Chapter 89

89 The Burning Desire

There was only one presidential suite at the highest floor, and hotel guests were not allowed to access the suite floor without swiping the suite card against the card reader in the elevator. The suite itself had a lavish living room that separated the two bedrooms at each end.

As soon as Lucien entered the suite, he marched into one of the bedrooms, slammed the door shut behind him, and locked himself inside the bedroom. Landon was close to turning rabid.

‘Lucien, are you crazy? You are finally staying with Ronan in a lavish hotel suite and you plan to lock yourself inside this bedroom until morning?’

‘Yes,’ Lucien answered curtly.

‘I can’t believe it. Let’s go out, I want to hunt.’

‘I will not allow you to. Who knows what or who you want to hunt.’

Landon giggled like a madman.

‘Are you afraid that I will rip your ex-boyfriend to pieces?’

‘Landon, you...’

.....

Lucien growled into a pillow in frustration. ‘Don’t you feel bad at all? He was not raping me. I consented to the consummation.’

‘I don’t,’ Landon answered smoothly. ‘If you want to have sex, get out of this bedroom and drag Ronan into your bed. Or his bed. Whichever works.’

‘Are you crazy? I cannot do that to Kinnon!’

‘Don’t tell me you are still hoping to get back with him? I swear I am going to kill him the next time he dares to lay his hand on you.’

Lucien rolled onto his back and sighed. How could he make Landon understand?

‘Even if we are not getting married anymore, it is completely disrespectful to have sex with Ronan before we officially end our relations, don’t you think?’

‘As far as I am concerned, it ended the night I almost killed him.’

Practically yes. But not on paper.

‘I already said that I am not going to marry him anymore. Will you please just spare him? Or anyone who is not Ronan?’

Landon growled in displeasure. ‘You are making things way too complicated, Lucien. Just give in to your instincts and heart. I know you love him too.’

That was exactly why he had to lock himself up inside the room. He could not just give in to what he truly wanted, or else it would be a disaster. Lucien noticed that his self-restraint declined by leaps and bounds as soon as Landon came back.

His desire for Ronan threatened to engulf his sanity, his peace of mind. If the hospital bed did not break back then and no one interrupted them, he might have ended up having sex with Ronan without caring about the time, place, and occasion.

And then the fool just had to knock at the door and excite Landon.

“Lucien?”

The man pressed his face against a pillow as soon as he heard his name. Forget it. He was not going to answer. He should just go to sleep.

“Lucien, if you don’t answer then I assume that you have escaped through the window again.”

Lucien turned his head to look at the window wall in his bedroom. What was with hotels and their fascination for window walls?

Lucien dragged himself off the bed with the blanket wrapped around him like an overlarge cloak. He opened the door and gave Ronan a peeved look. Then he stepped aside and pointed at the intact window wall in his bedroom.

“See? Not a crack. I have not transformed too.”

Did he look that weak? Landon was powerful but it did not mean that he could push Lucien around if the latter was not in a weak state.

Ronan smirked. He grabbed Lucien’s wrist and pulled him outside. The blanket slid off his body within an instant.

“Hey! Where do you think you are taking me? Hey!”

“Stop causing a fuss. You are staying in a presidential suite and all you want to do is lock yourself up in the bedroom? Seriously, you are so boring, Lucien.”

Lucien pulled his wrist free from Ronan’s grip.

“If I am that boring then why are you constantly following me?”

“Because I love you, stupid.”

It’s that word again. Love.

Lucien sighed in his heart.

If it were seven years ago, he would delightfully reply with an “I love you too”. It was unfortunately no longer possible right now.

“Ronan, I...”

“I don’t want to hear your rejection,” Ronan quickly interrupted Lucien. “I am going to pester you until you are ready. Until then, feel free to not say anything.”

Ronan turned around and grabbed the room service menu booklet from a tea table.

“What do you want to eat for dinner? Or should we go down to a restaurant?”

Landon was literally howling.

‘I want to go out. Lucien, please. I will behave. I will even let Kinnon live as long as we get to eat dinner with Ronan.’

‘Do you promise?’

‘Yes yes yes.’

Extracting a promise from Landon had never been that easy. He must be quite desperate. Oh well. They had not been around much, indeed. Only the hospital and the pack house. And now the hotel. It was good to wander around with Landon for a little bit and breathe in some fresh night air.

“I would rather eat downstairs. Can we also take a walk after dinner?”

That was quite surprising, but Ronan had absolutely no objection. He clapped the booklet shut and laid it back on the tea table.

“Wonderful. Let’s go to the restaurant then. We have three restaurants in the hotel. What are you in the mood for? Western or eastern cuisines?”

“I just want some pancakes.”

“...”

Ronan shook his head in disbelief. What was with Lucien and his sweet tooth? Also, they were going to eat at a fancy restaurant and he only wanted pancakes.

“You are not getting any pancakes unless it is for dessert. Come, let’s have some grilled seafood then.”

“Okay.”

The two men took the elevator down and headed toward the seafood restaurant. There was already a line of guests waiting to be seated. At the back of the line was a familiar man with black eyes and dark brown hair. It was none other than Kinnon Youngshaper.