Frowning, Sin looked as if he wanted to say more, but a beeping stopped him. “And that would be my alarm. I’m sorry, Cecil, I have to go. But I promise, I’ll be all yours when I return.” The man’s voice deepened, “How does you, me, and a kitchen full of food I can eat off your body sound?”
Cecil laughed. “Sounds good, you sex-crazed bastard.”
By the Gods, I love him, Cecil thought with a sigh.
“Cecil,” Sin scolded.
He barely heard the reprimand, Cecil was too busy trying to not react to his own thoughts. He did somehow manage to plaster a smile on his face. The rest of him, however, was panicking.
Oh, fuck! He loved Sin! When the fuck had that happened?! How would Sin react?! What the hell was he supposed to do now?!
“Shoo, shoo.” Cecil waved him away, actually wanting him to leave for once so he could think. Sin shook his head and left, the sound barrier disappearing with him.
Sighing, Cecil slumped on the table, buried his head in his arms, and closed his eyes. Maybe instead of thinking, he’d just take a nap.
Let’s see…nap or terrifying emotions? Nap or terrifying emotions? The question bounced around in his head for all of a second—definitely nap.
Cecil tried to relax, and for a moment, his mind was empty.
But his blissful moment of relaxation was interrupted by a large man coming into the room to join those on the couch. The man was bigger than the rest in bulk and height, and was not quite like the others.
In fact, he was loud as hell, and caused the others to be just as obnoxious. Their attempts at whispering were half-assed.
The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. It felt like someone was watching him, but when Cecil peered over, out of the corner of his eye, no one was.
Looking or not, he realized they were talking about him.
“My clock has gone missing. Can you believe it?” one man groused.
“It’s not the only thing missing,” another drawled.
The man that had come in moments before sneered, “You know things only started to go missing whenhegot here.” He nodded pointedly at Cecil.
Tensing, Cecil averted his eyes. The man looked the opposite of friendly and his body bulged with muscles—a meathead who probably spent more time lifting weights than thinking.
“How could Sin date someone like that?” another voice rang out, not even attempting to whisper.
What assholes! While Cecil knew Sin could do better, he didn’t think he was that bad of a choice.
Okay, he wasn’t a great choice, but Sin could have picked worse, right?!
“Or let him stay here. He probably has fleas. Who knows where the hell he’s been, or who has been in him,” Meathead drawled.
Cecil rolled his eyes. Fleas, really? Is that the best the man could come up with? Pft—and calling him a slut, how original.
“What surprises me is that the other branch were happy he was there.”
“They really have lowered their standards. But then again, considering who is the second-in-command there, it’s not surprising.”
Hey now! That was going too far. Roth may have been a bit weird, but he was a good guy.
“The man’s a human-loving freak. A dirty half-breed. It’s too funny, Roth speaks just like them.”
Cecil’s back straightened with anger—fucking speciest bastards!
“Not to mention dog boy, who follows everyone around like a dumb puppy.”
“The only thing he has going for him is a tight ass.”
