Chapter 240

"We're not done here. Come back to our room tonight," Cross whispered and calmly walked out of the office.

Andre cleared his throat, feeling the opposite of what Cross felt: stressed.

He didn't understand how Cross could be so calm after being caught by his sister making out with someone, a bodyguard.

"Welcome back, sis," Ande heard Cross casually saying to Florence outside the office.

"Damn it," he muttered as he looked down and saw his zipper open, he quickly zipped it up and straightened out his clothes.

He had dressed up in a rush the moment Florence walked in on them... the embarrassment of his life.

He heard Florence slowly walking back into the office and pushed his hand into his pocket to make the evidence of what he had been doing with Cross less visible. 

"Hi," Florence smiled as she walked in.

Andre cleared his throat, shuffling his feet on the floor, "Hi, Florence. I didn't know you were coming in tonight." He tries to sound as casual as possible. 

Florence chuckled, "I bet. If you knew, you'd probably have chosen a more secure place to fuck my brother." She winked at him.

Andre wanted the ground to swallow him up, "About that, I'm sorry, it was -"

"Sorry?" She raised her brow and sat on the edge if the table, "Oh, please, I's not of my business who you or Cross chose to love. Tell me, was it why you refused me? I mean, now I do feel stupid, like I was trying to steal my brother's boyfriend," she clicked her tongue and shook her head.

Andre was surprised by Florence's conclusion, "Um, I think you're misunderstanding." He said and walked over to stand by her side. 

Florence frowned, "Misunderstanding? What am I misunderstanding?" She questioned.

Andre sighed, "Um, about that... Cross isn't the reason why we didn't click, I mean, I don't even know. The thing is, we're not dating; what you saw was just... just that, nothing else." He explained. 

Florence was quiet for a while, biting his lower lip in contemplation.

She turned he face and stared at Andre, "Do you like my brother?" She asked.

Andre blinked, he wasn't sure how he ended up in this situation with Florence but here he was. He had thought she was here to simply talk about her business trip or some update about the resort, not about Cross and him.

"I suppose you do like him, I mean, your thing wouldn't get up if you weren't attracted or emotionally invested in someone. And, from what I saw, you two were about to defy each other... ohh, that was both hot and disgusting at the same time," She giggled.

"I mean, hot because of you, and super disgusting because of Cross. Eww, who wants to see their siblings in that situation?" She twisted her face in a disgusted manner.

Andre was slowly counting the seconds in his head, he needed this conversation to end.

"Um, all I'm saying is, Cross and I aren't an item," Andre stated again.

"I heard you the first time, Andre. My question is, do you like my brother? Do you have feelings for him? Do you want him for yourself?" She questioned him calmly. 

Andre closed his eyes and sighed. Cross's face appeared in his mind as he thought about Florence's question.

Just to himself... yes.

It was a yes to every question Florence had asked him. But, admitting it to Florence wasn't something he could do at the moment. 

Cross had surprisingly proved to be everything Andre couldn't resist. If only Andre would let go of his beliefs and let himself experience what it feels like to be with someone who gets you behind all your jokes and smiles. 

"I'll take that as a yes," Florence said and stood from the table.

Andre watched her as she stretched herself, yawning tiredly.

"It was a long flight, I think I should go to bed," She turned and walked toward the door.

Andre was glad that the interrogation session was over, he was about to lean off the table when Florence suddenly spun around.

"Oh! I almost forgot," She stood in front of the door and put her hand on her waist. 

Andre stared at her apprehensively, hoping this wasn't going to turn into another question-and-answer session. 

"Cross doesn't like people, I'm sure you've figured that out. When he does, he doesn't like easily, and it's not just anyone. You... Andre is special. Don't break his heart, you might just be what he needs to stay home. Goodnight, handsome," Florence said and walked out of the office, leaving Andre alone with his wild thoughts.

Andre raked his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it," he muttered, gently slapping his cheeks.

"What am I going to do with Cross now?" He spoke quietly.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards, imagining what he was doing with Cross some minutes ago. If Florence hadn't interrupted, he would have probably filled Cross up like he wanted.

"Fuck..." Andre murmured. 

Cross was something else, he had a way to get in his head even without being present.

Florence had asked Andre not to break Cross's heart so he wouldn't disappear again. But she didn't know that he had already made a deal with Cross. The deal was to sleep with Cross one time and after which he'd disappear for good.

Andre suddenly felt guilty, Florence had initially asked him to help her make his brother stay home, but there he was trying to make him leave for good.

He was confused as hell. 

What should he do? If he refused Cross, then Cross would resume pursuing him for a relationship, but if he had a thing for him, then Cross would be on his way to some unknown country, with some unknown people. 

That idea of Cross leaving stung Andre like a pin, he couldn't imagine going about his life knowing that Cross might just have fallen for someone... someone who would hold him through storms(laterally), tolerate his tantrums, understand his stupid humour.

That person wouldn't be Andre, and it did something to him when he thought of it that way.

Inhaling deeply, he stood and walked out of the office.

As he stood inside the elevator, his mind jumbled over two options: Ida's room or his?

Going to Ida's room will let Cross know that he was no longer interested in continuing what they were doing, which would definitely create friction between them, hurting Cross. He didn't want to hurt Cross.

Then, going back to his room would mean that he wanted to continue where they left off.

He didn't know which one to choose. None of them would yield a good result tonight.

But one thing he knew was that he wanted to hold Cross tonight, sex or no sex. Ida's room was rye last place he wanted to be that night, after what he'd done with Cross, it was now impossible for him to stay away for a long time.

He yearned to always hold that stubborn young man in his arms. He could do that, at least, until he was sure of what he wanted for himself.

He stood in front of his door and stared at the handle for a while before he raised his hand and twisted it, gently opening the door.

The room was dark, with only the bedside lamp gently flickering in the corner.

As he quietly closed the door, he frowned as he could not see anyone lying on the bed.

He wondered where Cross had gone, the room was too quiet to have someone in it.

He walked over to the dresser table and placed his hands on it, staring at his face in the mirror. 

"What am I even doing here?" He whispered, his confused face staring right back at him with the aid of the dim lighting.

"You came," Andre heard the quiet voice behind him before he felt the arms gently wrap around his waist from behind. 

Cross's warm body pressed gently against Andre's back, the sweet scent of his honey shower gel surrounding them in a cosy cocoon; he could feel Cross's naked chest behind him and the loose towel around his waist.

Andre straightened up, staring at Cross's face behind his shoulder through the mirror.

"Hey," Andre said, not knowing how to reply to Cross.

"I was almost getting jealous here," Cross said, sliding his hands up to Andre's chest, circling his nipples through his shirt. 

Andre clenched his fists, his eyes darkening as he stared at Cross through the mirror. 

"Why?" He questioned huskily, raising his hands to cover Cross's on his chest.

"I thought you were getting busy with my sister," Cross whispered against Andre's neck, purposely blowing a gentle breath over his exposed neck.

Andre raised a slight brow, "Is that really how you see me?" He questioned. 

He knew he should probably step away from Cross, put a distance between them, call it a night; not stare at Cross with lustful eyes through the mirror, silently telling him what he wanted from him. 

"I don't know how to see you anymore, Andre. I need you to give me a direction, tell me how to see you," Cross said, kissing the side of Andre's neck in a slow knee-weakening manner.

Andre's eyes fluttered close, the gentle pressure of Cross's warm lips on his neck was making him dizzy, tumbling just thoughts around his head and making Cross the only thing he could think of.

"I know what's on your mind, Andre..." Cross whispered, his hands sliding down Andre's stomach to his pants.

Eyes locked together on the mirror, Cross unzipped Andre's pants, "I can feel your hesitation, but allow me to persuade you, Papito..." Cross pushed Andre's pants down his ankles and slowly walked around to stand in front of Andre.

Cross's silver eyes locked onto Andre's darkening brown ones in the mirror, a shared reflection of unbridled desire. 

He cupped Andre's chin, leaning in close, a whisper of a promise escaping his lips. "I love how hard I make you," he breathed, pressing a sensual, teasing kiss against Andre's mouth.

Just as Andre leaned in to deepen the embrace, a hungry response on his tongue, Cross pulled back, a cruel, delicious denial. 

"I'll kiss you later," he purred, his voice a low thrum against Andre's ear. "Right now, I've got something much more interesting to do with my mouth." His index finger tapped Andre's cock, a precise, electrifying touch that sent a shiver through Andre's entire frame.

Andre swallowed hard, a guttural moan tearing from his throat, "You're driving me crazy, Cross." The words were ragged, breathy, his body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and desperation.

Cross's gaze remained unwavering, intensely focused on the mirror. "Keep your eyes on the mirror, Papito," he commanded, his voice a silken invitation.

"I'm about to persuade you into fucking me mercilessly; just watch me drive you crazy." With a slow, deliberate movement, Cross dragged the tip of his tongue across Andre's bottom lip, a taunting prelude to the exquisite torment he was about to unleash, before lowering himself to his knees directly in front of Andre.