The billionaire and his werewolf had long fallen asleep in each other's arms when his phone began ringing nonstop. He instantly picked it ready to murder whoever it was disturbing their serenity, but once he saw it was Damien he relaxed knowing the priest wouldn't be calling him for nothing. He carefully disentangled from Julian's hold and stepped out of the bed, grimacing at their sticky mess. They had been too worn out, he hadn't even bothered to wipe the c*m off their bodies before they fell asleep. Making a mental note to do it as soon as he was done with the phone call, Anthony quietly moved to the balcony to answer it, so he didn't wake up his lover.
“Why are you calling at this time, is everything okay?”
“Hello, to you, too, dear brother. I am good, thank you for asking.” His ton
