked, and this was the first time I was asking this since the three weeks I’d been coming to this club. His eyes grew weak and filled with panic, “Julian, Ju-Julian S-Smith.” he stuttered, “Are you going to report me?” “What? No! Why would I do that?” His mouth formed a silent ‘o’ before mumbling, “I don’t know,” but before I can speak, he does. “I’m also not gay, I have a girlfriend.” My eyes dimmed a little before they widened. “Wait, what?!!! I’m not gay either! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Julian lives with me too.” Julian, who had been silently minding his own business, froze. “.....” Isabella didn’t say anything, but her thoughts were immediate: No wonder people think you’re gay. If she accepted now, no one would believe they weren’t sleeping together — even if she swore to the heavens. Isabella reluctantly opened her mouth. “It’s different—” Vincent raised a brow. “Why? Because Julian’s a man and you’re a woman? I didn’t think you were one of those who discriminate by gender in the workplace.”

Azpen lingered at the threshold, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. For a moment, neither spoke. The air carried the faint trace of Elowyn's scent, lingering, maddening. Baron raked a hand down his face, then leaned heavily against the bedframe. Azpen folded his arms. "You look like hell. What's this about?" Baron's jaw clenched, but when he finally spoke, his voice came rough, low-like dragging gravel across stone. "I think..." He stopped, swallowed, then forced the words out. "I think I'm really gay now."

He said, looking at me. "Yeah." "I'm Julian Moore." He said with a smile, extending his hand. I shook his hand and smiled back, "Grace Anderson." "Trust me, I know." He said and we both chuckled. Julian was a good looking guy. He was tall and very muscular, he had broad shoulders, a lean figure and a manly face. He was raven haired and his eyes were electric blue. He didn't look gay to be honest, he didn't even act like it. Unless being told, one wouldn't know that he's homosexual.

I didn't want to give Yvonne any ideas. The last thing I needed was for her to cling to me again. Yvonne kept crying. "Julian isn't that kind of person. I won't believe it!" "Weren't you always saying you hated cheaters? Besides, he's gay; he doesn't love you." I nudged her. That set her off completely. "Julian isn't gay! He was seduced by Tristan and lost control for a moment, that's all!"