Page 39 of The Broker

Argh!Isaac didn’t want to think about all the forces working against them. Yes, he thought Jared was hot as hell. Yes, he loved riding his amazing dick. And yes, he fucking loved hanging out with ass-face.

Jesus, what a fucking nightmare.

When they returned to the château, Isaac was looking forward to taking a long hot shower, then sneaking into Jared’s room for a good long pounding.

Given the size of the man’s dick, Isaac was actually impressed that he hadn’t pulled a hip or busted a ribcage yet. Wouldn’t that be fun to explain to a doctor?

“So, my buddy was fucking me with his monster cock and kind of dislocated my hip. But don’t worry, I was still able to bust a nut.”

“I’ll come by after I’ve had a chance to shower and unpack,” Isaac whispered to Jared as they all entered the foyer and disappeared in various directions of the house.

Gunnar and Anders, no doubt, were on their way to the kitchen to see what sort of grub was left over from dinner; Teo was eager to get back to his room so he could do a bit of meditating before bed. He bitched the whole way home that people were fucking so loud that he couldn’t find his center and spend a few minutes focusing on himself. Diesel? Well, theyreally weren’t sure what Diesel was doing alone in his room. It could be anything from playing his guitar, rubbing one out, or reading a book. The man was so unpredictable.

“Sure thing. I’ll see you in a bit,” Jared responded, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder.

“Isaac, I need to see you in my study for a bit,” Matteo said, materializing out of nowhere.

Isaac glanced at Jared, then turned back to Matteo. “Sure thing. Let me just drop off my bag.”

“Jared, do you mind taking Isaac’s things to his room? This can’t wait,” Matteo said, nodding toward Isaac’s bag.

Judging by the concerned look on his face, Isaac’s stomach began to sink.

Matteo was never this open with his feelings. The guy had a poker face like no other—unless he was furious and tearing you a new one. Then, that scary Italian anger stepped forth, and all those in his path were murdered.

“Sure thing,” Jared answered, taking Isaac’s bag from his hand and giving him a quick wink.

“Come,” Matteo said, placing his hand on Isaac’s shoulder and guiding him up the stairs toward his office.

Once inside, Matteo closed the door behind them and gestured for Isaac to have a seat on the couch. Next to the couch, the fireplace was roaring.

Yes, it might still be warm out, but the large open rooms in the château often got chilly. Either that or Matteo wanted to make the room as cozy and welcoming as possible. For what purpose, Isaac wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

They were using Matteo’s main office located on the second floor of the estate. This was the public-facing office that Matteo used for business meetings and discussions with friends.

Theother officewas located deep beneath the surface ofLaMaison, away from prying eyes and nosey guests. That wasthe office that Matteo used to conduct his more “sensitive” business. It was also where he stored all the confidential files he had compiled on his guests. It was here that Edwin betrayed Matteo’s trust and put Matteo and his friends down a dark path.

Matteo walked over to his bar and fixed them both a glass of whiskey.

Shit. This was not looking good.

“Here,” Matteo said, passing Isaac a glass before sitting next to him on the couch.

Matteo paused for a moment, then turned sideways to face him. Ever the professional, Matteo was still dressed in his Tom Ford three-piece suit and Prada shoes.

The stylish Italian pulled a pocket watch from his vest and then glanced at the time.

Does anyone even own a pocket watch anymore?Isaac thought to himself.

Other than Matteo, the only other time Isaac ever saw a man holding a pocket watch was in movies, and only the kind that were filmed in black and white. They were also usually the ones that he refused to watch.

Yet, somehow, Matteo still managed to make using a pocket watch look stylish as fuck.

“Is everything okay?” Isaac asked, lifting his glass to take a sip. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but to be honest, he barely noticed.

Thoughts of the worst-case scenario were running through his head. Was he in trouble? Did someone complain about something he’d done? Why did Matteo look so uncomfortable?Oh God. Perhaps he knows about him and Jared?

He watched Matteo, trying to read his body language. Matteo was facing him, so that was a good sign. At least he knew that Matteo hadn’t written him off.Oh God, what would he do if Matteo was pissed that he and Jared were fucking and decidedto kick him out of the château? Where would he go? What would he do?

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