Page 19 of His Playmate
“You’re not a prisoner. You can leave when you need to, but you need to tell me where you’re going,” Wolf said.
Diego narrowed his eyes. “I don’t need to tell you that.”
“Yes, you do. You’re with me now. I own every part of you. That means you don’t hide things from me, pet.”
Wolf looked serious, and Diego wasn’t in the mood to fight him. “Fine,” he said, standing from the seat and walking to the door. “I need to see my men later. I have business to take care of.”
“While you’re at it, you should bring your belongings here too.”
“Can’t. My enemies torched my place. I lost everything after the cops busted me.”
“Then I will get you what you need.”
Diego turned to face Wolf. It wasn’t a surprise that Wolf wanted to provide for him, but Diego was capable of doing it for himself. “I can take care of myself,” he said before stepping out of the office.
Walking down the hall, Diego knew that he’d have to start from scratch. He’d made a lot of money on his own and with his gang long before he met Wolf. He could do that all over again.
Diego went straight to the bathroom to shower. When he finished, he stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist before he walked into the bedroom. The door opened, and Wolf stepped into the room.
Diego smirked and admired Wolf’s suit. He remembered how rough Wolf had been with him during sex, but he had liked it. He was starting to get into the mood again, knowing that having Wolf deep inside of him would take the edge off.
Diego stood and pulled the towel away from his body, using it to dry his hair. The towel hung down the middle of his chest, covering his semi-hard cock.
He turned around and wiped the remaining droplets off his chest, giving Wolf a view of his backside. Diego liked being a tease. He wanted to get a reaction out of Wolf.
After pulling on a pair of briefs, Diego turned to face Wolf. They were both quiet. He walked up to Wolf and stopped right before him. “Last time … it was only fucking, right?”
Wolf smirked. “That’s right.”
Diego glanced at Wolf’s lips before he looked into his eyes. “So we’re working together. We’re not exactly enemies. We can fuck with no strings attached.”
Wolf was his type, and Diego wanted to reap the benefits of their deal.
“Yes, we can, pet,” Wolf said, watching him.
Diego pressed his body to Wolf’s and gripped his hips. Their lips brushed. Wolf was about to kiss him when an alarm started blaring out front. Diego pulled away from Wolf. He went out to the balcony and peered down.
Levi stood at the front of the house, a small knife in his hand. There was a smug look on his face, and he pointed his middle finger at Diego.
Gripping the railing, Diego exhaled slowly. By the looks of it, Levi had popped his tires. He pulled away from the balcony and yanked his jeans on. He didn’t bother with a shirt and stormed out of the bedroom.
When Diego made it to the front of the mansion, Levi was still standing there, smirking at him. Diego grabbed Levi by the shirt and raised a fist at him.
Wolf grabbed Diego’s arm and yanked him back before he could hit Levi. Diego stepped back. Now Wolf stood between them. His tires were flattening, but the gunmetal grey mustang didn’t appear to have any scratches.
“Go to your room, Levi,” Wolf said.
Levi narrowed his eyes. He dropped the knife and turned, running out the gates. Rex had arrived at the mansion and stopped, watching as Levi ran off. He was out of sight in a matter of seconds. Rex looked at Wolf. “I’ll get him,” he said before getting into a Mercedes.
Diego yanked his arm out of Wolf’s grip. “Control your kid, Wolf.”
Wolf watched the Mercedes drive away. He then looked at Diego, his eyes hard. “You almost hit him.”
“He’s got it in forme.”
“And Itold youto let me handle him.”
Diego glared at Wolf. “You better do something about this because if you don’t, thenI willhurt him, and I don’t care if you punish me for it.” He turned and walked into the mansion.
