Chapter 5A couple of days later, Ian received a text from Brandon. Adam’s paperwork was ready. Did he want to swing by and get it? Say around nine P.M. or so?
Every instinct in Ian’s body told him to stay away. At least for the night, but he was in the city already. It made more sense for him to stop by Brandon’s place on his way back to the mansion rather than come back later.
Still, he was all-too-aware of Brandon’s underlying agenda. The late hour was the first indicator. The second being what an absolute jealous b***h he’d been when he’d brought Adam around. Not that Ian had been thrilled having to explain to Adam who Brandon was or rather who he wasn’t.
He’s not you. None of them are you.
The butler sent off, security left at the door, and the living room set up with a roaring fir
