Chapter 28

He looked Charles in the eye. “You haven’t listened to me at all, have you?”

“Of course I have listened to you.”

Sebastian shook his head. “No. You have not.” He cocked his head and searched Charles face. “So, imagine for a moment that I said yes. That I would stay here. What would I stay as?”

Charles looked genuinely bewildered. “As my guest.”

“What? Forever? Just stay here, dig your garden, and let you fuck me? That’s it? Don’t you think that I might need more in my life than to serve you? Don’t you want more in your life than to watch me dig your garden and fuck me? Are you going to hide away here until you wither and die?”

Sebastian clamped his mouth shut. He hadn’t meant to say that.

Charles went a deathly shade of white and a muscle ticked along his cheek. “You have clearly not listened to a word that I have said either if you believe that.” His voice was cold. Clipped. His gaze shuttered.