He walked Silas past the receptionist, nodding slightly, “Hello, Brenda,” he said as they walked past.
He knocked and opened Cece’s office door and then turned to go, leaving Silas standing in the doorway desperate to keep the man close somehow.
“Will I see you again, Mustang?” he whispered.
Mustang walked to the office next door, smiled and tapped the name tag on it, “I’ll be around, Quattro, I’ll definitely be around,” he said and then he disappeared inside. When the door closed, Silas’s heart was pounding in his chest as he read the name:
Dr. Grainger Peele.
Brother of Cecilia Peele.
And the man who, Silas knew without a doubt, was not only his new obsession but his one true goal.
He would get better.
He had to. He had no choice now.
He’d met his future, he’d met his….reason.
Somehow, he would find a way to become a man worthy of one Grainger Peele.
The End
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Prologue
Grainger wasn’t sure how he kept the trembling out of his voice especially considering he was shaking like a leaf.
He closed his office door and leaned back against it, head tilted back, eyes closed.
Thank fucking god he was wearing a suit today. If he hadn’t been wearing the jacket, Quattro would’ve easily seen the erection that was tenting the front of his slacks. As it was, it’d been hard enough, pun intended, to hide it with the jacket not being buttoned. But, with a few discreet tugs on it with either hand as he moved, he somehow managed to keep it covered.
But what the fuck was he supposed to do about it now?
The damn thing was alive in his pants, his blood was still thrumming through his veins, as if it knew that Quattro was right next door. Hell, his dick was practically demanding that he go all ‘kool-aid man’ and bust through the fucking wall.
And his brain was almost on board with that idea too.
What the fuck was happening to him?
Grainger Peele never did anything reckless. He didn’t drink until he was of age, which was younger in London than here in the states but still. When all of his mates were off getting pissed when they were teens, he always made excuses and stayed home.
He never missed school unless he was truly ill.
He got straight A’s – always.
Graduated top of his class at Yale after he and his sister had moved to the states.
Worked very hard to minimize his accent, not because he was ashamed of it but because he didn’t want people to have different first-impressions of him simply because of the accent.
It still came out, occasionally, but only when he was stressed or a little buzzed.
He planned out everything in his life, including the fact that he planned to be happily married by thirty-five, a parent before forty.
He spent hours researching on the internet before he made any major purchase – be it a car, vacation property, his home, appliances, cell phone – it didn’t matter what it was, nothing was ever purchased on a whim.
But somehow the man he had just met in the parking, a man whose name he didn’t even fucking know yet, lot threw all of Grainger’s self-imposed rules out the fucking window.
Because he knew exactly what he was going to do – even though he knew it was wrong, that it was unethical, that it meant that he was losing his ever-living mind, he still knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
The phone on his desk buzzed and then Brenda’s voice came through, “Grainger?”
“Yes?”
“Robyn is here for her ten o’clock.”
Grainger glanced down sadly at his neglected hard dick.
“Send her in,” he said on a sigh.
He made his way around his desk, sat in his chair and had to physically push his dick down with a grimace in order to be able to slide his chair in and hide the damn thing under the desk.
Then he pasted on his best, most proper smile and watched as Robyn opened the door and made her way to the couch.
“Hey, doc,” she mumbled as she collapsed down onto it.
“Hi, yourself. You seem rather melancholy today. How are you doing?”
She studied her fingernails as she shrugged, “Eh. So-so, I guess. Had a rough couple of days.”
“Oh? How so?”
They talked for their scheduled thirty minutes and Grainger focused on her, he really did – even if he did have one ear peeled, listening for his sister’s office door to open.
When their time was done, his dick, thankfully, had finally given up its fight and deflated enough that he felt comfortable enough to walk Robyn to the door.
He stepped out into the shared waiting room and frowned when he saw his sister’s door still closed.
“Is that still the same appointment?” he said to Brenda.
She nodded, “She always schedules a cushion when she sees him, just in case he needs more time.”
“Oh,” he whispered as he frowned at the door.
Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to walk in there, pull Quattro into his arms and whisper in his ear that everything was going to be alright.
He didn’t even know the man, didn’t know why he was seeing his sister but none of that seemed to matter to his brain.
All he seemed to want to do was hold the man in his arms and protective him.
He slid his fingers through his thick black hair.
“I, um, I need a few minutes with her when she’s done.”
“Oh, uh, sure. Do you want me to buzz you?”
Grainger glanced at his own office. He should go back inside. He should close the door. He should eliminate any temptation he had when it came to the man inside.
Instead he found himself dropping into the nearest chair that faced Cece’s office door as he mumbled, “I’ll wait here.”
He could feel Brenda’s eyes on him as she frowned.
He knew how out of character this was for him.
But he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
He picked up a magazine and began thumbing through it, never paying attention to anything inside, he was just busying himself as he waited for…..
The voices on the other side of the door grew louder as they approached. Cece was saying something to Quattro that made him smile so sweetly as she ushered him out.
“Thursday?” she said.
He nodded, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Here?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
Quattro tensed up, “Oh, I’m not sure if I’m ready,” he froze as he glanced around and his eyes met Grainger’s, “Um, on second thought, maybe I can do this. Here. Yes, here,” he said as his eyes stayed locked on Grainger.
Grainger dipped his head in a slight nod, letting Quattro know that he was glad he was coming here.
With what almost looked like a physical pain, Quattro tore his eyes away from Grainger and looked at his sister, “See you Thursday,” he said and then he turned, and with one final quick glance, he fled out the door.
Grainger watched every step the man took until he couldn’t see him anymore.
When his eyes finally made their way back to his sister, her arms were crossed and she was frowning with one eyebrow up. That was never a good sign.
He pushed to his feet, “A moment please?”
She stepped back and let him inside.
He fell into the chair on the other side of her desk with a thump and a sigh.
“What has gotten into you? Are you ill?”
“I think I might be, especially after you hear my request.”
“Request? Well, out with it, twit.”
He smiled at her slip. Her accent was mostly gone too, except when she was angry.
“Tell me his name.”
“Are you bloody crazy?”
He leaned forward onto his knees and gripped his head
in his hands. “I think maybe I am, but sis?” he whispered as he glanced up at her, “I’m going to marry that man. How can I do that if I don’t even know his name?
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