Noah didn’t understand how this had backfired so quickly or why he was so disappointed. He should have been more worried about what was going to happen to him and Patrick, but it was Alistair’s apparent rejection that stung.
“Yeah. Whatever.” Noah scoffed. “Can’t wait.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re very eager to return to your vapid lifestyle.” Alistair shooed at Noah to leave.
“Yeah. It’s fuckin’ awesome.” Noah started to the doorway. “No one’s trying to blackmail me or kill my family or act like a total douche lord after messin’ with my ass. Love it! So good!”
“Good night, dear Noah.”
“Good fuckin’ night!”
“Get some sleep.” Alistair was smiling again. “It seems I may still have some things to teach you after all.”
“Oh, fuckin’ goody.”
Chapter 5
“That fuckin’ stuck-up fake ass Dos Equis lookin’ motherfucker,” Noah snarled under his breath as he stomped upstairs. “Who the fuckin’ fuck does he think he is, sending me to bed like some stupid fuckin’ kid?”
He should have been pleased that he was able to leave dinner without any additional lessons. Yes, it was a loss that he hadn’t been able to work his charm and get more info from Alistair about the situation with his uncle, but this was still a favorable outcome. He could try again tomorrow with a clear head and a healed bottom.
Then why the hell was he so pissed?
Junior was laughing it up behind him, not even trying to hide how much he was clearly enjoying Noah’s fury.
Crybaby was quiet, only piping up to snap, “Can it, Junior.”
Junior reduced his volume to a low snicker.
Bursting into his room, Noah kicked off his shoes, tore off his jacket, and went right for the bottle of gin he’d had earlier. It probably wasn’t going to mix well with all the wine he’d had at dinner, but he didn’t care.
Everything had been going fine until he started pushing Alistair. No, it was fine until Noah had tried flirting with him. Certainly Alistair didn’t mind flirting from a young stud like Noah, but could it be he could tell that Noah wasn’t being sincere?
Maybe.
Fuck.
Noah chugged the gin on his way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him so he could have some time alone with his thoughts.
He couldn’t believe he’d opened up to Alistair about his parents. Most people believed that they’d died in some stupid boating accident or whatever lie Patrick had cooked up. Noah wasn’t supposed to talk about what really happened, and soon it turned into never talking about his parents period.
Sometimes it felt like they had never existed at all.
He didn’t remember much of them. They were often gone on vacation or out attending parties, always at adult-only locales. At least, that’s what they would tell Noah when he would ask why he couldn’t come.
Probably lies.
He wasn’t stupid.
He did feel a bit dumb right then for having let Alistair manipulate him so easily, not to mention the whole busting all over the dining room table. The mere memory made Noah’s cock flex, and he shivered. He could still feel the lingering twitch of his orgasm in his thighs and behind his balls, and fuck, what he wouldn’t give to come like that again.
Ignoring the destructive train of thoughts that would be required to earn another equally intense climax, he found the sweats he’d worn earlier and changed back into them. He finished off the gin and promised himself a proper shower tomorrow.
At that moment, he was too irritated to care.
When he came back out to his bedroom, Junior was gone. Crybaby was standing by the door, alone. She eyed Noah warily and patted her hip.
“Try anything cute and I won’t fight with you. I’ll shoot you,” she promised.
