(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses-Chapter 62: His dr7g ¯(◉‿◉)/¯

Hiroshi stared at the screen in stunned silence. Haruki had seen his message the instant it was sent and replied just as fast. Just four words—but somehow, it felt like everything. Like the entire world had tilted in his favor.

"You’re smiling again," came the voice of his younger colleague, laced with curiosity. "Who’s making you so happy these days?" The young man’s tone was light, but his eyes were gleaming with the need for gossip.

"If you’ve got time to hover, why not go have lunch instead of clinging to me like a leech?" Hiroshi replied coolly. But the smile he tried so hard to suppress only widened, undermining his cold tone and making it sound more like a reluctant invitation.

"My sister-in-law must be gorgeous then," the colleague quipped, clearly pushing his luck before he made a hasty retreat, no doubt sensing the impending storm.

Yes, he’s beautiful—almost too perfect to be real. But referring to Haruki as his sister-in-law? That crossed a line. The gender was different. Hiroshi sighed, watching the younger colleague disappear down the hall. At least the kid had the sense to realize he’d gone too far.

He couldn’t wait for the day to end. Haruki had agreed—granted him the dinner he’d requested for. His heart raced at the thought. There was so much he wanted to do with Haruki... and to him. But most of them have to take a backseat. He needed to hold back. Pushing too far might break the fragile thread tying them together.

He reminded himself—emotions were dangerous. Haruki had boundaries, and crossing them could ruin everything. So Hiroshi tried to focus on the physical. The hunger. The need to hold him, to feel his warmth, to kiss those lips, to...

"Doctor Yamamoto." The soft, almost melodic voice cut through his thoughts, dragging him back to reality.

It had sounded distant, but when he turned, she was already beside him—startlingly close. "Oh—yes," he answered, recovering quickly.

"The Director would like to see you. He said it’s urgent," she informed him firmly as though carrying the very same tone he imagined his father might have said it.

Seeing her leave without waiting for his response, he looked down at his wristwatch; he was only twenty minutes away from the end of his day’s work. He decided to see his father and directly clock out after returning to his office.

He wrapped up his work affairs for the day and left for his father’s office. He knocked and was invited in almost immediately. "You made me wait for you; what if I was dying?" his father asked, his expression serious but a hint of joke in his tone.

"While surrounded by the best doctors in the country? I don’t think so," Hiroshi did not refrain from joking around with his dad before asking seriously, "How are you feeling?"

"Ah . . . I am doing well these days. I’m even happier hearing that my son found love." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Hiroshi had suspected that his father must have gotten news from a staff in the hospital. "She is just a friend, we get along well but I do not love her," Hiroshi told his father directly. "And it is best you avoid listening to gossip."

"I don’t consider it gossip if I am hearing about the wellbeing of my son," the man replied showing a small smile of satisfaction. "I am glad you’ve made a new friend; I hope the friendship lasts, and maybe love will grow from it."

They must have told his father there was a lady who had come quite a few times to visit him at the hospital, and he could understand why his father was shocked by that.

"I also prayed hard that you won’t turn out to be asexual," Hiroshi’s dad told him.

"I am heading out; I will leave now," Hiroshi said calmly, unwilling to hear any more worries and fears his father had. He wondered if his father would prefer him to never fall in love or to fall in love with his male employer.

With a few more words exchanged, he left his father’s office hurriedly. He cleaned up, changed his outfit and drove to the main house. This was the place he came close to Haruki and treated him. It was in this house his heart was stolen and enslaved by Haruki much to his delight.

The security of the house from the gates has always been tight, but most definitely, due to the last incident, the security only got tighter, and none of the guards seemed to be in the mood for jokes or even offering a polite smile.

The security was even tighter at the entrance to the house where he was searched despite being known as the doctor. He could only sigh a breath of relief when he got to the dining. Haruki sat at the head seat, already prepared to eat, and the doctor seemed to be the only reason he had not begun his dinner.

"I am sorry I was late," Hiroshi apologized with a deep bow.

"Sit," Haruki ordered barely sparing him a glance.

Hiroshi raised his head and could finally look at the man before him. Handsome and beautiful all in one, he looked around the room and noticed the presence of others, including Haruki’s assistant and right-hand man; he eliminated the thought of kissing those lips.

He sat down obediently, and the meal was soon served while Haruki discussed some things with his right-hand man, Ren. They were done with their discussion by the time the meal was served. Haruki dismissed everyone else, and only the two of them remained in the luxurious Japanese-style dining room.

Haruki was silent through the meal and Hiroshi kept his gaze on him most of the time. Since he could not touch the man, he might as well give his eyes enough view of the beautiful man.

He had a feeling Haruki wanted something sensual from him by agreeing to his request, considering the position he was given was that of a sex partner, but when they were done eating, Haruki invited him out for a walk.

The green scenery felt like a peep into paradise from the windows of the house but walking through it gave Hiroshi a peek into the wealth Haruki had.

The open field of neatly mowed grasses and well-trimmed ornamental trees stretched around the artificial lake, providing a large area to take a walk around the lake and back, but Hiroshi could not appreciate the handwork of the landscaper, considering the beauty by his side.

Haruki stopped and sat down at a gazebo by the lake. The gazebo was surrounded by flowers and shrubs.

He took in a deep breath leaning his head backwards, and it was easy to mistake that for a sigh of relief, but Hiroshi, watching closely, could notice the worry in Haruki’s eyes and the slight furrow of his brow.

Hiroshi sat beside Haruki and smoothly folded his sleeves back. His fingers lightly brushed Haruki’s hair to the side before applying gentle circular pressure on Haruki’s temple with the pads of his thumbs.

Haruki did not stop him; he could not hold back another sigh, feeling the gentleness of Hiroshi’s touch ease the pressure of all he had on his mind. Haruki blinked trying to stay awake.

He wanted to take a walk to aid his digestion, get a good amount of exercise and think about his present issues considering he barely had time lately for that but he ended up relaxing and feeling sleepy under the skilled hands of his doctor.

"Do you want to go to bed?" Hiroshi leaned close to Haruki and whispered. His breath felt warm against Haruki’s skin, along with the gentlemanly scent of his body lotion.

Haruki stiffened and opened his eyes. The doctor’s pale skin was so close to him, the smoothness of his warm gentle features, handsome.

He moved his gaze to the man’s brown eyes, and without hesitating, he reached forward, and his fingers dug into the man’s hair before pulling the man even closer to him. His gaze left the shocked look in the man’s eyes to the fullness of his lips.

He closed his eyes and claimed the lips in his. Those lips warm and gentle tasted of the tea they had with their dinner. Haruki’s tongue naturally slid between the man’s parted lips feeling his tongue wrapped around the warmth of the man’s mouth.

Hiroshi was taken aback by the sudden change in the mood, but what could be a better gift than this? He felt like an addict who got a taste of his favourite drug. Following his instinct, he sought more even though he knew he would probably lose his life.

His tongue moved meeting Haruki’s in a skilled dancing motion. He touched Haruki’s cheeks, his thumb gentle against Haruki’s skin despite the pleasant pain Haruki’s grip on his hair brought. Like fire and water, Haruki’s aggression was completely controlled under Hiroshi’s acceptance.

"Mhh," a gentle moan escaped Haruki’s lips.

Hiroshi’s eyes opened, concerned by the sound, considering they had an audience. There were three of Haruki’s men who came with them and that was when he noticed someone familiar among them.

The younger man met Hiroshi’s gaze with so much animosity Hiroshi wanted so badly to push further, to . . .

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