Anubis threaded his fingers in Star's hair. “I wish I could fix it for you.”
“Stop, don’t pity me. I might be envious, but I no longer want to change my situation. What if I ended up losing you in the process? I wouldn’t risk it. My parents knew what they were doing when they made the deal with your father.”
“Don't buy into his words,” Anubis said.
Star sat up and looked down at Anubis. “What do you mean by that?”
“He wasn't telling the truth.”
“How can you tell?”
“Because I can tell. The only truth he said was that he had no clue what we were discussing. So that only means my father is covering for someone. The question is who? And in my family, that could be anyone.” He kissed Star on the forehead once more. “Go to sleep. We won't be able to figure it out tonight. Plus, you need to get some rest since we have to be on set in a couple of hours.”
“Okay,” Star sighed. “But remember what you promised.”
Anubis groaned. “I didn't forget, but it's going to be fucking hard keeping my hands off you all day.” He rolled Star onto his back and got on top of him. “On second thought, since I won't be able to touch you on set like I want, maybe I should get my fill now.”
Star scoffed. “Who are you trying to kid? You will never get enough.”
Anubis leaned down, grazing his teeth on his bottom lip. “That's because you're so damn delicious.”
“My daddy is such a sweet talker.”
“Only when it comes to you, baby boy.”
“And that's the way it must always be.” Star pulled his head down, connecting their lips together.
Chapter Twenty-Five
STAR
“Shit,” Star yelled, grabbing onto the nearest wall, trying not to fall and smash his face on the floor. Turning, he looked around, trying to figure out exactly what caused him to trip, and saw the wrapped box he had gotten weeks ago and forgot to open.
How the fuck did it get in my way?
Grabbing the box, Star opened it partially and saw it was stuffed with a shit-ton of tissue paper. Moving that to the side, he saw that inside was a porcelain angel figurine. Star ran a finger across the front of the angel and hissed when his skin snagged on something, nicking him and smearing blood on the statute. He was a bit dizzy for a split second, but the feeling passed quickly. Looking at his finger, he noticed that it wasn't a lot of blood or a big gash. Star sucked on his finger. Reaching into the box, Star was about to pick up the figurine but paused when his cell phone rang, and he got excited when he saw Anubis’s name on the screen.
“Hi,” he said sweetly.
“Hey yourself.” Anubis chuckled. “Come on downstairs. There’s somewhere I want to take you.”
“What?” Star said, a bit flustered, looking down at himself. “I’m not exactly dressed for an outing.”
He had the afternoon off from filming and had rushed home, showered, and pulled on one of Anubis’s shirts, hoping to sit on the couch binge-watchingThe Ricci Family, his new favorite mafia drama.
“Then get dressed. I’ll wait for you.”
Star smiled, unable to resist Anubis when he was being so charming. “Okay.”
Star hung up and looked at the box, trying to remember what was important about it. When nothing came to mind, he ran to the bedroom in a giddy mood, getting dressed quickly and hurriedly leaving the penthouse to meet Anubis.
* * *
After Star left,the angel figurine shook as the blood that had been smeared on it disappeared, leaving no trace that it was ever there, and the face of the angel morphed from a beautiful being to one of terror.
* * *
Anubis buriedhis face in Star's neck, moaning. “Come on, baby, give me those sounds again. Tell me how much you want my dick inside of you. Be the pushy little bottom you are.”
