Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Saboteur.
Whoosh!!!
A violent wind slammed against Daniel’s face just as he was enjoying the peaceful embrace of sleep. No disturbance, no worries, nothing—until his enemy decided he would never know peace.
Groaning, he rolled slightly on the soft mattress, trying to bat away the cold licking at his skin, but it clung stubbornly, refusing to leave.
It only got worse when sunlight pierced his eyes, dragging him into a daze.
Who was that demon this early in the morning?
Daniel muttered as he finally dragged himself out of bed—only to come face-to-face with Alexander.
"Awake now, sleeping beauty? I thought you were waiting for your prince charming to kiss you," Alex teased, mischief dancing in those eyes of his.
Daniel frowned. Seeing him this early in the morning—was that a bad sign?
"I don’t see a prince who interrupts their princess’s sleep," Daniel retorted, still furious that his rest had been stolen.
Alex only shrugged.
"Not on your wedding day, Aurora. Like seriously—who snores like pigs on their wedding day?" he mocked.
"You’re supposed to be preparing and doing the most stunning makeup, not laying on the bed like some log of wood."
Daniel shot up instantly, landing on his feet.
Did this man just call him a pig? And not just any pig—but that boring Disney princess, Aurora?
No offense to the Disney princesses, but Aurora? That girl didn’t do anything apart from sleeping all day—and that was supposed to be him?
"You will pay for this, Alex. You don’t talk to me that way and still expect to be my bodyguard," Daniel fired back, arms akimbo, ready to lunge at the man who seemed determined to drive him insane.
"That’s good," Alex said casually, "but save that energy for your man in bed. You don’t want to appear worn out and exhausted. Xyle would be angry." He winked, and Daniel felt shame slam into him like a shield.
His cheeks flushed red—so red they rivaled fresh tomatoes. How could Alex say that? Now he couldn’t even get the image out of his head.
Alex’s grin widened, his face turning even more mischievous as he stepped closer.
"Thinking about climbing on the bed with him? Oh, don’t be shy. Rumor has it his dick performs better than most men—probably even more than Adrian’s." Alex whispered the shameless remark as if it were some grand secret.
More heat crept onto Daniel’s face. This devil deserved to be beaten for putting such vile thoughts in his head. And worse—now he was curious to know if it was true.
Clear your mind, Daniel. Don’t let this devil win.
"I’ve seen enough to last me a lifetime. They’re exaggerating. No one’s truly that massive," Daniel sneered. But just as he said it, Draven flashed into his mind.
That man. His dick was truly one of a kind—even better than Adrian’s.
How he wished he could see it again.
Alex noticed the shift and grinned from ear to ear.
"That’s my boy. I knew you were destined for great things. Now go to that wedding and seize the dick, because you’re not the only one eyeing it," Alex drawled rawly.
What!!!
Eying what? Who else dared to think about Xyle’s dick?
"Tell me it’s not that ginger called Nicole," Daniel pressed, his voice sharp.
Alexander nodded.
"Yep. The boss bitch herself. Fear her—she’s more venomous than you think, and her anger issues? Off the charts."
Daniel shrugged.
That was her problem. Let her anger issues find her a man—and let her stay out of someone else’s home.
But wait—why was an unmarried woman living in a man’s house? Wasn’t that a booming scandal? Surely someone like her wasn’t homeless. Why downgrade herself like that?
No self-respect at all. What a shame.
"So about the dick—no one gets to taste it if not me. Nicole, or whatever useless names she comes up with, can go fuck with the devil before I give a damn about her," Daniel hissed.
"I don’t deal with refuges." He deadpanned and began walking away from the bedside where Alex stood.
Alex’s jaw nearly dropped. Maybe he had underestimated just how poisonous Daniel’s tongue could be.
Daniel entered the bathroom, went to the sink, and began washing his face while Alex finally left him to his privacy.
Minutes later, Daniel was done freshening up. He decided to give his hair a new look—only to walk out and meet the last person he wanted to see.
Nicole.
She stood there, holding a white garment carefully packed into an untouched bag. She smiled so sweetly it was almost grotesque, like her teeth were glued in place by bubble gum.
Oh, Araina, what are you doing here? Stop with your fake-ass smile. I know the real you.
Daniel muttered to himself.
"Hi there, good morning. Hope you had a good sleep," Nicole greeted, still plastering on that fake sweetness.
"Of course. Why wouldn’t I? My sleep was beautiful—there’s nothing sweeter than getting married to your sweetheart." For a split second, Daniel swore her smile faltered, but the talented bitch quickly fixed her mask.
"Oh, congratulations. So happy for you. Guess not every slum boy gets the opportunity to land a good husband," Nicole said, her voice dipped in sarcasm though her lips never stopped smiling.
The remark cut deep. What did she mean, slum boy? Was it because of the horrendous clothes he wore when he first came here?
"Stop smiling, you smiling demon. Come to me when you manage to secure a good husband, and leave someone else’s house in your good-for-nothing life," Daniel clapped back, his words striking a nerve.
Nicole’s fake sweetness cracked, but she steadied herself.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night," she replied coolly, handing him the clothes.
"This will look gorgeous on a gay man like you. So happy to witness my first gay wedding," Nicole mocked.
Daniel took the garment with a sweet smile of his own.
"That’s kind of you, girl. And tagging me as gay? Please. This isn’t the ’90s where such cheap insults worked. Learn to control your mouth, or one day, it might get you killed," Daniel warned, his smile never fading.
"Lastly, I don’t go with any tags. I’m a man—and so is Xyle. Just because I chose to marry another man doesn’t make it different. The sooner you accept that, the easier it’ll be for you, cunt." Daniel thundered.
Then, still holding the clothes, he tossed them straight into the waste bin.
Nicole’s eyes widened in shock.
"What are you doing? That outfit was freaking expensive!" she screamed.
But Daniel was already grinning, lighter in hand. With no hesitation, he lit the fire and dropped it into the bin. Flames rose instantly.
"I won’t let you sabotage my wedding. Be on your way, bitch." Without another glance, he snatched his bathrobe, marched into the restroom, and slammed the door in Nicole’s face.