Ambrose Steel Hounds Final Pt

Part 14

"I cannot tell you how happy I am that you've changed your mind!"

Dean allowed Antonio to pull him into a hug in his office. "I'm sure you're thrilled," he replied dryly.

"But of course! In fact thrilled doesn't even describe it."

"Look, Antonio-"

"Actually it's Cesaro now."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Right, Cesaro. What are your plans for me?"

"Honestly, I'd like to send you on a small tour around the country while you finish up your songwriting. Then I hope to record you in the studio once music arrangements have been made." Cesaro gave him a look over. "You've become hotter."

"I look the same. Open your eyes."

"Oh I have."

He snapped his fingers in front of his ex boyfriend's face. "When's our tour?"

"Well..."

"The sooner, the better. Make it happen." He took his luggage. "I'm heading out to Beverly Hills. You have my new number."

"Yep. I'll furnish you with the details soon. Have a safe trip back home."

Dean merely nodded before leaving the office.

No.

It wasn't home.

Home was with Roman but he didn't have that anymore when he made that hard decision.

He'd never have it that way with anyone the way he did with the grey eyed man but he'd have to learn to live with that.

His mansion was worth every penny he invested in, he thought when he reached back. He made a mental note to thank Paul for ensuring that the house had been up kept.

Unzipping his luggage, he took out some awards he had won and placed it aside. After unpacking, he'd have to go grocery shopping to stock up the fridge...

Calling the cable and the electricity company to switch on their services before he grabbed his car keys, he looked around the house and felt a sense of loneliness overwhelm him.

There was an upscale organic mart close to where he lived called Finest. Dean grabbed a basket and filled it with apples, bananas, bottled water, green tea (mostly because it reminded him of Roman), hand and shower soap, strawberries, whipped cream and some cold cuts with dairy products.

Once back home, he put away the products before lying down in his bed to take a nap. Bad idea because it only made him miss Roman more.

Made him wish he was right there holding him.

Stop it, he chided himself. Focus on moving on.

"I can't lose him, Corey," Roman said as he sat in the rhythm guitarist's hotel room. "I can't lose him. Losing him is worse than losing my father. I don't care what he says in that letter!"

The tattooed man nodded. "I'm way ahead of you, Roman. I've asked Paul and Brock for help. They'll be there to intervene. He's not going anywhere far. Just give me five more minutes to finish packing."

Roman ran a hand through his hair and accepted the glass of water from Seth who had already packed his things. "Why would he do this?" he asked.

"He was thinking of you," the two toned man explained. "I think he feels guilty after what your father told him and the things that followed after their confrontation. Your dad told the nurse to ask him to leave the room..."