Page 18 of Working Out West

I really needed to talk to Kylo. Maybe he was in the same position I was in with a client. I hoped so. I wouldn’t feel like such a dickhead.

A thought flew into my mind.

“Death?”

“Yeah?”

“When a client books in someone and pays, what does the company show on the record?”

“A computer technician company.”

Huh. It looked like Adrik’s transactions were hidden if anyone looked into him. Which would be good for a person who didn’t want people to know he was gay… or into guys as well as girls. I wasn’t sure which category Adrik fell into; we never went into it. Of course, my new train of thought took me to a place where I could justify my choice of ending things.IfI did. It could also mean Adrik didn’t want a real relationship with a man. Eventually, he would settle with a woman to keep the image of a straight, obviously loaded businessman. Hell, he could own more than just the casinos, and if he wanted to expand, it was no secret gay people were still treated as pariahs, which no doubt would be more challenging when it came to business. Shit, even my parents frowned upon homosexuality because of their interpretation of religion.

It didn’t matter that He, my god, loved me for who I was, not who I took to bed. Not that I could ever tell them that.

Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and leaned back into the seat. A headache pounded at me. I was thinking too much, but my mind was just a ball of confusion.

Right, I would make a plan.

I’d keep myself busy with schooling, work, and friends. I’d catch up with Kylo without Lucas. Since Lucas was in his bubble of happiness, I didn’t want to rain on it by talking about the mess I’d made of things. I also had to look for another place to stay since my lease was up soon and I hated the new neighbors who’d moved in.

“West?”

I groaned and flopped my head Death’s way. “Did I miss something again?”

He grinned. “We’re here.”

I straightened and looked out the window. Shit, that was fast. “Sorry, got a headache coming on.”

“Want me to walk you in?”

Grinning, I reached out and patted his arm. “Aren’t you sweet, but I’ll be fine.”

His lips thinned. “Take care, yeah?”

I opened the door and climbed out. “Will do, you too.”

He snorted. I waved and shut the door. It was time for some relaxation. A shower and then sleep sounded like heaven, and maybe if I kept singing a song in my mind, I wouldn’t think about Adrik before I fell asleep.

Look at that, I just made a fucking funny.

Chapter Five

Adrik

Igripped the phone when the words registered. “Mr. Hail, this is Saint, co-owner from Polished. Unfortunately, Ben is no longer available. Would you like to reschedule with someone else?”

Anger burned through my gut, but then fear overtook me, and I asked, “Is he good?” I refused to use his business name. I especially hated it when I had to use it in person with West. After our first meeting, I had known his real name when one of my men, the only one I trusted, had done a little digging.

“He is.”

Obviously, that was all he would give me. I wanted to know why. I wanted to know everything.

Through clenched teeth, I asked, “Will he be available for next weekend as usual?” I was foolish and thought West would want to see me a week early to make up for this missed time, but Saint’s next words told me just how pathetic I had been.

“Unfortunately, no, sorry. If you go to our website, we have more men online for you to view. I’ll just have to give you the password to access them.”

He was done with me.

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