The Fae Lord's Fated Mate: Gay Mpreg Fantasy Romance by J.B. Black

Author:J.B. Black [Black, J.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-08T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Most people might have been happy to come home to a cooked meal waiting. To a clean apartment with their clothes washed and their bed made, but it had been over a year since Oliver lived with another person, and he couldn’t trust that Taron wouldn’t leave. If he came to rely on the dinners and the cleaning, the drummer would be floundering when the fae finally decided he wanted to go back to Faerie. Or worse — when some magic user with actual power and better connections showed the fae how much more he could have with someone else.

Just the thought made the man sick, so as he trudged up the stairs, he practiced the words in his mind. He had talked about it with Mrs. Tillman earlier that day. A job made sense. If Taron had a job, he would see how hard life could be on Earth, and he would make his decision to stay or go quicker. With a job, the fae could make friends and learn how to be self-sufficient. The heartbroken silver-haired fae tracked Oliver’s every move with his eyes when they were in the same room, and the weight of it inspired wants that would never amount to anything and more cold showers than the drummer cared to admit. He refused to be a rebound to some magnificent fae lady — and it would be so much easier to believe the other’s attention was merely friendly when Taron no longer centered his world about Oliver.

Before he could unlock the door, it opened and a beaming fae tugged him inside as he exclaimed, “I got a job!”

“A job?” Oliver repeated. His brows furrowed in confusion made all the worse as Taron manhandled him into the flat, taking off his jacket and commanding him to remove his boots before he pushed the drummer into a chair and set dinner before him. Some kind of chicken and rice with a variety of vegetables. “What job did you get?”

Smirking, the fae ran a hand through his hair and struck a pose. “A model.”

It was like someone pulled the rug out from under him. Oliver stared up in confusion. “A model?”

“Yes,” Taron affirmed, practically purring in delight. “I went to speak with Mrs. Asrat about her sons’ construction work, but she had her sister over, and her sister has a son who works as a fashion designer. They took pictures on their cell phones, and then he came over, and now, I’m going to be a model!”

Put together in that way, Oliver could see it happening with ease. Dany — Mrs. Asrat’s fashion designer nephew — worked for a larger designer, but he had a habit of trying to pick up men by complimenting them and suggesting they model for him. While Taron wasn’t his usual type, anyone who liked men would be mad not to see how gorgeous the fae was. He could easily fit on a billboard.

Biting his lip, Oliver ran his fingers along the edges of the table, resisting the urge to drum them.

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