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“My mother is still angry that I left,” I admit.

“Who wouldn’t be upset if they didn’t get to spend time with you? I’d be crushed if you went back to Sweden.”

Alec says it as if he hasn’t considered that I’m not a citizen and won’t have to go back to Sweden. The implication is dizzying and we should have a conversation for clarity. I wonder if he understands how visas work and what that means for us long term.

My feelings for him are stronger than what I’ve felt for another person. I’m holding on to him and not letting go. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have to go back to Sweden eventually. Watching Dylon OD reminded me of how quickly your life can change. If Lars hadn’t thrown Emmett and Jayce out of the game, they might not have found Dylon in time. Lars would have to live through losing another friend.

It brought the fear of losing someone else I love to the surface.

I should talk to Alec, but tonight I will let him take my pain and forget, turning it into a memory of us. Writing over what happened earlier with the pleasure only he can give me. So I let Alec take the lead and make good on his promise to fuck me until my grief disappears.

Now there’s only Alec.

Chapter thirty

Von

Hysteria by Muse

“We’re going to Brooklyn?” Alec asks, tucking his white silk shirt into the metallic silver pants I bought for him.

I hold the matching jacket and help him slip into it. He’s delicious and I can’t wait to strip him out of these clothes with my teeth when we get back.

“Yes.” Not telling him where we’re going adds to the fun. He’s been working a lot since Emmett began training as an assistantmanager. I’ve been a madman, creating pieces for my show and consulting with Cole on his gift for Shane.

So tonight is for us, and that includes fashion and showing off my man. The silver velvet shines and the light reflects patterns of gold and platinum. We had it tailored, so it fits every curve and dip of his incredible body. If I put him on display, people would pay exorbitant amounts of money to see him. It’s thrilling to watch both men and women lust for him and know he’s coming home with me. Only me.

We discussed being exclusive. I’m not good at sharing. But I didn’t ask if we’ve moved this relationship from something fake to being real. The answer scares me.

“Viking, there are plenty of restaurants and bars closer to where we live, no matter how cool Google makes Brooklyn sound.” He smirks and twists a piece of my hair around his finger.

I ignore his tease. “The Uber’s downstairs. Let’s go.”

Alec grins as we pull up to the theater to see Company X put on a magic and burlesque show. Other artists at The Artistic Edge proclaim this is the most unique and intoxicating show.

The atmosphere and showmanship are out of this world. My heart beats along with the music, sweeping me up in the fantasy world. The sensual music and dancing are risqué as bodies float across the stage, touch each other erotically, and vanish in fiery explosions.

Alec and I couldn’t stop touching each other. The velvet and silk are so soft on top of his firm muscles. The show is hours of foreplay. Neither of us gets up when the show ends.

We’re tucked into a dark corner and Alec, eyes on fire, straddles me in my chair. He twists my hair around his fist and yanks my head back but doesn’t kiss me. I stretch, reaching for his lips, but he hovers out of reach.

“Do you know how many obscene things I could do to you right now?” His words wash over me, fogging my brain.

“As many things as you want,” I affirm, cupping his ass and kneading it.

“But we’re in Brooklyn, and you’re making me wait. You get off on torturing me.”

“An error in judgment,” I agree. “I should have insisted they move it to Manhattan for you.”

“Viking, this is not the time to joke with me.” Alec tugs harder on my hair. It sends bolts of lust from my head to my groin.

“Blow job in the bathroom?” I suggest.

“No. You brought me here, so we’re both waiting until we get home.” He growls.

Home. I love hearing that––a home with Alec. It’s too soon and he’ll probably shut me down if I suggest living together, but it’s there, almost within reach. I still need to explain my visa and the different steps I can take to become a citizen to stay with him.

“Your place or mine?” I wink to annoy him. He claims he winks ironically—not to be sexy.

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