Charles fucking Weston. Leaning against a sleek black car. His eyes lock on us the second we appear.
I hate him. I've always hated him.
But now I see him differently.
Not just as the bastard who tried to humiliate my family, not just as the man who looks at me like I'm filth on his shoe.
Now I see him as Rava's father.
And that fucks me up. Because I'm not just furious at him anymore. I'm terrified of him. He's the father of the boy I'm in love with. And he hates me. And I don't know if I can keep pretending I don't care. Rava slows down when he sees him. His whole body tenses.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath. "This is bad."
Lorenzo glances back. "Oh yeah. He looks thrilled."
We approach. Charles doesn't say hello. His eyes flick to Lorenzo. "Boys."
Lorenzo forces a tight nod. "Mr. Weston."
Then his gaze lands on me. "Giovanni."
I clench my jaw. "Charles."
He doesn't respond. His eyes shift to Rava. "Ready?"
Rava nods. "Yeah."
"How was Spain?"
I glance at Rava. He's frozen.
Lorenzo jumps in. "Productive.Veryproductive."
Charles hums. "I'm sure."
I cross my arms. "You should've come. The weather was great. Real good for the nerves." He turns his head slowly to me. His mouth twitches. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
Oh, sir, Isodid. Inside your pretty boy. Would absolutely do it again.Willdo it again.
"What did you get up to, exactly?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Work. Meetings. Walked around a bit."
He nods slowly, pretending to believe me. "No sightseeing?"
"Some. I don't remember the names of half the places."
I remember what it feels like when your son moans into my chest, though. "Anything else you wanna know?" I ask.
Ask me. Go ahead.
Ask me what we did in Spain. I dare you.
I'll lie straight to your face while remembering exactly what your son's cum tastes like.
He clears his throat. "No. That's all for now."
I bet he knows. He just can't actually prove it. I can feel Rava start to fold beside me. And suddenly I'm angry. Angry that this is the man he has to shrink around. Angry that this man is the reason we have to pretend we were never anything more than roommates in a hotel.
