chapter 21

Aaron's POV

I jumped up out of my sleep, but immediately dropped back down feeling my body hurting everywhere. I groaned then turned my face to the sleeping man beside me.

He looked so harmless, but the fucker is wicked. I turned to the bed stand and picked up my phone. Shit! 4:00 I have work! I got up quickly, I stood up taking a deep breath as the pain sinks in. I hissed, it ached. I looked at him. He doesn't have to worry about work, he's the boss, and since I cut my mother off I don't want his money.

I dragged on my jaggers even though it literally pains me to do it, I looked at our clothes laid out on the floor, I folded my lips and smiled as an idea stocked me. I picked his shirt that was twice my size. I put it on along with his jacket, well, now it's mine.

I went over to the bed and whispered into his ear."I'm leaving"

"Hmm, w-what… wait stay for a moment" he muttered at me

"No I have work," I said

He groaned, giving up, he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a last goodbye kiss. This man I would snuggle with but I have work.  He didn't even notice that I was in his shirt, well he will eventually. I walked out the hotel room feeling like a rusted robot, every step I took hurts.

That old man had too much vigor in his body, after leaving the hotel I went home, Spencer was not here funny. Zir is usually here doing his morning routine. I didn't have time to dilly dally. I had work. I stripped quickly throwing my clothes on the floor in a rush and to the bathroom it's already after 5 and I work at 7. I paused and made a step back.

I looked in my body size mirror, "Big" "Red" "Bruises" "Everywhere".

"Fuck!! was he trying to change my skin color?!"

No one had put this much on me, my back,  my belly, my leg, my Neck you name it. This is some possessive and obsessive lover kind of shit, I'm gonna have to wear some formal pants and long sleeves to hide this shit.

I sighed then hurried to the bathroom nothing can be done about this let me hurry.

Nick's POV

I tried to hug Aaron but couldn't feel him as I felt the other side of the bed. Then I remembered he had work, I sat up rubbing the bridge of my nose best to get out of here. I have work as well, so I got up off the bed and searched for my clothes. Where is it? I looked over the other and saw Aaron's, I chuckled realizing what he did. He stole my shirt.

I sat back on the bed breathing, last night was fucking amazing, I don't remember the last time I felt to let loose like that. I was always conscious of how the other side would feel so I always held back on my part, but to go hard on Aaron like that I wonder why he'd beg for more.

Thinking about his erotically distorted face as he called me daddy while I fuck the daylight out of him is making me hard all over again.

I sighed what am I gonna do with myself, I looked for a robe to cover up. I dragged on my pants and put on a robe. Then I left, I could feel people staring at me as I walked through the passageway, in the elevator and even the person at the front desk. All staring at me. I could see the blushing on their face as I checked out of the hotel. Maybe I should have looked in the mirror before leaving but it's too late now.

I entered my car and looked in my rearview, seeing bite and claws on my neck, not to mention hickies, all in all they were very showy and bright. I get it now.

Without lingering on it I started the car and began to drive home.

Michael's POV

I was walking out of my room heading down stairs to leave for work. I can't believe it, dad didn't come in last night after saying that to me yesterday.

As I sighed, going down stairs sighing, I looked before me to see the devil himself at the front door looking at him, his skin looked like he was being molded by rats, scratches bites and red hickey all over his skin, he's almost 40 years old, does he have no shame? Shouldn't he at least cover up?

I was just standing there looking down at his body with his robes pulled apart slanted at his shoulders, he then gave this arrogant chuckle then pulled it back up. He paused when he turned and saw me looking down at him.

His eyes widened and his mouth slowly parted, "your here?" He asked bewildered.

"I live here" I said raising a brow

He sighed looking down and shaking his head as if his tired, "right, and here I was thinking you were gonna spend a day or two at your apartment" he said walking up to me

"I could go, you know that?" I said as he walked past me

"I am not stopping you, you know that?"

He paused then looked down at me, "Michael you're an adult, I'm not stopping you from doing what you feel like doing and if my opinions truly don't matter to you so much you can talk af if I've never existed in your life fine by me. But when the kettle burns over and fire starts don't look for me to put out the fire that is burning". That was all he said before walking completely upstairs without looking  back.

What did he mean by that? What is going on with him? I can bet it's his current fling.

It's literally all over his body, only someone possessive and controlling does something like that. It reminds me of Aaron. Selfish, narcissistic and controlling.

All the things I hate. I glared at his fading figure then grit my teeth.