4. Four
FOUR
Alistair
“That was a close one,” Caolan hisses as I join him in the hallway. “You need to be more careful.”
“It was fine,” I assure him. “I’ve got this. I’m the king of secret schemes!” The emperor, maybe. But that sounds immodest. If there’s one thing every good hellhound knows, it’s the art of the humble brag.
Of course, sometimes people take a little too long to acknowledge my genius, so I have to point it out more bluntly. What’s the point in being an emperor if nobody’s genuflecting to you?
Although, come to think, nobody’s ever genuflected to me. Gotta do something about that. I wonder if I can convince Aidan to worship me in exchange for a blowjob?
“But now David suspects,” Caolan whines. “What if he asks me about it? I can’t lie to him. We love each other. We made a commitment to each other.”
“And you don’t want to sleep on the couch,” I add. He nods emphatically.
“That too. But I could hold out against that. It would suck, but I would stand firm and keep our secret. It’s for his own good.” He takes a deep breath. “What if he tries to wheedle it out of me?”
“Great word.” I need to find a way to work that into a sentence. “How would he wheedle?”
Caolan’s eyes go dreamy. “He does this thing with his tongue…”
Yeah… no. I don’t want to think about my good friend David that way. “There’s only one solution then.”
“What’s that?”
“Until this is over, you can’t go home. Slumber party at my place!”