UNBREAKABLE BOND novel Chapter 3

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Chris nodded, his eyes still riveted on Shane’s seat. His heart was pounding so hard, he thought he might probably be coming down with a heart condition. Chris couldn’t believe he’d actually seen Nicolas Lewis after all these years. He’d never connected that Shane Lewis was the same as Nicolas Lewis. He’d looked different…bigger than the last time he’d seen him, but there was no mistaking that face, those eyes…that had been his Nick. He would know that face anywhere.

“Chris?”

“Yes.” Chris’ voice was barely audible. “Yes, I knew him personally.”

“Okay,” Damon said, looking at Chris. “How long ago was that?”

Chris shrugged. “Fifteen years, four months, six days…and some hours,” Chris said quietly, making Damon whistle.

“You mean you’ve been keeping all this in your head?” Damon asked incredulously.

Chris gave a short bitter laugh, still not turning to look at Damon. “I calculated that during the meeting.”

“Thanks a bunch, dude. Instead of listening and contributing to what was being discussed, you chose to calculate the last time you saw some billionaire hunk.” Damon chuckled. “So tell me…what’s up with the two of you?”

“I’d never felt anything so exquisite in my life. When I came, he didn’t even get off my cock. He licked me clean. It was…” Chris shook his head slowly, obviously lost in pleasurable memories. “One moment, I was feeling an overwhelming pleasure and love for him, the next, I was feeling so disgusted. I couldn’t believe I’d actually allowed a guy to do that to me. It’s not like I had a girlfriend somewhere or had ever gotten intimate with a girl. I just felt that no matter how pleasurable what had happened was, it wasn’t right. I’d heard my dad say enough hate words about homosexuals to know I was probably going to burn in hell for what I’d allowed Nick to do to me. I panicked, Damon. I… Fuck!” Chris swore and banged his fist on the table so hard some papers flew onto the floor.

“What did you do, Chris?” Damon’s voice sounded strained even to his own ears. And when Chris finally turned his eyes onto Damon, there was so much self-loathing in his eyes Damon dreaded what Chris was about to say next.

“I beat him to a pulp!”

“Fuck!”