"Why not?"
"Because I work for your father."
"So?"
"Go fucking get dressed!" Chen snapped, having lost his temper. So much shit had gone down; the last thing he needed was to argue with this boy who couldn't see the bigger picture.
"Why can't we be together?" Yìchén asked as he climbed out of the bed.
Chen took a deep breath because keeping his cool was something he prided himself on. "Yìchén, we need to get back where I can keep you safe. A lot of shit went down today. You already know that your father was attacked. He sent a hit squad to take out the Esposito family. We're on high alert, and you pulling this stupid fucking stunt has your father outraged." He pointed to Yìchén's clothes that had been laying discarded on the chair in the corner. "So, please, go shower and get dressed." It was the best thing he could do to convince Yìchén to leave with him right away. They'd already wasted an hour.
"Fine!" Yìchén released Chen and took a few steps back as he ran his fingers through his hair. He nodded. "I'll get dressed, but don't you think for one second that this is over. You still haven't given me a good reason for why you say we can't be together." He shoved past Chen into the bathroom. He knew he would be in trouble for dipping out from under security's nose. He couldn't help but think back to when his uncle had tried to take out their whole family line. Had it not been for his dad's former bodyguard, his father would be dead. Probably him and his brothers and sister too. Well... maybe not. Li would have taken over, and he was as dangerous as their dad. Still, he didn't want to think of that what-if scenario. Their family was the envy and fear of many. He knew that much and understood why his father wanted him to know how to defend himself and the family. If Ren, the creampuff that he was, could be tough, he could too.
He showered quickly and came out to get dressed. There was one thing he had to do, and he needed to make sure Chen wasn't watching when he did it. He kept tabs on the sexy man as he dressed, and Chen was watching him the whole time as if he were worried he'd make a break for it.
"I'm ready," Yìchén said.
Chen rose, then frowned. "I've got to piss. Once I'm done, we're leaving; do you understand?"
Yìchén nodded. "I'll be waiting. I promise... I won't run."
Chen lifted his chin as he narrowed his gaze. He wanted to trust him. "All right," he said, then walked into the bathroom, but he didn't close the door.
As slyly as he could, Yìchén retrieved his cell phone from the hiding spot and stopped the recording. The video was over an hour long of pure pleasure as far as he was concerned. Once Chen was finished, he stepped out of the bathroom but paused when his cell phone buzzed. He answered it as soon as he noticed who was calling.
"Boss?" Chen greeted. "Yes, I've found him. We're heading home now—what?" He paused to listen, and Yìchén watched Chen's eyebrows rise in surprise as his mouth dropped open. His reaction began to worry Yìchén, as Chen wasn't a man who lost control, which was one of the reasons he found his father's right-hand man so damn irresistible.
"What's wrong?"
Chen held up a finger to silence Yìchén. "Fuck! Okay, okay, we're on our way," he said, then ended the call.
"What's up?" Yìchén asked again.
"The hitsquad was fucking taken out and Stephen Yeoh is dead. This is why we don't need you pulling these fucking stunts, Yìchén," Chen said as he stalked over to Yìchén, grabbed his arm, and pulled him off towards the door. "Do you even take into account who suffers the most from your actions?"
"What do you mean?" Yìchén asked, frowning.
"Who will be blamed for letting you leave?"
There was a moment of silence between then, and then Yìchén answered.
"Security," Yìchén replied softly.
Chen nodded. "Are their lives so meaningless to you? The people who pledged loyalty to your family? To trick me into coming to get you..." He paused to gather himself with a deepsigh because he knew what happened wasn't entirely Yìchén's fault. "I should have never fucked you. I should have told your father to reassign your trainer."
Yìchén's eyes widened, and he ran over to Chen, grabbing the man's arm. "No, don't. I won't do anything like this again, I promise. I... I... I just wanted to spend some time with you alone," he said in his defense.
"Let's go. Your father took a huge hit, and any more delay will just make him more furious." Chen grabbed Yìchén's hand and led him out of the hotel.
Yìchén, despite the circumstances, took wicked pleasure in being manhandled by a God. Had it been any other of his father's men doing this, he'd be outraged, but being dominated by Chen enticed him even more. He wanted to be slammed against a wall, hoisted up, and fucked senseless by this man.
They reached the car. "What happened in that hotel room won't happen again, either," Chen said, then opened the passenger door for Yìchén.
That's what you think, Yìchén thought.
"Get in," Chen ordered.
"I'll sit in the back," Yìchén said, then opened the back door.
