Justin peered toward the door to see Wulf standing there, his hands clasped in front of him as he stared at the television mounted on the wall. The guy didn’t seem bored, although he’d been standing there a good thirty minutes.
“Hey, Wulf,” Justin said as he struggled to sit up. It took him a few times, but he managed it. This was all he needed. Demetri was going to hit the roof when he found out what Justin and Caleb had done. The head of Nico Corporation wasn’t one to trifle with, although Caleb pushed his father’s patience to the limit. What Justin wanted to know was how Wulf had known they were at the asylum. When Caleb had carried him to the door, Wulf had been standing there silently, waiting.
“Where’s the boss?”
“Still with the doctors.” Wulf was a man of very few words. It had been like that since Justin started coming around the Frost Manor ten years ago. The words most people used in a sentence equaled what Wulf used in an entire year.
The door to his room opened, and in walked Demetri Frost, bringing with him an air of authority, dominance, and so much damn sex appeal that it hurt to look at the broad-shouldered man. The guy’s lustrous black hair reached past the collar of his tailored grey suit where the strands ended in slight waves around his upper arms. Today he had it pulled back into a ponytail. His amber eyes seemed to glow with concern. Justin wanted to reach up and slip his fingers through those silky strands.
Yes, Justin had the hots for his best friend’s father, and it didn’t matter to him that Demetri had to be in his late forties. The man still appeared capable and strong.
Caleb would strangle me if he knew. Or he would laugh his head off and tease me relentlessly. But since he doesn’t know I’m gay, I’ll never know his reaction.
He was plenty thankful that the sheet covered his lap. His growing erection would have been noticeable.
“How do you feel?” Demetri took a seat on the side of the bed and brushed his knuckles down Justin’s face. “Your skin has cooled down.”
The guy smelled so damn good. Earthy, masculine.
“Better,” Justin answered.
Since Justin could remember, Demetri had looked after him. It could be the fact that Justin had grown up in foster care. The guy more than likely looked at him as a charity case. But Justin had been around Caleb’s family for a decade. Even though Justin was now twenty and lived on his own, Demetri still paid Justin’s medical bills and invited him over for dinner.
Justin had never met a man with a bigger heart.
And I’ve been crushing on him since I hit puberty.
“It wasn’t Caleb’s fault,” Justin said in a rushed breath. “I agreed to go with him.”
Demetri didn’t say a word as he gently lifted Justin’s arm, turning it over to exam the cast. The man’s touch was electrifying, exhilarating, and hot where his fingers met Justin’s skin.
“Does this hurt?”
Justin shook his head. “I thought I’d sprained it when I fell. Guess I was wrong.”
He hated when he had to go to the hospital. Even though Demetri Frost was extremely wealthy, Justin always felt guilty when the guy paid his medical bills. He would say that Demetri was like a father to him, but Justin didn’t want to think of lusting after a father figure.
Gross.
“Aberdeen has arranged a room in Frost Manor for you,” Demetri said as he set Justin’s arm on the bed. “You’ll be staying with us until you heal.”
“But it’s just a broken wrist,” Justin said as he held up his arm. “I can manage at home with this.”
“The subject isn’t open for debate.” Demetri stood and a look passed between the man and Wulf.
“And my classes?” Justin asked.
Demetri turned his attention back to Justin. “I’ve arranged for your professors to send your work with Caleb. I’ve also spoken with the dean. He has no problem with you taking time off until you heal.”
That’s because you donate a sickening amount to the school. Caleb had told Justin that when they first started college. Every time Justin’s sickness reared its ugly head, he was excused from his classes. Demetri had set it up that way. But this was the first time Caleb’s father insisted that Justin stay with them.
“Really, Mr. Frost,” Justin said, pitching one last hope that he wouldn’t have to stay with Caleb. Not that he minded being at Frost Manor, but being around Demetri was a test of control. “I’m fine.”
“Bring the car around,” Demetri said to Wulf. The bodyguard left the room to do as he was told. Demetri wasn’t going to listen to a word Justin said. That pissed Justin off, but he wasn’t going to say anything since the man had done so much for him.
“Where’s Caleb?”
“I sent him home with Aberdeen.” Demetri waved a hand at Justin. “You can get dressed. You’ve been discharged.”