Clement smiled thinking about his mate, his soft skin under his finger tips, his tangy arousal that was in the air, no matter what Levi said, Clement could tell the man still had feelings for him. All he had to do now was win him back. And he was planning to.
"Where were you? We are late already, let's go" Clement heard the moment he opened the door to his hotel room. Byron was impatiently tapping his feet on the tiled floor, the man dressed to kill in all black, his black hair neatly combed to the side. No matter what he tried, Byron still looked like a nerd. A sexy need at that.
"What the hell, I'm not going anywhere with you. I came here to relax, and last night was a mistake. Not going to happen again. I need to win my mate back, not lose him." Clement answered passing his glaring
