Captive Mate BL
Chapter 285: - - 285-

Chapter 285: -Chapter 285-

"I merely want to make a proposition," Matilda said with a grimace.

That sent alarm bells ringing in Lake’s head, "What proposition?" He asked carefully.

"If you conveniently forget the events of last night, I’ll write off the money you owe me."

Lake’s lips turned down at the edges, in that moment, he felt exactly like his father.

And he had spent his entire life trying to escape it that it almost made him blurt out the wrong thing.

His first instinct was to try and pay back but what had that done for him?

He had spent his entire life trying to pay back debts he didn’t incur, and he wasn’t happier off because of it.

But his money complex aside, Matilda was a snake.

Agreeing to this would be to his own detriment, only if he were to hold up his own end of the agreement.

He would get to keep the hundred grand and still tell Davian about what happened at the right time? It was like winning twice.

Lake found a smile for Matilda, "Deal," He accepted, continuing up the stairs.

Matilda chuckled silently as she watched Lake walk off... so gullible.

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Davian had been up to a lot since Lake left, it didn’t make the Omega’s absence any easier.

The preparations for their new rooms were underway, Lake’s things had been brought to the mansion, and he hadn’t forgotten to make an appointment with Doctor Perez.

After today’s checkup, he would have the doctor come down to the mansion to routinely keep an eye on Lake.

After making all of the preparations, Davian got dressed and sat impatiently on the bed.

This had been his room as a teenager, and he hadn’t changed it, until now.

He didn’t exactly have any attachments to the room, the past six years had been a blur, each day merging into another.

Davian snapped out of it when there was a soft knock on the door, rising to his feet when it opened up to Lake.

"You don’t have to knock," He said - in that way that he said things without meaning to.

Lake just made a face, refusing to address it because he was wary of agreeing to anything that would have them sharing a room.

"Your things have been brought to the mansion," Davian went right on, "I had the maids pick out an outfit for you."

"Are we going somewhere?" Lake asked, pleased that he could stop wearing the odd combination of Davian’s shirt and a bathrobe.

"Yeah, to get a checkup."

Lake’s eyes widened at that, he had just been about to talk to Davian about that but this also worked just fine for him.

"Sure," He acknowledged, looking pointedly at Davian.

Davian was self-aware enough to pick up on the silent connotations he was laying down.

"The clothes are hung in the closet, I’ll ah... wait for you in my study." He stumbled over his words, making for the door.

Lake caught his smile before it could break free, finding himself thinking about how cute the Alpha was.

There was no reason for another shower so he just went right to the closet.

And of course, the ’outfit’ the maids had picked was one of the clothes Caspian had picked out for him.

It was one of the first ones too, the black silk top sitting in Davian’s closet menacingly.

He remembered asking Caspian where he would wear such clothes too, and it really did feel like fate had a sick sense of humor.

But when Caspian had picked the outfit, he would never have imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be wearing it for a prenatal checkup with a Mafia King.

Lake put the clothes on with minimal complaints, it was just easier to put it on than go through the trouble of getting something else to wear.

He went into the bathroom to see how the clothes looked on him, running a brush through his long hair.

He considered putting it up as they would be going to a hospital but he didn’t exactly have the tools for that.

The clothes were just as bad as he feared, the reddish spots littered across his collarbones didn’t do him any favors.

Lake just tucked his hair behind his ears and straightened his shoulders.

If he wanted to survive in the world of the Mafia and give his child the life he never had, he needed to grow a thicker skin.

The pants were stylish and comfortable, and he reminded himself to go shopping with Caspian more often.

All dressed, he left the bedroom and headed to Davian’s study, sometimes the absurdity of how his life had changed so much in such a short time hit him hard.

He opened the door without knocking, meeting Davian’s slate-gray eyes.

For some reason, Lake expected to be scolded but Davian just rose to his feet and walked over to him.

They didn’t often have conversations while standing so their height difference was really unsettling.

"We’ll be going to my family doctor’s office, I already notified him that we’re on our way."

Lake breathed a little easier than that, he wasn’t sure why he expected the Mafia King to go to a hospital like the average person.

"That’s fine."

"And we can get dinner when we’re done," Davian snuck in, holding the door open for him.

Lake shot the Alpha a look over his shoulders, "What’s going to happen to the leftovers?"

Davian’s kept a serious expression, "I want you to eat something freshly cooked."

"It is freshly cooked, it’s only been a few hours..."

They walked down the hallway as they bickered, Lake refusing to give in because he knew if he did that, Davian would make a habit of this.

"We can go out for dinner tomorrow," Lake said plainly as they walked down the stairs that led outside the mansion.

Davian faltered a bit, he was a sucker for Lake referring to the future they would spend together, even if they were just simple words like ’next time’ and ’tomorrow’.

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