“Stop fucking my boyfriend” the words casually left his mouth, Aerion took a sip of his beer right after, as if he didn't just confessed he knew it.
Both men stared at each other for a moment, the older one was drinking his own beer, holding the tip close to his mouth.
They laughed.
“No, seriously, just stop.” Aerion said when the laughter died down. “You have a sexy wife, your secretary would open her legs for you anytime you want, if she hadn't already. I, for more surprising that it sounds, only have him.”
“Well, I haven't been fucking Mrs. Stokeworth.” Baelor confessed, abandoning his beer, the thing tasted so bad.
“Too old?”
Baelor shook his head. “It's not like that. She will get too attached. It's fun to watch her crush and daydreaming, but let’s leave it only to her imagination.”
“So…Duncan?”
“For starters, he's not really your boyfriend.” Baelor lifted a finger to shut Aerion before he could speak, but that didn't stop him anyway.
“Well, he will be soon.” Aerion was already gathering his things, to leave, obviously not intending to pay his part of the bill. “So, dear Uncle please, stop fooling around with him, if you don't want a scandal.”
Aerion tapped Baelor on the shoulder twice, gathered his bag and left.
If anyone noticed well, they could hear Aerion was speaking, but Baelor just heard chirp chirp chirp.
