Our Little Secret

The Fucks Going On In Here?

WARNING: This chapter mentions implied/referenced past rape/sexual assault towards the end.
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"Uh, Dave, Austin, I am not walking through that," Ian looked out the window nervously, the red carpet and photographers were too much and it started to feel like his suit tie was choking him.

"What do you mean?" Austin asked turning around to face Ian from the passenger seat.

"I mean is there a back door or some because I can't walk through that," Ian shook his head.

Austin's expression was unreadable, watching Ian fidget uncomfortably. The man signaled for Dave to keep driving and Ian had never been more relieved, he adjusted his tie and relaxed against the seat as they made their way around the hotel. Yeah, he definitely wasn't gonna need more time to be comfortable in this lifestyle.

The hotel was insanely crowded and Ian actually hit there on time, he couldn't imagine how packed it would be once everyone arrived. He looked around and didn't recognize any of these faces but he knew if Debbie or even if Fiona were here they would probably freak out over a lot of these people. Once he enters the main area he spots Mickey immediately talking to two important looking men and as much as he wanted to Ian couldn't bring himself to talk over.

"Champagne?" Ian looked at the tray but opted for the bottle of water.

Sure he's had drinks on his meds before but it's not something he should do often, sometimes it would make him act like he hadn't taken the meds at all. He wasn't gonna take the risk of doing something crazy with photographers here. So, he took a sip from the bottle and leaned against the wall watching his lover across the room.

Mickey looked absolutely handsome wearing a dark gray suit that looked amazing against his skin, his tattoos as always were covered up, his hair was slicked back, he was nursing a half full glass of champagne and he was laughing about something. After about an hour Ian noticed Mickey kept checking his watch and he wondered if he was waiting on Ian. Which Ian had successfully dodged anyone he thought might be aiming to talk to him. He pushed off the wall ready to finally go find Mickey and talk to him.

"Hey," Ian stopped feeling a hand on his shoulder. He knew immediately that it wasn't Mickey and was still disappointed when he turned around.

"Oh, hi," Ian greeted, taking half a step back from the older man that was too close for comfort.

"I'm Dr. Lishman," The man offered his hand, Ian took it hesitantly, getting weird vibes from this guy that he didn't like.

"So, what do you do?" Lishman asked, leaning forward a bit making Ian tense up.

"Oh, um, I'm nobody, I was just invited. I work for the governor," Ian answered, taking another step back.

"Are you here with him?" The man asked and Ian furrowed his brow at the emphasis, what the fuck was that even supposed to mean?

"Are we doing okay over here?" Ian's heart flutters when Mickey is suddenly standing beside him, excitement bubbling inside of him when Mickey's hand brushes his briefly.

"Governor Milkovich, it's good to see you again," Lishman grinned, offering a hand that Mickey practically sneered at.

"Yeah, you too," Mickey nodded, ignoring the hand but it didn't seem to phase Lishman at all.