Page 26 of His Secret Betrayal
He frowns. “Are you going to be okay?”
Despite feeling pissy about his rejection, and wanting to sulk, I assure him multiple times I’m fine. This furrow appears between his eyebrows, like maybe he doesn’t know if he should believe me. Eventually he relents and opens the door before tentatively poking his head out.
He peers back at me. “Are you coming?”
I shake my head. “So everybody can catch us walking out of a closet together with sex hair? Hard pass.”
Alek snorts, muttering something unintelligible under his breath but doesn’t question my excuse. Before long, the door is shutting behind him with a quietclickand I’m enveloped in the semi-dark, silent space by myself.
In truth, my mind is spinning, and I need a few minutes to gather my thoughts before going back out into the loud noises and bright lights of the club. Slowly sliding down the wall, I rub a hand over my face as I settle onto the floor.
If I’m being honest with myself, this encounter was a long time coming. Some part of me has known for a while now that I find other men attractive, but meeting Alek has really cemented that. Hell, I met him once at an engagement party and I haven’t stopped thinking about him since. Still, despite my tendencies to jump headfirst into new experiences, some part of me feared taking that final leap. Why? I’ve just experienced the most addicting high I’ve ever felt. Something about the encounter was just…right. And I want more. More of his kisses, his touches that are a weird mixture of rough and soft, and even his sensual praises and bossy commands. Remembering the things he said to me makes my belly swoop, my heart race, and my cock jerk.
He's the last person I should want. He’s Caleb’s dad, for crying out loud. Do I really want to risk one of my only friendships? If we do hook up again, and I fuck things up like I did in my last relationship, would he fire me? Honestly, I should be running for the hills, not begging him to fuck me.
Right or wrong, I want another taste of Alek Cromwell.
Luke
“Dude, are your fucking eyes painted on?” Caleb grouches, his thumbs mashing down on the video game controller way harder than necessary. He shoots me a dirty look, letting his ire be known after I failed to back him up when another player snuck up behind his character and knifed him.
“Piss off,” I snark back.
I met Caleb during freshman orientation at Crestwood Heights University, and we’ve been thick as thieves eversince. Caleb just…gets me. If there’s anybody I can be myself around, it’s him. I can’t help but wonder how he would feel about my attraction to his dad. After all, they are close.
Caleb once told me he is the product of a one-night stand. Although his mom and Alek were virtual strangers to one another, neither of them interested in forming romantic attachments at the time, they became fast friends as they learned to co-parent together. As soon as Caleb graduated high school, his mother finally pursued her own dreams by taking a contract job as a travel RN, picking up various jobs in high-need areas. Although they communicate regularly, he spends more time with his dad. Alek had once told Caleb that finding out he was going to be a father was the best—albeit, most shocking—day of his life.
Caleb curses, his face flushing red as he throws the controller onto the coffee table in front of us with a thud and gestures towards the massive TV screen. “Can you believe this guy? He’s like the living embodiment of a peanut butter and cum sandwich.”
Coughing into my fist, I clamp my lips down. Caleb’s normally even-tempered manners are the first thing to fly out the window whenever he picks up a game controller. I’ve heard my fair share of oddly unique and hilarious insults fly out of his mouth. When the words ‘Game Over’ flashes across the screen, followed by a row of gamer stats, I put my own controller down. A massive yawn escapes me, my jaw cracking as it stretches.
“Late night?” Caleb waggles his eyebrows from his spot next to me on his brown, leather couch, his grin conspiratorial. Heat creeps across my cheeks and I avert my eyes, reaching my hand inside the open bag of potato chips next to me for a distraction.
Caleb cackles, swatting my shoulder. “So, you did go out last night. Spill the beans!”
I’m definitely not going to share the details of what I did with his dad. How would that conversation even go?
“Your dad was knuckle deep in my ass last night, and I let him suck my cock in a cleaning supply closet. It was the best almost sex of my life. And also, your dad’s dick is thick AF.”
Yeah, no.
I shrug as I shove a mouthful of chips into my mouth, the salt exploding across my taste buds as I crunch. “Nothing much to tell.”
Caleb gives me a skeptical look before snatching the bag from my hands and sticking his own into it. He only grins at my scowl. “I’m sensing there’s a story here,” he sing-songs.
Yeah, your dad is the story.
“I had a few drinks, danced a little, and went home.”
His eyebrows furrow like maybe he doesn’t believe me, and I begin sweating. He shouldn’t have any reason to suspect I was hooking up with his dad, but that doesn’t stop my pulse from skittering. I subconsciously wipe my palms along the thighs of my jeans.
“Just blowing off some steam,” I add, trying for a casual shrug.
At this, he seems to soften. “Learning a new job can be rough, yeah? What’s it like working for my dad?”
My mouth goes dry. “Um, good. He can be strict sometimes, but he seems like a fair boss.”
That actually is the truth. He’s this odd mix of strict but also laid-back and understanding. On one of my first days there, I saw him practically ream some poor guy out for being late. And then there was the weird incident where he moved my desk into his office for “training purposes” after he caught Finn flirting with me.Which, honestly, had I known working in Alek’s office was going to be the result, I would have flirted with Finn for real.But he also lets me take my time on my training modules and work at my own pace. He encourageshis employees to focus on quality over quantity, and he makes sure everyone is taking adequate breaks.
