Whatever It Takes by Barbara Elsborg

Author:Barbara Elsborg [Elsborg, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Gay / Lesbian / LGBT
ISBN: 9781712925249
Amazon: 1712925245
Goodreads: 49019230
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2019-11-28T23:00:00+00:00

Zain woke to a kiss and his eyes flew open. Roman leaned over him where he lay in the bed, at some point in the night they’d made it to somewhere comfortable. He was already dressed in his suit.

“I have to go. I’ll be back by two. Same rules as yesterday. Okay?”

“Yeah. Can you buy some more peanut butter?”

“I did notice you’d emptied one jar and started on another. At this rate there’ll be a national shortage. Panic buying at the supermarket. We’ll be rationed.”

Zain smiled. “Smooth not crunchy, please. And that same brand. It was delicious. I’ve only ever bought cheap stuff.”

When Roman drew back, Zain caught hold of his tie and pulled him down.

“I have to go.” Roman kissed him and tugged free.

A lump developed in Zain’s throat as Roman left. Maybe telling him all that was too much despite what Roman had said. Zain wasn’t a victim, he refused to accept that he was, but he’d painted himself that way.

He showered, dressed and made breakfast. As he sat watching the news on the TV, the intercom buzzed and made him jump. He switched off the TV. There was no requirement for him to even go and look who it was. No way would he open the door. No matter who was standing there.

When Zain saw the figure on the screen, his heart skipped several beats. Qash stood staring into the camera as if he could see Zain. He couldn’t. There was no way Qash knew he was here but he carried on staring, then gave a little smile and some fucking idiot let him into the building. Zain rushed around putting everything back in its place. He hastily washed his breakfast plate and cup and slid them back into the cupboard. The bed was made. But he took his towel, his toothbrush and his shaver to the space under the stairs and closed himself away. Please don’t let me have missed anything.

He was tempted to call Roman but when he thought through the consequences of that, he didn’t. Instead, he switched off his phone. He just had to hope—shit. There was a loud knock on the door of the flat. No way did Qash have a key but—oh fuck. The next sound was that of footsteps inside the flat and coming closer. Zain quickly slid across the bars that kept the section of stairs in place.

When he registered there were two voices, he realised Dima was with Qash. He heard them walking around and there was a lot of muttering before Dima said, “His sax isn’t here. You’re sure you heard him playing last night?”

“On roof.”

“So where’s the way to the roof?”

Zain was torn between not moving a muscle, and texting Roman. Not moving won. After several minutes, he heard tapping, then the unmistakable sound of the back of the closet swinging open.

“Fuck me,” Dima gasped. “What the hell is this?”

They walked over his head. Zain heard more exclamations and he guessed they’d gone onto the roof because he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

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