Edward couldn’t be arsed to cook dinner, so he pulled up one of the delivery apps and chose something that was mid-healthy. It said delivery would be at least half an hour, so that would give him time to have a shower. Once he was under the hot water, he couldn’t help but push on the bruises and bite marks on his skin, which were fading fast. It had been over a week since he’d last seen Milo, and he missed him. What would he think when Edward contacted him? Would he be pleased? Freaked out? He wasn’t sure, but there was no way he could leave things as they were. He had to know if Milo had ghosted him because of what was in the press. Ifthere was another reason that was beyond Edward’s control, then he’d accept it and walk away, but he had to know.
Once he was clean and dry, he put on some grey sweatpants and a T-shirt, padding into his kitchen to get a drink. The delivery app said his driver was less than five minutes away, so he grabbed some cutlery and a plate. He’d be eating in the lounge with his latest binge series on. Takeaway food was not meant to be consumed at the dining table.
The doorbell rang, and his stomach growled in excitement. He headed for the door and opened it. His jaw dropped, and he was certain his heart stopped beating.
“Hello, Eddie. Can I come in?”
CHAPTER 9
MILO
It was hard not to laugh at the sight of Edward Chivington, who was always so put together when he appeared in public, unable to speak. He didn’t look annoyed or happy to see Milo; it was genuine shock.
Although their dynamic of Milo being in charge had only ever been tested in the bedroom, or darkroom if he was being specific, someone needed to take control. He was certain nobody had seen him coming here, but that could quickly change. Milo needed to do something now, so he pushed past Edward into the house.
“Close the door, Eddie . . .now!”
That snapped him out of his trance, and he quickly closed the door.
“What are you doing here? How long have you known? Did anyone see you?”
“Eddie! Breathe. I’ll answer all your questions, but I’m bursting for a pee. Can I use your toilet?”
“What? Oh, yes. Of course. It’s just there.” He gestured to a door next to the stairs.
“Great. Why don’t you put the kettle on and we can talk?”
He still seemed dazed, but Milo’s bladder was actually going to burst if he didn’t do something about it soon.
Once he was in the toilet and had pulled his dick out, the relief was instantaneous. He’d been waiting nearby for ages. He’d had to wait for Edward to get home, and there had been some press hanging around. They’d followed him home, and he was either oblivious to it, or he just didn’t care. When it looked like he was in for the evening, they’d given up and left. Milo had been waiting in a nearby coffee shop drinking water so he wouldn’t be hyper when they finally spoke. He hadn’t thought of going to the toilet before he left. Someone rang the doorbell, so he stayed quiet. Milo heard muffled voices, and then the door closed.
After he’d taken care of business, he washed his hands and then wondered where Edward was going to be. He’d be easy enough to find since he lived in only a three-bedroom house. Yes, Milo had looked it up online and found pictures of what it looked like before Edward had bought it. Once he’d had it confirmed who SilverFoxSubDL really was, Milo had gone deep into his research.
Walking out of the toilet, he almost crashed into Edward, who was standing there with his arms folded, holding a bag of takeaway food, and with a scowl on his face. His political opponents might be intimidated by it, but Milo had heard this man begging to be fucked, so he was more amused than anything.
“I thought I told you to make tea,” said Milo, although he wasn’t able to stop himself from smiling.
“You don’t get to boss me around here.”
“We’ll see about that. Kitchen this way?” he took the bag of food off Edward and started walking.
He heard Edward give a deep sigh before following him. Milo still wasn’t sure what he was going to say. If his flatmates knew where he was right now, they’d disown him. Probably not Liam, but the others wouldn’t hesitate. AfterMilo had read the interview Edward had given, he’d needed to speak to him face-to-face, and he knew he wouldn’t have agreed to it. He’d had no choice but to turn up on his doorstep.
“Did you want tea or coffee?” asked Milo, putting the food on the side.
“Are you offering to make me a drink in my own home?”
“You seem a bit distracted. And I must say, I prefer your real speaking voice to whatever you’ve been using the past few months.”
“I don’t know what to... Are you taking the piss? Why are you here, Milo? How did you get here? How did you know where I live?”
“Do you want me to answer those questions before I make tea, or after?”
“I’ll make the bloody tea. Just sit down and start talking.”
“Someone’s bossy today. You’ll pay for that later.”
Edward visibly shuddered at the words, which gave Milo a spark of hope that he hadn’t fucked everything up too much by turning up here unannounced. The kettle was switched on, and cups were pulled out of cupboards, before Edward folded his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter.
