Morning After
By the time Aldrick managed to slip out of bed, it was already past eight.
He padded across the cold marble floor, ignoring the slight stiffness in his muscles from sleeping tensely all night. His navy-blue hair was messy, and he didn’t care. All he wanted was coffee strong enough to erase the memory of Lucien’s arm around him.
The dining room was already set when he arrived. Mateo and Devano were seated on one side of the long table, while on the opposite side sat Lucien, Noah, and Elijah. The air was thick — as if everyone in the room was waiting for something.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
Good morning, tesoro. *Greeted smoothly, eyes trailing over Aldrick’s slim figure in the silk robe the maids had provided. His tone was calm, but there was that same dangerous glint in his eyes*
Lucien Varelli(ML)
*Ignore him and sat beside Mateo* “Black coffee. No sugar *Told at the maid*
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
Already prepared for you *Said before she could move. He nodded at the cup in front of Aldrick* I know how you take it.
Aldrick’s hand froze for half a second before picking up the cup. He didn’t thank him.
Devano(MC Friend)
*Leaned closer, whispering just enough for Aldrick to hear* Are you okay?
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Before Aldrick could answer, Lucien’s voice cut in, sharp and possessive* He’s more than okay.
Noah(ML Friend)
*Smirked* You two look… domestic already
Mateo shot him a glare, but Lucien seemed to enjoy the tension. He leaned back in his chair, watching Aldrick sip his coffee with infuriating calm.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
You’ll be coming with me today *Casually, as if it were a fact* We have a meeting at the Varelli headquarters. As my husband, you’ll be introduced to my men.
Lucien Varelli(ML)
*Set his cup down deliberately* And if I have my own business to attend to?
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Smirk widened* Then I’ll move your meetings tomorrow. You belong to my schedule now.
Mateo’s eyes darted to Aldrick, knowing that tone was a provocation. Devano’s jaw tightened.
Aldrick’s blue eyes locked onto Lucien’s dark ones. The air between them shifted, sharp like glass.
Lucien Varelli(ML)
I am not a piece in your chess game, Lucien.
Aldrick Samuel(MC)
*Leaned forward, voice low but lethal* No, Aldrick… you’re the king. And I’m the only one allowed to protect — or capture — you.
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