Page 133 of Reluctantly You

What we are continuing to build.

I’m attached to him, most likely in an unhealthy manner, but then again, when you’re raised like me, nothing is healthy. We do the best we can. We survive. And I want to survive with him.

I want to move through life watching him grow and bloom.

This entire week I’ve watched him, fucked him, spoke to him as I held him in my arms. The more I do all of this, the more I realize I want…morewith him.

I want to experience it all.

“I don’t think he needs to know.”

Shiloh arches an eyebrow at me. “That’s bullshit, Gideon, and you know it. This is the entire reason you bought the company. Mitch is a part of that.”

“He doesn’t need to know. It has nothing to do with him.”

“But it did. And now you’re enmeshed.” He lowers his voice. “You’re sleeping with him.”

I shift in my seat, feeling my cock perk up. Iamsleeping with him. Every fucking night. And I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.

“I’m not telling him, Shiloh. He doesn’t need to know. His father has nothing to do with us.”

Shiloh sighs and eats a bit more of his salad, looking entirely disappointed in me. Well, he can fuck off. Mitchell doesn’t need to know what his father did. And technically, it’s not his father anyways. That man has no hold over him. He’s just a man. No one of importance.

“How’s work at the junkyard?”

Shiloh scoffs. “Oh, now you’re changing the subject?”

“Just curious about my friend.”

“It’s fine.”

His words are clipped and I know he’s upset with me. Well, he can be upset, he can be furious for all I care. I’m not telling Mitchell a single fucking thing. What our fathers did is in the past.

None of this has any bearing on how much I want that man.

It’s unhealthy and I don’t give a shit.

“Emmy called me the other day,” Shiloh says and stares at his food. “We’re gonna meet up soon.”

“Am I invited?”

“Perhaps. He may have asked me to invite you.”

I sigh and scrub a hand over my face as Shiloh gets up and starts to leave, the paper in his hand crinkling slightly. He doesn’t even want to eat lunch with me anymore.

“You’re like a brother to me, Gideon, so I’m going to say this once more. You need to tell him.”

I ignore it. I ignore the shit out of it.

He goes back to work and so do I, my mind spinning with his words. When the day is finally over, Shiloh’s voice is still ringing in my head. It’s making me feel guilty for wanting to bend Mitchell over my desk, so instead, I just lead him out of the office, a bewildered, questioning gaze on his face.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

“It’s Friday night. I thought I’d take you out to dinner.”

“Like a fucking date?”

“Yeah, like a fucking date.”

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