Page 61 of Boss of Attraction
Sean
The Acosta trialconsumed a majority of my time during the week. As much as I wanted to see Declan, I still needed the time to come to terms with everything that had happened when he’d come over on Monday.
I could not deny I’d enjoyed the sex. I could still remember how good it felt to be buried in his ass and the way his face looked when he came. But I was still trying to wrap my head around the idea that the first person I’d been intimate with in over five years was a man. And it was a guy who had previously hooked up with my son.
Although I’d been dismissive of Declan’s revelation when he first told me, I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it now that I’d given it more thought. When Morgan had mentioned I should sign up for The Click, I’d thought the idea of being on the same dating app as my kid was weird, but that didn’t even come close to sleeping with the same person as Ryan had. The more I thought about it, the more concerned I became.
Declan had been adamant it had only been a random hook up and nothing more. But what if Ryan felt differently? It was something I needed to clarify with my son, yet I wasn’t looking forward to having the conversation. Would I be able to give up whatever I had going on with Declan if Ryan had an issue with it?
Since the week was over and the case was in the hands of the jury, I wouldn’t be able to avoid dealing with everything in my private life much longer.
As I pulled into the parking garage of my condo, my stomach dropped when I saw Ryan’s gray Mercedes coupe. Instantly, I felt like an asshole for having a negative reaction to my son being at my place. It wasn’t his fault I was twisted up in knots about recent developments.
Grabbing my briefcase, I made my way toward the elevator. The doors closed behind me, and while it ascended to the twenty-fourth floor, I attempted to figure out how I was going to approach the impending conversation with my son.
When the doors slid open, I took a deep breath and walked toward my front door and entered the code on the keypad. My mind was so focused on talking to him, it took a second for my brain to register what was happening in my living room.
Ryan was sitting on my white leather couch, while Jasper was kneeling on a throw pillow between his splayed legs. I spun around and bumped into the console table with my hip, causing it to slam into the wall.
“Fuck!” I rubbed the sore spot that was likely going to bruise.
“Holy shit!” Ryan shouted. “Aren’t you supposed to still be at work?”
Keeping my back to them, I responded, “I came straight home after court instead of going to the office.”
“Sean, I’m so sorry,” Jasper pleaded.
I heard what sounded like the rustling of clothes, which was confirmed when Ryan said, “You can turn around now.”
Slowly, I faced them again. Ryan was sitting on the couch while Jasper stood across from him and stared at the floor, refusing to look in my direction.
“That was completely unprofessional. I should go,” he stated.
“Can’t say I was expecting to walk in on that.” I waved my hand toward the couch. “But you don’t have to rush out of here.”
“I already finished cooking. I’ll make your plate and then be on my way.” He scurried over to the kitchen.
My gaze drifted over to Ryan, and I quirked an eyebrow.
“What?” He chuckled quietly. “Like I said, I wasn’t expecting you to come home this early.”
Glancing at Jasper, who had his back to us, I lowered my voice and said, “I’m going to change, and then we should probably chat after he leaves.”
“Am I in trouble?” he teased.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “I’ll be back.”
Tossing my suit jacket on the chair in my bedroom, I glanced at the boxes that I still needed to unpack. With any luck, I could finish everything over the weekend unless Declan came over again.
I changed into a black T-shirt and jeans before returning to Ryan, who was sitting at the kitchen island, whispering with Jasper. They stopped talking when they saw me, and I took a seat next to my son.
Jasper turned and opened the oven. “I made salmon tonight.” He placed a plate with the fish, brown rice, and asparagus in front of me, then grabbed some silverware and a napkin and set them beside the plate. “Would you like some wine as well?”
“That would be great,” I replied.
He uncorked a bottle of pinot noir and filled a glass.
“You’re not eating?” I asked Ryan.
