❝Morrison is my archenemy and he only dies with my hands wrapped around his neck...❞
Carl John Morrison has never met any man who surpasses Aiden Black. He's a stuck-up prick. Easy on the eye. A lethal weapon.
And Carl has a weakness for him.
A tr...
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Ch. 27: Train wreck
Swallowing hard, Carl slowly turned the knob and opened the transparent glass door leading to the penthouse suite balcony.
It had been almost an hour since Aiden practically scurried out of the bedroom, and it seemed like he wasn't planning on going back inside any time soon. The man was probably contemplating the notion of freezing himself to death considering he was only in his pair of white boxer briefs.
"Don't have the balls to tell me to my face that the sex was bad?" Carl leaned over the balcony railing, freshly showered, and watched Aiden while he blew out wisps of smoke from one of his customized King of Denmark cigar into the thin Israeli night air. "So you'd rather punish yourself out here in the cold than face me?"
In honest truth, Aiden was wound so deep inside his cobweb of thoughts that he hadn't even noticed the unfavorable temperatures outside. Maybe the bone chilling cold air was the only reason he hadn't gone completely nuts already.
"What?" Aiden asked, surprised.
"There are two things involved whenever a guy takes off just seconds after sex, either the sex was horrible and he can't even look the other person in the eye because everything will be now awkward or..." Carl mused, lips tightening into a thin line. "Maybe you should tell me the second reason which I'm hoping is in existence 'cause this is kind of ego bruising."
Aiden deeply groaned and looked at Carl. "Trust me, the sex was far from horrible."
"Well, it was mediocre then?"
"Why would you even think that?" Aiden's brow morphed into a frown, face hardening only a fraction mostly because of shock.
Only if you knew.
Turmoil churned behind Carl's beautiful amber eyes. "You just took off man, you couldn't even spare me a single glance like I was some sort of deadly plague." He kept his tone low. "You know what? This whole thing was a huge mistake, let's just forget it ever happened."
Aiden's lips squeezed together and he dropped his gaze to the smoldering cigar swathed between his fingers. "You think tonight was a mistake?"
Sighing, Carl nodded feeling his throat constricting, "Yeah." He crossed his arms over his chest and stared into the darkness. "It was a mistake."
"No," Aiden slowly shook his head. "It wouldn't hurt this much if it were a mistake." He met Carl's intent eyes whirling with undecipherable emotions behind them. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Carl." he whispered thickly. "But I can't do this with you."
Between the two of them, Carl thought he was going to be the first one to break—how wrong he was.
"Aiden," Carl took his hand and gently squeezed. "The heart wants what it wants." He smiled. "Stop fighting it because you've already lost the battle."
