Fifty shades of Beaumont // Randy

Chapter 16

'Andy, I'm going to come in your mouth.'

Chapter 16: bath
Andy's point of view.
{smut warning}

"I'd like to stay for today. If that's okay? I have work tomorrow." I tell him after he asked me if I want to stay a little longer. I don't know what his plans are but after last night, I want more.

"What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" He asks.

"Nine."

"I'll get you to work by nine tomorrow." He says. I frown. Does he wants me to stay another night?

"I'll need to go home tonight — I need clean clothes." I say.

"We can get you some here." He tells me. I don't have spare cash with me for clothes. His hand comes up, and he grasps my chin, tugging it so my lip is released from the grip of my teeth. I'm not even aware I've been biting my lip.

"What is it?" He asks.

"I need to be home this evening." His mouth is a hard line when I tell him.

"Okay, this evening." He acquiesces. "Now eat your breakfast."

My appetite has vanished. I stare at my half-eaten breakfast. I'm just not hungry.

"Eat Andy, you didn't even eat last night." He says.

"I'm really not hungry." I whisper. His eyes narrow.

"I would really like you to finish your breakfast." He glares at me.

"What is it with you and food?" I blurt. His brow knits.

"I told you, I have issues with wasted food. Eat." He snaps. His eyes are dark, pained. Holy crap. What is that all about? I pick up my fork and eat slowly, trying to chew. I must remember not to put on so much food on my plate. He waits for me to finish, and than he clears my plate.

"You cooked, I clean up." He says.

"That's very democratic." I say.

"Yes." He frowns. "Not my usual style. After I've done this, we'll take a bath."

"Oh. Okay." Oh my... I much rather have a shower. My phone rings, interrupting my reverie. It's Brook.

"Hi." I wander over to the glass door of the balcony, away from Ryan.

"Fovvs, why didn't you text last night?" He's angry.

"I'm sorry, I was overtaken by events." I apologize.

"You're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." I let him know.

"Did you?" He's fishing for information. I roll my eyes at the expectation in his voice.

"Brook, I don't want to talk about that over the phone." I say, Ryan glances up at me.

"You did... I can tell." How can he tell? He's bluffing, and I can't talk about this. I've signed a damned agreement.

"Brook, please."

"What was it like? Are you okay?" He kept asking.

"I've told you, I'm okay." I say annoyed.

"Was he gentle?"

"Brook, please!" I can't hide my exasperation.

"Fovvs, don't hold out on me, I've been waiting for this day nearly four years." He says.

"I'll see you this evening." I hang up. That is going to be one difficult square to circle. He's so tenacious, and he wants to know — in detail, and I can't tell him because I signed a — what was it called? NDA. He'll freak and rightly so. I need a plan. I head back to watch Ryan move gracefully around his kitchen.