There was a part of him concerned about Eddie hiding a big part of who he was from the world and wanting to help him any way he could. Although their situation was unique, he still felt a connection to the guy like nothing he’d ever experienced with anyone else. There was this urge to fix everything for him, but whether that was in Eddie’s best interest, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t think a daddy was what he was, but he still wanted to know Eddie’s story. He couldn’t help it, he was a nosy bitch, but he cared about Eddie as well.
Patrick’s phone pinging pulled Milo out of his thoughts. He looked at it, his eyebrows raising.
“What is it?” asked Milo.
“There’s an article about Eddie Chivington using a transphobic slur.”
“What the fuck?” he said, pulling out his phone to find the news alert. “Wait a minute, did you just call him Eddie?”
“I’ve interviewed the prime minister a few times, and she has referred to him that way. Must have got stuck in my brain... Milo, are you okay? You’ve gone pale.”
Milo wasn’t sure what to think. He’d been joking earlier, but could he have been right? Edward Chivington was a silver fox, possibly closeted, and well-spoken. No matter how much he tried, Eddie wasn’t fooling Milo with his put-on accent. There was no way they could be the same person, could they?
“Milo, are you okay?”
“Sorry, I just... suddenly I don’t feel very well.”
“Let me get the bill and I’ll get you home.”
Milo wanted to protest that he was fine and just needed some fresh air, but he needed to know if he was right or not. He hoped he was wrong, because if his Eddie was Edward Chivington, he didn’t know what he was going to do.
“The deputy prime minister is my fuck buddy!”
“Good evening to you too, Milo,” said Lexie, opening the door wide for him.
“What am I gonna do?”
“I’m missing part of the story here, babes. Do we need wine?”
“Yes, lots of wine. All the wine.”
Lexie jerked her head towards the sofa and went into the kitchen. Milo kicked his shoes off and took a seat, his head spinning. Not wanting to see any of his flatmates, he’d spent the afternoon in a coffee shop researching Chivington, and cross-referencing it with the small nuggets of information Eddie had shared over the past couple of months. He’d alsodone something he wasn’t proud of, but he had needed to be certain.
Lexie walked in with two large glasses of white wine and passed one to him before joining him on the sofa. He took a huge gulp of wine, draining half the glass. It was lovely and cold. The fruitiness of the wine was perfection on his tastebuds. If there was one thing Lexie was good at, it was picking wine. That was unfair. Lexie was good at a lot of things.
“Start from the beginning and leave nothing out.”
“Er . . .”
“I don’t need to know those details. You shared enough with me after the first time, so I’ve got the gist,” she said, smiling, which made Milo squirm a bit with embarrassment. “I mean, what do you talk about after you both cum?”
“Wow. Not being subtle, I see.”
“When have I ever been subtle? Why do you think Edward Chivington and back-room Eddie are the same guy? It’s not like Eddie is a rare name.”
“They’re both the same age.”
“I thought you said guys lie about their age on the app.”
“Maybe Eddie’s like me and gives his proper age.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet.”
He glared at her, and she burst out laughing.
“If you’re done. His profile name is silver fox, which Edward Chivington definitely is, and he said he can’t be out because of his job. Plus, I found out the prime minister calls him Eddie, so he uses that name. It all fits.”
“Is that it?”
