Page 244 of Kiss the Villain

He has a welcoming expression, a polite smile, and deeply unreadable light-blue eyes. Like Prince Charming or the good-looking guy next door, but like Gareth, what you see isnotwhat you get.

Annoyingly, Kane’s also about Gareth’s age, but he’s always seemed older in mannerisms and character. Being born as Grant’s son isn’t a tragedy I would wish on anyone, but he’s passing it with flying colors.

Anyhow, he has a lot of things in common with Gareth, and it’s making me kill half a bottle of wine in no time.

I wish I had a cigarette, but my strict little monster made me quit again.

And I would rather break my own arm than hurt him with that nonsense, so cigarettes and I are officially done.

Gareth grins at something Kane says, his hand going back and forth on my thigh.

I guess that’s the only good thing about this. At least he always wants to touch me, and I meanalways. Whether in public or not. It can be as subtle as right now or downright sucking my face with his mouth.

He says I charge him, so if we don’t see each other for a few days, he’s drained. Once, I was in Japan for a business deal and I had to stay for a week. On the fifth day, I found him outside the building where I was staying. In the rain, just bouncing in place and checking his phone.

Ever since then, I’ve made it my mission not to stay away for more than five days. That seems to be his absolute limit, and I do mean limit. He was visibly shaking with his pupils dilated and he looked depressed.

It’s probably unhealthy that he’s so attached to me, but I love it. I love that he loves me in this intense, all-in, no-way-out kind of way. How he can be so obsessed but also so affectionate.

And yes, he still buys me unnecessary nonsense.

But then he let me be the only one to drive his car. Not that I’m jealous of a literal car, but if the shoe fits, yes, in your face, Medusa.

No one is more important than me. I see it when his eyes brighten to this clear green color whenever he looks at me, how he smiles wide just because he knows I’m a little bit obsessed with his dimples.

It’s only fair since I also get stomachaches when he’s not around. Julian said it’s because I stopped testing his drugs, but Julian can go fuck himself.

I only did that when I didn’t care about my body. Now, I plan to live fully. For Gareth.

And I kid you not, when Julian paid me a visit for business matters and tried to convince me to pick up with testing, Gareth pointed a gun at him and said, “Good, you’re here. I’ve been fantasizing about killing you this whole time.”

I just laughed and told Julian not to be fooled by Gareth’s charming looks, because hewouldkill him without hesitation, so he’d better leave.

“That was a sick game,” Gareth says to Kane. “The violence was immaculate.”

I shake my head. Of course he’d like that.

“We did go a bit extra tonight,” Kane says with his usual good-boy smile. “You never played?”

“No. I was more of a football guy in high school.”

Now, I’m imagining him in tight football pants, and my cock jumps like an insatiable whore. It doesn’t help that Gareth’s hand is wrapped around my thigh, close to my dick.

Kane takes a sip of his drink. “I can teach you if you like.”

“I can do the teaching myself,” I grumble.

Gareth’s eyes light up, his fingers pausing on my thigh. “Really?”

“I used to play, remember? And I was way better than Kane.”

“I wouldn’t saywaybetter,” Kane interjects with a grin.

I glare at the little fuck. “Worlds apartbetter.”

“Whoa, relax, Uncle.” He lets out a laugh. “I’m not going to steal your boyfriend.”

“That’s implying you could.” I wrap a hand around Gareth’s nape and rub the skin.

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