Page 89 of The Addict

“Y-Yes, Mr. Thorne?”

“You will take Mr. Hansen back to his estate, if that is what he desires,” he ordered, taking hold of the door handle.

I almost laughed at the way he looked. His shirt was lopsided and ruined, the buttons almost all gone and refusing to close properly. It looked like a nightmare underneath his very proper suit jacket. Like a drunkard who couldn’t quite get dressed on his own. Silas glared at me, but couldn’t help but crack a quick smile as well. He knew he looked ridiculous.

I shrugged. He could consider it payback for ruining my jeans. I couldn’t even find the fastener to close them. Christ.

I looked up at him. He was already standing outside of the car and leaning in to peer at me.

“See ya,” I whispered, reclining against the leather.

Silas rolled his eyes and grabbed me by my neck, tilting my head back to deepen a silent kiss.

“Drop by my mansion tomorrow,” he insinuated quietly, his nose touching mine. “If you want this to pick up where it left off.”

I kissed him once more, savoring the feeling and giving him an answer. Silas let out a little sound of frustration, his thumb gently tracing my bottom lip. He didn’t move.

“Go,” I told him. “It’s fine.”

With a brisk nod, he stood up straight for one last readjustment of his clothes. Much like he had done whenever I brought him into my home, Silas flipped a switch, falling back into his professional persona like an award winning Oscar nominee.

“Oh, Mr. Hansen, I almost forgot,” he exclaimed loudly, enough for his driver to hear.

“Y-Yeah?” I watched, a bit startled.

“You might want to get home soon,” he confirmed with a smirk. “Because your brother called for you while we were in the heat of our discussion.”

I gaped at him. There is no fucking way.

Silas winked and shut the door, leaving me to sit alone in stunned silence.

SILAS

“Don’t you dare hang up. You know who this is.”

I did, in fact, recognize the voice of Damian Hansen on the line. If there was a God, then he handed me today on a silver platter. I couldn’t even begin to describe how rich this was.

I wonder if Damian knew I had his brother writhing in my grasp, mouth open so pretty and wide because he couldn’t even believe that I answered this call.

If only Noah knew who was on the other end.

“No, I can talk.”

“I would not be calling you if I didn’t think you were involved. Noah is not at the house.”

“Really? Interesting.”

“Tell me where he is. And if you don’t know, then help me find him.”

I couldn’t fucking stand Noah’s brother. Always so holier than thou. Always thinking I somehow reported to him. I pressed a kiss to Noah’s chest, encouraging him. He was such a good fucking boy. He sort of fell into my lap, literally, and there was no way I’d pass up the chance to repeat our first time together.

“Hmm. I really can’t be of much service; my hands are so full right now.”

It wasn’t a lie. My fingertips tingled with the urgency of this interaction with Noah. I wanted him to see stars when I was done with him.

“If you’re not telling me something, and Noah gets harmed, it’s on your head. I know you’re young and foolish, but do you really want Noah to be hurt?”

Never.