Page 8 of Chained to You (Dark Billionaires 6)

“He loves her?” Andy asked. “Like properly loves her? Not just because she’s…”

Matt knew what Andy wanted to imply. “He loves her not just because he considers her one of his play things, Andy. He loves her. I know that in my gut. When James loves, he loves deep.”

“I see,” Andy said, though he didn’t quite see it.

He had always thought Mr. James Maxwell’s type of woman was the hot, sexy high-class girl who knew the world and was on top of the world. The type that was a complete opposite to Mia. The type that didn’t have a dark past. The type that was filthy rich. Yes, he couldn’t imagine the man falling in love with somebody like his sister, who was sweet, generous, and too caring and kind for her own good. Just as he couldn’t imagine Matt Caine wanting to be with somebody like him, a hotheaded boy who hated the world and only cared for his sister.

Matt sensed Andy’s dark vibe and knew the boy was worrying about his sister again, which in this case was useless. After all, they couldn’t do a fucking thing to help find or save her. At least not yet, anyway. So he decided on cheering him up. Or at least keeping his mind away from his sister for a little while.

He drew the boy’s face closer to him and started kissing him on the lips, which took Andy by surprise. Matt thought the boy was going to push him away, considering his timing, but when Andy didn’t, he was glad.

Andy groaned into Matt’s mouth pleasantly, and Matt, encouraged, kissed the boy deeper and urged his lips to part for him. When Andy obliged, Matt thrust his tongue into Andy’s welcoming wide-open mouth.

Their tongues stroke one another, playing seductively against one another until Andy was dazed.

Andy groaned deeply again and held on to Matt tightly as he enjoyed the pleasure of being kissed by the arrogant billionaire. By the time Matt terminated the kiss and drew back, Andy was even more breathless.

Matt chuckled in amusement. “You always surprise me with your passion, Andy. You look so fucking delicious. I just want to fuck you here and now.”

Andy, still a bit breathless, said, “No thanks. You’re not doing me on the plane again. The last time that happened, I couldn’t walk for a couple days, and it was embarrassing. Your staff was staring at me like I was an alien. They knew you were screwing me.”

Matt laughed. He had to admit that sex on the plane was one of the best he’d ever had, though perhaps not for Andy since the boy couldn’t walk after that and had to be carried by him out of the plane, princess style, while his staff, the air hostesses, and pilots stared at them in disbelief.

Noting that the boy was now more relaxed, Matt patted himself on the back for the fact that he had eased the boy’s worry about his sister, at least for a little while.

Once they landed in L.A. a couple hours later, it was dawn, and they headed straight to James’s mansion up in Beverly Hills in Matt’s luxury sports car. The moment they arrived and drove in through the opened gate, they noticed many vans and cars parked along the driveway, which didn’t surprise Matt. Almost everyone on James’s team must be there, no doubt searching for Mia.

As they headed to the front door, Scott came out and met up with them.

“Hey,” Scott said. “Thanks for coming, man.”

The men shook hands and hugged as Matt said, “No worries, Scott. Where’s James? And what the hell is going on?”

Scott said, “James’s busy.” He turned his eyes to Andy and smiled. “How are you holding up, Andy?”

Andy raked his fingers through his dark hair as he said, “Okay.”

Scott patted the younger man’s shoulder and said, “Rest assured we’ll save your sister. There’s no doubt about that.”

Andy nodded. “I… I hope so, before… before something bad happens to her.”

Scott said, “Of course. Come on in, guys. I’ll take you up to see James.”

When they arrived in James’s office a few minutes later, Matt found his best friend standing behind the desk while he was on the phone and staring at the laptop screen at the same time. Matt didn’t miss the commanding vibe emitting from his friend and knew James was in charge and on top of every little detail during this investigation.

The moment they made eye contact, Matt knew shit was going to hit the fan, not for them, but for the culprit who had dared to kidnap James’s girl Mia Donovan.

“Matt,” James said after hanging up the phone. “You’re here.” He moved around the desk and came toward Matt.

The friends hugged, and once they moved back, Matt said, “About time you tell us what the fuck is going on. Andy is doing his best to be patient, as am I.”

James turned his attention to Andy and asked, “How are you holding up, Andy?”

“Okay,” Andy answered again. “But not for long.” He didn’t beat about the bush. “What happened to my sister? Who kidnapped her? How? When?”

James didn’t beat about the bush either and said bluntly, “Your sister is kidnapped by your uncle Herbert Weston, Andy. How? She was lured to leave the house alone by one of my ex-staff, who probably got pissed with me and wants revenge. She probably hates Mia to her guts, too. When? Last night at around nine. Where? Along the street down the road, just out of view of the surveillance camera.”

Andy frowned for a moment, confused. “Wai

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