Blair scoffed as he fixed his fedora hat. "Gloria will go batshit crazy if she sees you."
"You think so?" A crisp laugh came to him in return. The man's gentle tone drastically changed sinister as he added, "Too bad Jason died early, I almost snatched him from her. That fucking dirty bitch..."
He heaved a deep sigh, but then pulled a big smile on his face after he put on his clothes then he turned around to face Blair. "Okay. We're done now, right? I have a schedule for a C-section in the West Coast tomorrow early in the morning." He said, stretching his arms and yawning. "I guess I'll get some sleep first."
His hands landed on Blair's shoulders, slowly sliding down his broad chest moments before he snatched the old man's tie, forcing him to bend down. He inhaled a deep breath beside his ear, as if collecting Blair's masculine scent.
