Not safe for the Heart

♥️Chapter 8♥️

Making up for the few weeks I missed updates
This story is all I my head I just need to finish it so we can all have closure.

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When Sloane landed, he had a few more drinks with Ren and Cameron at the private bar. He went through all the stages of grief. He tried to deny his feelings. Try to explain it was because the contract. Because Seth was treating him so well. Then it was the anger he felt for these stupid contracts. Signing off one after the other, never fully understanding what he was getting himself into. Next he thought about what he was willing to bargain. He thought of not being greedy. Of respecting the balance between their work and home relationship. Then being overwhelmed with sadness because he doesn't want to let go of his work relationship with Seth but also can't leave Seth's house until his debt has been deducted.

Which he calculated could be paid off in a year.
Sooner was possible according to Seth.

And perhaps the sexual tension would kill him before then.

Cameron and Ren tried to talk to him. But Sloane kept his thoughts to himself. He knew his situation would worsen if they even had the hint of Sloane's situation. But they accompanied him.

After a couple of drinks, Sloane went home by taxi. He had to insist as Ren and Harlan offered to drop him off, Cameron already took a taxi home. And he was sure Harlan at least knew where Seth lived. Ren would also know he didn't earn enough to live in a lavish mansion.

When he arrived, the maid took his luggage and disappeared through the door. Looking up, Sloane noticed the light in Seth's room on the top floor was still on. It was the one place in this large mansion they weren't allowed to be in, each other's room.

Sloane knew what every day would fall to.
In the house, however they interact, the tension and stolen glances would constantly surround them. A magical weekend. And now strangers. No one is allowed to cross the line. Even if the thought crossed Sloane a thousand times.

Sloane couldn't sleep that night, especially when he got so used to Seth being beside him. Sometimes as they laid together, Sloane would wake up briefly to find Seth's arms around him.
Three nights was all Sloane needed to get used to it all.

In the morning, Sloane didn't leave his room. He didn't want to see Seth in the morning. So he sent Seth an email to say he was unwell and will be using one of his sick days. After all, he was his boss.

A few moments later, Sloane heard a knock.
"Is everything alright? I can get the maid to give you anything." Seth said. His voice was hesitant. "Do you need me to come in?"

"No!" Sloane replied. "I think I had too much to drink over the weekend." The shadow leaves and a few minutes later the maid knocked, handing Sloane a tray of hangover soup and some aspirin.
He knew Seth prepared it.

After being left with his own thoughts, Sloane knew his problem. He had to at this point. His eyes were puffy from crying. He could spiral. But he had already reached rock bottom. And when times were tough the only way was up.

So he took a pack of ice and treated his puffy eyes. By 4pm, Sloane stared at himself on the vanity mirror, dressed in blood red lingerie and wrapped a white satin night gown around him. He put subtle smokey eyeshadow and a blush pink lip gloss. And by 5:30pm he was at the dinner table waiting for Seth to come home.

The door clicked open, but Sloane stared forward. The food was already laid out by the maid. Seth seemed like he was headed for Sloane's door but noticed him at the dinner table.

"Are you feeling better?" Seth asked walking towards him.

Sloane grabbed some food at the centre of the table, adding it onto his plate. The silk dressing gown he was wearing, coming undone to reveal the red lingerie. "Much better." He smiled, taking a piece of steak and eating it sweetly. "The food is delicious, you must be hungry."