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Ian heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Why did you hide that you’re from Bulgaria?”
Alek remained silent.
“You can write an entire sentence to taunt me but won’t answer my questions with anything, but yes or no?”
Those are my rules. You have three questions left. I’m tired. You’d better hurry.
Quietly, as gently as he might carry a bird with a broken wing, Ian asked, “Do you really have no other family left?”
“Da.”
“I’m sorry.”
Alek shrugged.
Ian watched the paper beneath Alek’s hand until he was sure Alek would not elaborate.
“I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else anymore,” Ian said.
Alek said nothing. He was like one of those annoying Sphinxes in Greek mythology.
“Will you stop sleeping with other people?”
“Da.”
“I wish you never did.”
Alek trapped his tongue between his teeth and wiggled a solitary finger.
“I know. I can count,” Ian said. “Will you ever tell me about your life before you met me? About Bulgaria… and your family?”
That’s more than one question, but yes. I will tell you.Alek stopped the pen, leaving its point against the page.But, not today.
Ian groaned again.
If you keep making noises like that, I’ll have to force my cock in your mouth to silence you.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Ian strived for irreverencebut was betrayed by the gravelly rumble that snuck into his voice.
I find it very satisfying that with a single profane suggestion, I can get you to welcome the risk of being caught in such a shameful predicament when only a few moments ago you were afraid to kiss me.
“I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
Don't treat me like I'm weak.In the blank space underneath, he added,I want things to be like they were before.
“Things can never be the way they were before. I thought you died. You almost did.” Ian paused to rein in his composure before it ran away from him.
Alek looked over at the hulking form of the electric piano.
If things can’t be the way they were before, then I’d rather have died.
13
ALEK
Why hadn’t Ian asked about the escorts? Didn’t he want to know exactly what Alek did with them? Shouldn’t he be jealous? Shouldn’t he be obsessed with finding out what went on between Alek and his paramours? If the roles were reversed, Alek would have demanded Ian tell him every single detail and describe how inadequate each sexual interaction had been.
He wrote,Why didn’t you ask me about the escorts?
