Exposed (boyxboy) (Book #2)

~Chapter Thirty Five~

It was exactly as Architectural Digest had described. Chic, modern, pristine. It looked expensive.

Jack and Violet moved in together just before the baby was born. Both of their parents had essentially paid for everything, with Violet in full creative control. All Jack cared about was a pool, a snooker table and a TV.

Will had to admit he was impressed when Jack showed him to the room he would be staying in. A four poster bed sat against the far wall, white linen sheets neatly spread across the mattress, with the comfiest looking duvet he'd ever seen. The room had been decorated in neutral shades, sage greens and creams and cool toned wood for the furnishings. An array of decorative pillows welcomed him warmly, and he just knew this was all Violet.

"Father said he's fine with you staying here, but it's under the condition that you don't draw attention to yourself, and you turn up to the trial," Jack told him.

"And Violet is okay with this?" Will asked.

"It was her idea," Jack admitted. "We're both worried about you."

"I know." Will swallowed thickly.

"The bathroom is just through there." Jack pointed to the en-suite, changing the subject. "Violet is making us dinner. We have no staff here at the moment, don't want anything coming out to the press before the trial so we're not trusting anyone new around here yet," his brother informed him, following Will further into the room and watching him set his bags on the floor in the centre of the room.

"Okay."

"Okay." Jack lingered for a moment. "Right then, see you downstairs."

Will just nodded.

When the door shut, he just stayed still in the middle of the room, sock covered toes digging into the carpet. Violet made everyone take their shoes off at the door, apparently.

He hadn't had to face her in a long time.

Their friendship had never really recovered from the crash. Honestly he was ashamed of what he had done, knowing he almost killed his brother's unborn child in the process. At the time he hadn't given it a thought, uncaring of anyone else but himself and the fact that Parker had left him.

But Violet wasn't a good friend to him, either. She'd gone behind his back to be with her brother, lied about who the baby's father was for months and was an all around bitch.

Deep down he knew Jack thought the same about her, but it was clear he loved her in his own weird way. He did leave his porn job for her.

Will gagged as that thought resurfaced.

Slowly he unpacked his bags, looking at the belongings Jack had decided to take for him. It was just a bunch of sweatshirts, jeans and joggers he'd need for the time he was staying there. As well as his phone charger and toiletries.

His car keys were absent, taken by his father, and his wallet was gone too, in the hands of the mugger.

Unlucky for them, he was broke.

The silence enveloped him when he was fully unpacked, and he slumped onto the edge of the bed, hand gripping one of the wooden posts for support. His head was pounding, and the stitches in his forehead were uncomfortable. His eye throbbed and his body hurt every time he moved.

The memory of what happened was so unsettling.

To be beaten and followed by someone that looked exactly like him, those curls, those eyes, that fucking smirk that made his skin crawl and caused bile to rise in his throat. Arthur Evans had been the one to chase him down and beat him to the ground.