Chapter 113

Dane stopped walking and turned around. Ah, Greyson felt as if he had been doused with cold water. This was because Dane's face was already full of 'annoying.' If he pressed further here, he would only get angry. Greyson had no choice but to hesitate and retreat at the clearly visible outcome.

"No, I mean... I was just curious."

When he asked in a deflated voice, Dane answered indifferently.

"It just happened somehow."

It was exactly the answer he had expected. Of course, it wasn't the answer Greyson had hoped for. Dane, who had turned around again and started walking, turned back once more when he noticed no footsteps following him. Greyson was still standing in the same spot without moving. Dane looked at him with a furrowed brow. As if to say, what are you doing standing there?

Greyson opened his mouth and then closed it again. As if he couldn't distinguish whether it was okay to say these words or not, he repeated the same action several times. Dane silently stood there watching. As if he was willing to wait until Greyson spoke. Encouraged by that silence, Greyson spoke up.

"Did you sleep with Yeonwoo?"

"What?"

Dane immediately frowned and asked back. Greyson quickly continued.

"I'm asking if you slept with him. That's it, right? Right?"

"...Huh."

Dane exhaled a short breath. After waiting so patiently, all he had to say was that? His face clearly showed how pathetic he thought it was, and Greyson bit his lip and released it. His red lips, wet with saliva, suddenly captured Dane's attention.

"You might think it doesn't matter because it's in the past, but it bothers me."

Wasn't this the kind of whining a teenager would do? Even while thinking that this was unfamiliar and inappropriate for himself, Greyson couldn't stop.

"Yeonwoo is your type, right? You like that small, slender build that fits perfectly in your arms. Yeonwoo fits that exactly. There's no way nothing happened. You sleep with just about anyone."

What the fuck?

Dane's eyebrow twitched. This guy who slept with staff members in rotation as soon as he got a job at the fire station, what is he babbling to me now? It was absurd, but incredibly, Greyson raised his voice instead.

"You're too promiscuous!"

At the absurd accusation, Dane was so dumbfounded that he was at a loss for words. Of course, he had no intention of denying it, but did that mean Greyson Miller had the right to say such things to him? His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fist, which had been hanging down, but Greyson continued to pour out words regardless.

"Even after agreeing to date me, you tried to have one-night stands at clubs. You can't live without sex, so would you have left Yeonwoo alone? I've seen with my own eyes how much you fool around..."

Even while knowing that there's nothing more unsightly than a jealous man, even while seeing Dane walking toward him with a fierce face, he couldn't stop.

Dane, who had come right up to his face, reached out his hand. Greyson closed his eyes at the fist flying toward him. But even though he had prepared himself, he instinctively turned his head when.

"...?"

Suddenly, an unexpected situation unfolded. Dane grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in without warning. Before he could even think about what was happening, something touched his lips first.

At the unexpected soft sensation, Greyson opened his eyes in surprise. Dane was kissing him.

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Greyson froze completely with his eyes wide open. What? What is happening right now?

While he was frozen, unable to do anything, Dane pressed his lips, forcibly parting them, and pushed his tongue in. The thick flesh stirred inside wildly. Saliva mixed and their entangled tongues slid. Greyson belatedly closed his eyes and hugged Dane's waist, pulling him closer.

Surprisingly, Dane just let him do it. Even when he groped his buttocks, he didn't push Greyson away. Rather, as if it didn't matter, he sucked on his lips, licked his teeth, and caressed his palate with his tongue.

Greyson felt dizzy, as if fireworks were going off in his head. He could feel Virginia rising firmly. Just as he was imagining knocking Dane down on the hood of the car and pushing his genitals in.

Haaa...

Dane separated his lips, breathing as heavily as Greyson. Both of their faces, looking at each other, were flushed red.

"Satisfied?"

Dane said as he pushed him away. To Greyson, who had awkwardly backed away, he wiped his lips with his arm and chided.

"Don't be needlessly jealous, idiot."

"...Yes."

Greyson, still with a dazed face, obediently nodded. Dane looked at him and continued.

"I just took care of him briefly because Joshua asked. Nothing like what you're thinking happened."

Greyson's eyes gradually widened. Who is Josh, could it be the Joshua Bailey he knew, how did Josh end up asking you to take care of Yeonwoo, does that mean you lived together?

There were many questions, but they all disappeared like dust in the face of one fact.

My God, he's explaining to me.

That wasn't the end. Dane added, as if to confirm again.

"Yeonwoo just breathed there, understand?"

He asked irritably, pushing Greyson's chest with his second finger. Greyson, still with wide eyes, looked at Dane and answered.

"...Yes."

Having obtained the answer he wanted, Dane finally relaxed his expression, then turned around and flicked his finger. As if to say, don't waste time and come quickly.

Greyson, who had been standing blankly, finally chased after him with a brightened face. When Dane glanced back, he saw Greyson following with a grin, as if something was making him so happy. Turning his gaze forward again, he couldn't help but smile. Thinking, he's a bit cute.

Of course, that thought didn't last long.

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"Take care, Dane. Good work today too."

At Ezra's greeting, Dane waved his hand lightly and got into the car. Today was Greyson's day off. He was briefly curious about why he hadn't matched his day off with Dane's for once, but soon thought it didn't matter anyway. Wasn't it a rare freedom? He peacefully finished his day and headed home. After sending Greyson a single dot. Of course, he didn't bother to read Greyson's messages piled up above it.

♬♬♪♬♩♪...

He hesitated when he realized he was unconsciously whistling, but soon understood. Getting off work is always a joy. The whistling he started again didn't stop until the mansion came into view.

Everything was the same as usual until he opened the front door and went inside. The particularly quiet feeling was probably because Greyson, who usually clung to him while chattering away, wasn't there.

Is he sleeping?

Dane thought as he bounded up the stairs, taking two or three at a time, and quickly reached the upper floor. The employees would all have gone home by this time. As he had naturally come to know, the employees who managed this mansion visited two or three times a week to prepare food and clean, then disappeared like the tide. Since they appeared after Dane left for work and disappeared before he returned, he rarely encountered them. Therefore, it was only natural that it was so quiet now.

But.

...It's too quiet.

Dane suddenly wondered and stopped walking. All the surrounding noise had suddenly disappeared. It was strange to be this quiet. Didn't it seem like there was no one in the mansion? Dane, who had been thinking that the bastard had a day off, soon recalled.

Did he go out somewhere?

If so, then the quietness made sense. Listening to his own footsteps echoing desolately, Dane moved on. Somehow, he felt strange. It must be because it was his first time being alone in such a large house. He found a reason that made sense to himself. The unfamiliar quietness he hadn't felt in his modest and comfortable home was probably because of that.

There couldn't be any other reason...

It was when he was thinking this and opened the door to his room. Suddenly, the indoor lights flashed on, and Dane, startled, stopped in his tracks.

"What is this?"