Page 69 of Glitterati Omega

He thought about asking Winston to have him for dinner instead, put him down on the table and eat him out. The alpha was terribly obliging; he probably would, if Rupert asked nicely.

But then, what he really wanted was the alpha inside him, and Rupert squirmed again at the thought of sitting in the alpha’s lap, that long, thick cock seated inside him, Winston touching him, and he was fairly certain he could come from the thought alone.

When he got to the dining room, however, Winston was sitting there ashen-faced, distraught, and Rupert’s blood went cold. “What happened?” he asked.

Winston glanced up at him, then back down at his phone. He nodded his head once; his lips were pursed. “It … would seem as though my mothers thought to surprise me.”

“Huh?”

Winston grimaced. “They are at the airport.”

Rupert furrowed his brow. “The airport?”

“Mm,” Winston said.

“What airport?”

“This one.” Winston glanced at him. “The one here in Houston. They would like me to call them a cab.”

Rupert stared at him. Then he shook his head. “No, no, no. They can’t come here, I’m …”

“I’m aware,” Winston drawled.

“Tell them no.”

Winston hummed, then gave him a guilty look. Rupert frowned. “You can send them to your house. They can stay there. Thank goodness we haven’t sold it yet.”

“That will look strange, since I am not staying there also.”

Rupert waited. Winston looked away. “I … may need to go stay there.”

“What? Why? I don’t see the issue—they can stay there, you can stay here with me, and—”

“I … may have told them we had broken up.”

Rupert wasn’t sure why he felt so crushed. “Why?” he asked finally.

Winston shifted around. “Well, they know you want a baby and—”

“And you don’t, so now they’re harassing you,” Rupert surmised.

“A little,” Winston mumbled.

Rupert shook his head. “You’re going to have to tell them,” he said. “About us. If we’re going to …”

Winston coughed into his hand. “Yes,” he said. “I know that. I just … wanted to wait, perhaps until—”

“Until we’d conceived?” Rupert had the sneaking suspicion Winston wasn’t telling him everything.

“Well, that and …”

“And?”

“Until your divorce was finalized. They don’t like this whole business.” He paused. “And until you start redistributing your estate.”

Rupert pursed his lips. “I don’t see what that’s got to do with anything,” he said. “The divorce, fine. We can’t get married until the divorce is final. But it’s not like I’m giving them the money, so what—”

Winston sighed. “I should go,” he said, pocketing his phone and getting to his feet. “The cab will collect them from the airport any minute.”

“Winnie.”

“We can talk about this later.”

“Winston!”

“I’ll talk to you once I figure out how to send them away.”

“Winston, get back here! What—”

But Winston scurried out of the room, and a moment later, the door banged shut.