"Here you go, boss," his subordinate said, getting his attention. "I already unlocked it."
Taking the phone, Othello scanned through his contacts, feeling annoyed when he didn't see a name or number he recognized. That meant a couple of possibilities: Kurohue had another phone that wasn't on his person. He wouldn't spend more time searching for it when he had other places to be and new deals to make.
"Let's go," Othello ordered, shaking his head.What a waste of fucking time.
SCENE V
DES
Des woke up to his phone alarm. Turning it off, he snuggled under the covers, wishing Othello was there. How weird was it that the other man hadn't been gone a full day? It felt like forever to Des. Groaning at the sound of his phone ringing, he was tempted to ignore it but thought better, thinking that it was Othello calling him. Sitting up, he reached for his cellphone and blinked in surprise at the name on the screen.
Ava.
He didn’t want to speak to his parents since not after their last meeting. He also hadn't kept up with his father's campaign because he wanted nothing to do with it. Why should he support a man who never cared about his dreams? Des didn't hate his mother, but he couldn't trust her. Ava had aided in suppressing Des, but he couldn't forgive that. He didn't know how long he stared at the screen, but it stopped ringing just as he was about to answer. He debated on whether he should return the call. However, it rang once again. This time, it was Othello.
"Hello?" Des answered.
"Don't tell me you're still in bed."
Des smiled and felt his cheeks flush, hearing Othello's deep, soothing voice in his ear. "If I am, are you jealous you're not here to snuggle with me?"
Othello chuckled. "Who knew the good doctor was such a teddy bear in bed?"
"That's only because you turned me into one." Des loved cuddling next to Othello, feeling his warm body pressed against his. "Are you done with your trip?"
"Almost. Why, do you miss me?"
"Would you consider me weak if I say yes?" Des bit on his bottom lip.
"No," Othello whispered. "Because I miss you too. In the short time we've been together, I've grown accustomed to having you in my arms."
Des grinned. Despite his minor freakout the night before, hearing Othello say that put some of his doubts to rest. "Are you saying you like me, Mister Moor? Or maybe you're falling in love with me?"
"Are you fishing for compliments, Doctor Ellington?" Des could hear the smile in his voice.
"What if I am? "
"You should already know the answer to that, Des."
"Should I?" He ran his hand over the cold sheets where Othello usually slept when he stayed at Des's place.
"7458," Othello responded, confusing Des.
"What are those numbers supposed to mean?"
"It's the pin number to my credit card," he said. "I'll see you soon." He hung up before Des could respond.
What the fuck? Why would he give me his PIN? I don't even have his credit card.Just as the thought crossed his mind, he received a text.
Tallen will give you my card. Use it to buy your suit for the anniversary party and whatever else you need.
Des furrowed his brows, not comfortable taking money from his lover. He wasn't sure how to define the status of their relationship. He liked Othello, and even though they hadn't been together long, he could feel himself falling deeply in love with the man. But what about the things they needed to work on, like whether there was a future for them? It hadn't escaped his notice that neither had mentioned that he could get pregnant, and the night before, when they fucked, Othello hadn't used a condom.
The only plus to the situation was that Des kept up with his suppressants, but it was not foolproof, and he could still get pregnant. Although Othello hid his family dealings from him, he couldn’t ignore the fact that his lover might be a killer. He was a doctor, a person who saved lives, and he was falling in love with someone who took them. Othello had yet to answer the question he'd posed at the beginning of their relationship. Des wasn't sure what he would do if the answer was yes. Could he walk away? He wasn’t confident that Othello would leave the life he’d built for himself just because they were in love, and Des didn’t think he could ask Othello to do it. Not when his own parents had forced him into a career he never wanted.
"I'm not going to solve that right now, but I might as well get out of bed."
After going through his morning ritual and a hot shower, Des walked into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his now shoulder-length hair, when he heard voices coming from the other room. Listening closely, he could pick out Bianca's voice and wondered who she was talking to and who she’d let into his apartment. Grabbing a pair of sweats from his dresser drawer, he pulled them on and went to see what was going on. He headed to the kitchen, where he heard the voices and saw Bianca talking with Tallen, who wasn't wearing a suit like normal but jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Tallen was looking far more relaxed than Des had seen him before.
