The penthouse was silent when they returned.
Elian walked straight past the living area and headed for the bedroom without saying a word. There was no bite backs, no empty threats. Just heavy, silence that felt completely wrong coming from him.
Dex watched him disappear down the hallway, jaw tight. The suspicion that had been building since they left the estate refused to leave him. Something about this ‘Michael’, sat like a thorn under his skin.
Who the f**k was he? And why was the mention of his name alone getting that kind of reaction from his husband?
He gave Elian ten minutes before following.
When Dex entered the bedroom, Elian was standing by the windows, staring out at the glittering city lights. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, the sleeves of his shirt was rolled
