Ethan’s pov
I slammed the door as I entered my room leaving Alex in the living room. My chest burns as I try to hold back the tears that threatens to fall. I thought I had no more of that left, but they come anyway, slow and heavy, rolling down before I can stop them.
I press the back of my hand to my mouth, trying to keep the sound in. I do not want to cry for him……not for Alex. Not for the man who just stood there, silent, while Michael touched him.
My mind keeps replaying the scene. Michael buttoning his shirt. Alex standing there half dressed, looking like he and Michael just f****d. He didn’t deny anything, he didn’t even try to. He looked through me as if what I felt didn’t matter.
It shouldn’t hurt this much. I knew what this was, this was just a contract affair and he is free t
