Devoted To The Billionaire Widower

Chapter 13. baby boy

"Good morning mister Callahan, "Bash greeted awkwardly, he stood rooted to the spot as Callahan greeted. It was unlike him not to make himself comfortable but the way Callahan glanced at him gave him the chills.

"Kitten why are just standing there huh? Come and have a seat, "Callahan gestured to the box chair opposite his.

Bash was was hesitant because the seats were rather too close to each other but neither the less he sat. He felt greatly uncomfortable because of what he was wearing, he didn't think the meeting was in Callahan's room. He had a see-through white polo on with black ripped jeans, he was not on the muscular side but his n*****s could be seen from the shirt.

"And hey, call me Callahan or Callay for short, "Callahan told, again with that creepy smile the got Bash cringing.

"Right...so what do you want from me Callay?"Bash went straight to the point, emphasizing on the ' Callay' he assumed Callahan wasn't aware that he was one of his followers on social media otherwise he would have known that whatever he was planning wasn't going to work.

It was no news to him that Callahan was a profound heartbreaker with a lot of men and women in the entertainment industry hating on each other because of him.

Callahan smiled, the boy was bold if not for his l**t, he would have thought him a lesson for speaking to him in that manner, "no need be defensive kitte~" he began but was cut off by Bash who stated, "I would rather you don't call me that, my name is Bash, not kitten."

"Hmmm a feisty one I see, "Callahan uttered and sips his drink.

Maintaining eye contact Bash affirmed, "look I know you like and want f**k me but let me give it to you straight, Mister, I AM NOT INTERESTED okay?"

Callahan chuckled, "is it that obvious how much I like you?" he rhetorical asked.

Bash scoffed and responded, "only a fool that wouldn't notice how you look at me."

Callahan raised an eyebrow at the boy's smartness, unconsciously his eyes swept the boy from chest to bottom and a wide grin spread across his face, damn the kitten looked so yummy.

He broke out of his fantasizing when he heard Bash click his tongue, "there it is again, that look! Am not a prey so stop looking at me like that, "he said.

Callahan whose eyes were in-between Bash's legs finally glanced up to him, never in his life had he felt this attracted to anyone, the kid was playing hard to get, a game he usually played. Somehow he didn't want to let him go like he was possessed, he mused, ' if I can't have you, nobody can.' "Yeah, yeah and you have eyes for only my brother right?"He muttered with a brow raised.

Bash's tensed shoulders released, at the least the man knew his place, " yeah, so why am I here?" he asked again.

"Because I want to help you get him, "Callahan muttered with his eyes focused on the mojito. If one looked closely they would notice his grip getting tighter, when Storm told him about the boy he cheated on Roseline with, he begged him to help him find the kid. At that time all he had was the camera footage of Bash serving drinks and an employee photo.

Maybe it was l**t at first sight because all he imagined was doing some sexually nasty things to the boy, he was glad his brother only saw Bash as an error so he guessed he wouldn't mind if he f****d the boy as well. Too bad fate had a way of ruining things for him because it seemed like the boy disappeared off the face of the earth.

Unamused, Bash deadpanned, "what do you mean by help me get him?"

Callahan sighed as he dropped his mojito on the table at his side, "look my brother is lonely and needs someone, it's been two years. Since his relationships with women isn't working I think he should date the opposite gender this time, he is bisexual after all, "he said.

Bash felt like jumping up, screaming or something but he couldn't, the smile on his face stretched to the point it hurt, suddenly he frowned, "but why me? I thought Storm hates me, " He said.

"Well he says you irritate him greatly, "Callahan told after which he slurps his drink, seeing Bash look away momentarily he smirks with the cup still in between his lips. "But that is where I come in, " he moves closer to Bash who wasn't comfortable with how close he was right now, boldly Callahan placed his hand on Bash's lap making him flinch and striking it off.

"Spitfire, you better get used to my touch because that's the only way to make my brother fall for you, "Callahan let out and laughed.

Bash was perplexed, ' what is the planning? ' he marveled but chose to play along, "how does letting you touch my knees help get your brother to fall for me?" he asked, his eyes squinted and his gaze stern.

Callahan took his time as he dropped his mojito, unconsciously or deliberately he circles the rim of the cup with his index finger, he said, "no one knows Storm as I do, my brother might claim to hate you but doesn't know he loves you deep down, "looking into Bash's beautiful honey brown eyes, Callahan couldn't help but want him all for himself, the boy is just too cute.

Bash scrunched up his face when the man before him suddenly became quiet as he looked at his face as if he was recording his facial features, "Callahan, "he called out and lifted a brow, "you were saying?"

Callahan hoisted his hand and stroked Bash's jawline, the boy who was not expecting that almost jumped off his seat thankfully his movement was enough to get Callahan's wondering hand to return to its spot on his laps, his mouth twitches at the rude rejection but he nevertheless commented, "do you know how beautiful you are?"

Bash poked the inner walls of his mouth with his tongue vexed that the man was deviating from the reason why he is still seated, "men are not beautiful, and I would love if you could keep your hands to yourself, just get to the point, "he said.