"Why, Elijah, why? I just don't understand."
Alexei had his arms wrapped around Elijah, preventing the exorcist from leaving his lap.
Refreshments were placed on the table, along with a steaming cup of coffee.
"You don't have to understand."
Such a cold answer made the young master snort.
He really didn't want Elijah to meet Aaron, that mistress.
It was also due to his displeasure that he dragged Elijah back to his home, where they could be alone.
Most importantly, Sonya wasn't there to steal his Solnyshko away.
"Can't you not go? We can stay here or laze in bed?"
While saying the last sentence, his hands were already slithering inside Elijah's shirt.
Despite not saying it, his intentions were very loud.
Elijah tilted his head, looking at the drooping eyelashes, and nearly gave in.
"He said he wouldn't bother me after that. You can wait for me at the resort as well. Then, we can do what you want."
Those words were tempting enough.
