HIDE

EPISODE 31 - A BIT OF HIS PAST.

“I need to talk to you.” Brandon had said with the least smile on his face.

A deep wrinkle appeared between Wilson’s brows at the interruption. He looked at Brandon’s hand for a moment before looking back at Brandon’s face.

At last, he got to his feet, and Brandon quickly turned and headed out of the room before Wilson could lay a hand on his nape. Brandon led him to the library, shut the door and turned to him. “Jacob implied that you aren’t actually estranged from your family and that the incident that happened was staged.”

Wilson’s face remained impassive. “And? Whatever makes you think I owe you an explanation?”

Brandon glared at him. “You’re the one who dragged me here to pretend to be your boyfriend,” he hissed out. “But when Jacob just told me that, I had no idea what to say! Now he probably thinks I’m an i***t who has no clue about his own boyfriend’s family.”

The asshole shrugged. “I see no issue. That’s not something I would tell you even if our relationship were real.”

“Right. Because you have no idea how relationships work.”

Wilson stepped closer, laid his fingers on Brandon’s chin, and tipped his face up. Was that amusement in his eyes? “I think you’re forgetting something,” he said, his voice quiet. “We aren’t pretending to be in a serious relationship. We aren’t pretending to trust each other. I brought you here to make Aldo think I’m like him. That’s all. You aren’t my wife. Or husband. No one needs to know my full life story to suck my cock.”

Kneel, the word echoed in Brandon’s mind.

Brandon moistened his dry lips with his tongue, his heart beating fast against his ribs and his c**k so hard he wanted to scream. “I know. But Jacob has gotten it into his head that we’re…”

“That we’re what?” Wilson said, his gaze dropping to Brandon’s mouth for a moment before looking back into Brandon’s eyes.

Brandon felt his face become warm. “That we are in love,” he forced out, feeling painfully awkward.

“In love,” Wilson repeated as if the words were in an alien language.

Scoffing, Brandon rolled his eyes. “Yes, sometimes people f**k because they love each other. A bizarre concept for you, I know.”

“And whatever gave him that idea?”

Brandon shot him an unbelievable look. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that you spent all afternoon yesterday keeping me in your lap and kissing me?”

“Need I remind you that it was your idea?”

“It doesn’t matter whose idea it was—that’s the impression kissing me for hours gave.”

Wilson’s eyes dropped to Brandon’s lips again.

Brandon swallowed, actually feeling his pulse beat rapidly in his neck. f**k, he hoped he wouldn’t have to endure more of those horrible kisses. But they were alone. Ferrara wouldn’t kiss him here. He was safe. Totally safe. Nothing was going to happen here. He wouldn’t have to endure Wilson’s kisses.

Brandon cleared his throat. “So you’d better tell me,” he said. “Why did Jacob say that?”

Sighing, Wilson looked away and let go of Brandon’s chin.

Brandon could very much breathe again. The suffocating moment was over.

Wilson walked to the window and stared out of it, his hands in his pockets, his wide shoulders stiff. “Contrary to what people know, my father and I are really at war. He hates presenting the family as weak and divided. That is why he was against me leaving for America, but, he couldn't change my mind once I made the decision. So, I left, and he spread the rumour that I had been sent to handle a growing business of ours, which was totally false.”

“To protect you?” Brandon said.

Brandon gave him an amused look. “My father doesn't give two-f***s about me and has never cared. It was just for the prestige of the useless image he is trying to protect. In truth, the rumours are true. I am really estranged from my family.” 

“I am sorry about that," Brandon apologized, immediately feeling sorry for bringing up a bitter conversation. He wished he hadn't pushed Wilson for answers.

Wilson shrugged. “I survived. Didn't I? Jacob's father, Ford, was an old friend of my father, and my father asked him to make what happened to me look fake. It took a while for people to actually know the truth of how I almost lost my life.”

“That is terrible. What truly---"

“Enough, Brandon. I don't want to talk about it. Just know that I have seen my fair share of ugly and learned how to survive the bitter way.”

Brandon frowned, but, quickly covered it up with a smile. It would be foolish and inconsiderate to push further. Whenever Wilson was ready, he will talk. That was if Brandon was still around for that to happen.