Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
He groaned but lifted his hips just enough for me to slide his pants off. By the time I made it to the buttons of his shirt, he was snoring, his mouth wide open. Shaking my head, I got the shirt off of him, then tugged the blankets out from beneath him to cover him up. Once he was tucked in, I turned the ceiling fan on, since I knew he always slept with his on, and then slipped from the room. He was going to be passed out for quite a few hours while he slept off those pain pills.
Anurak was in the sitting room, cuddled with Ace, when I walked in. Both boys looked up at me, and Anurak quickly sat up, his eyes wide and hopeful. “Is Bento home?”
“He’s home,” I confirmed. Anurak’s chin wobbled, tears of relief filling his eyes, but he thankfully didn’t let them spill. I liked the kid, but I’d had enough of his tears to last me a lifetime. “But he’s sleeping. Rico gave him something strong so he could properly rest.”
Ace snorted. “Bet he’s high as fuck.”
“He is.” I looked back at Anurak, who’s face had fallen at the news Bento was asleep. “Once he’s awake, I’m sure he’ll want to see you. But for now, he just needs to rest. He’s been through quite a bit.”
Anurak sighed and sank back into his boyfriend’s embrace, nodding his head. “Okay. I’ll see if Papi will let me order some cupcakes for him. He loves the red velvet ones with cream cheese icing.”
If Bento started devouring sweets, which was bound to happen now that he wasn’t working and staying busy, he was going to lose the body he’d worked hard to gain. And while I wouldn’t care because he was mine no matter how he looked, I knew Bento would give a fuck once his body started changing.
My man has gone from a scrawny boy to a well-built two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man, and he worked hard to maintain the body he had now.
He might very well lose his shit when he found out he was restricted from working out with weights until further notice. Turning for Rico’s office so I could catch him up on Bento, I bit back my smile.
I couldn’t wait for Bento to lose his temper with me. I was going to have so much fucking fun bringing my man to heel.
13
Bento
When I came to, I felt a bit better. Granted, my body was still sore, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it’d been before one of the other guards had brought me pain pills under Rico’s orders. I didn’t remember coming home, and I didn’t know how I’d gotten into Niran’s room, but I wasn’t the least bit upset that I was no longer in that fucking hospital.
I certainly wasn’t upset that I was sprawled out in Niran’s bed, surrounded by his scent and his space.
Niran didn’t know, but I’d been in his room numerous times, snooping around in the hopes of learning more about him. I knew that despite him making thousands of dollars a month, he used cheap Irish Spring body wash and Suave shampoo. I knew he used an electric razor, and I knew Clearasil was his favorite facewash brand. He kept his room organized, and even though he owned multiple sets of sheets and blankets, they were all black.
I’d snooped through his closet and dresser, too—black pants and jeans, black button down and t-shirts, black socks, and even black boxer briefs, though he splurged on those and bought authentic silk ones. He owned a couple of white button-down shirts, but it was rare he ever wore them. Actually, the first time I’d seen him wear one in a long time was when I woke up in the hospital.
I’d stolen a pair of his boxers to see how they felt, and yeah… I splurged now too because wow. Having your dick and balls encased in silk? Niran was onto something there.
I pushed myself into a sitting position, then eased out of bed. After padding barefoot to the bathroom and emptying my bladder, I splashed some water on my abused face and inspected my busted-up face in the mirror. I knew I needed to face Anurak, and the mere thought of it made me grimace. Anurak was going to be upset, and I wouldn’t be able to make him feel better. Not when my wounds were still so raw and in-his-face.
“You look lost in thought. What’s on your mind, kon-dii?”
Turning my head, I looked at Niran. I had no idea when he’d appeared, but he was now standing in the doorway to his bathroom, one shoulder leaning against the doorframe. I pushed back from the counter with my good hand and turned my entire body in his direction.
“How bad is Anurak?”