“Who is Drago?”
Ah, shit. “Remember I told you there are things we need to talk about? Josie nodded. “He’s one of them. While you finish putting your things away, I’ll go start breakfast. After we eat, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Sounds good. I need to call my mom at some point. I have no doubt Presley has been blowing up my phone.”
“Go ahead and call her if you want. You can get that out of the way so after breakfast we can focus on us.”
Josie gave him a wobbly salute. “Aye, aye, captain.”
“That reminds me. I can’t wait to see you in your sailor dress. Paired with those shiny, red shoes?” Kai pushed down on his dick. It was getting hard thinking about Josie spread out in the bed in nothing but those heels.
“Out. Now.” She pointed toward the kitchen. “Coffee and food and talking first. I’ll put my heels on after.”
Damn. She really could hear all his thoughts. He took the three steps needed to be in her space and bent her backwards over the counter, kissing her hard but quick. Anything longer and he wouldn’t be able to walk away. “Twenty minutes, Sunshine. Any more, and I’m coming to find you.”
Drago tipped the delivery boy, then took the food to the kitchen and separated everything onto two plates. The coffee was already perked, so now all he needed was his… Hagen had become more than Drago’s employee. He was a houseguest, roommate, confidante, and dare he say, a friend. Those were hard to come by in Drago’s world. Ones he trusted, anyway. And he did trust the young human. Drago had trusted Arden. He had been pissed at the male for weeks at allowing himself to be caught, but he had been outnumbered. Even Drago wasn’t strong enough to take on more than one Goyle and come out the other side unscathed.
Drago went to Hagen’s room and knocked. He didn’t receive an answer, so he pushed open the door. The young man had his face buried in his pillow, snoring softly. Drago almost left him to sleep, but he wanted his company, so he shook his shoulder, allowing himself a brief moment to enjoy touching someone. Ever since Audrey was taken from him, Drago hadn’t thought about finding someone for sex. It was like his dick was broken. He hadn’t even jerked off in the months since her murder. He wasn’t touching Hagen sexually. Not really. But Drago had found something in the man comforting. He didn’t understand it. Not once in all the many years he’d been alive had Drago wanted the type of peace which came from being around Hagen.
Drago’s life had been one of following orders. First his father’s, then Alistair’s. He had been born to a family of unfeeling Goyles. Even his mother had been a hardass. Sometimes more so than her mate. The Costas family was known for being warriors. Following the rules of their King. Fighting for him without questioning his motives. Drago’s parents had both crossed over more than a century ago, leaving him to carry on the family legacy. It was the main reason he was so hellbent on taking over the throne from Rafael. To restore the honor the Stone Society has taken from the Greek King. There had never been room in his life for things like comfort and companionship, but with his mate dead, Drago could use someone in his life to help him rule. Hagen, who was now awake and staring at Drago, could be that person.
Drago removed his hand. “Breakfast is ready.” He didn’t wait to see if his… partner would follow. Drago knew he would because the male wanted to please Drago. After what he saw on the computer the night before, Hagen pleased him. Immensely.
Chapter Twelve
Josie sat on the side of the bed to call her mom. She should probably move to somewhere in the house that didn’t remind her of sex with Kai, but it was comforting. When she turned her phone on, a laugh escaped when she saw how many missed calls and texts she had. Before she could read the messages or listen to the voicemails, it rang, startling her. It was her dad. She couldn’t deal with a lecture without speaking to her mother first, so she declined the call. After reading the latest text from Presley first, she scrolled to the beginning. What started off as an irritated message progressed to nothing short of threatening. That might work in the courtroom, but Josie was done being Presley’s verbal punching bag. She ignored the voicemail from her sister and chose to listen to the one from her father. He said to take the day off and he hoped she was feeling better. Right. Josie wasn’t immune to his tactics either. Where Presley barreled over people, her father gave them lip service. To anyone else, Preston sounded sincere. Josie knew better. He was buttering her toast so when she took a big bite, it would go down easier.
Josie deleted all the messages then dialed her mom.
“Josie? Are you okay? Why weren’t you answering your phone? Do you need me to come over?” Josie knew her mom was truly worried. It was part of why Josie loved her so much.
“Good morning, and I’m feeling much better. A good night’s sleep was all I needed. I told you I was turning my phone off, and I’m glad I did, or the five hateful calls from Presley would have interrupted my sleep-in.”
“She didn’t take the news of you quitting well. Your father was mostly resigned, but I’m sure he’s going to try and talk you out of it by offering more money and your weekends free.”
“Mom! You weren’t supposed to tell them anything other than I needed a day off. Why would
