Chapter 96: Chapter 96 Naked Draven.
Albino roasted turkey—like, where would they even get that? The ridiculous demands were getting out of hand, and Draven wouldn’t be shocked if Daniel, at this point, asked for a cooked dragon. Alexander, who was already heaving like someone who had climbed a mountain, looked about ready to lose his mind because of Daniel’s madness.
"An albino turkey? That’s no issue. On our vacation, it shall be delivered to you easily, so why don’t we embark on this journey together?" Xylander tried to lure Daniel, which, by the way, failed miserably.
"Just because I’m pregnant, Xyle, doesn’t mean I’ve turned dumb. Bring my roasted albino turkey, or I won’t follow you anywhere," Daniel stated matter-of-factly, arms on his waist as he glared at the three.
"Okay, okay! You got me there, but how do you expect us to get an albino turkey? Like, c’mon." Xylander smiled, still trying to tease his groom.
But Daniel didn’t find it funny. He hissed and walked out, his mood growing fouler by the minute.
Draven raised his hands in surrender. There it goes—vacation in the mud.
"So may I know why I’m even included in this vacation nonsense? I’m not the husband here, and I don’t think tagging along means you boys won’t suffer," Draven said, trying to inject a bit of reality into the situation. He wanted them to know this was just the beginning of chaos.
"So you’re trying to leave us now, Draven? When it might end up being your baby? Forget school for now because you’re going to raise this child till the end. You’re following us," Alexander announced, firm and unflinching.
For someone who had been against Draven joining Xylander and Daniel on their honeymoon, it was surprising that Alex was now insisting he stay. Indirectly, he was admitting they couldn’t handle Daniel without him.
"So now I can’t get back to my studies?" Draven muttered, feigning annoyance. Alex rolled his eyes.
"As if we’re not doing you a favor by freeing you from studies. Like, can you define boredom?" Alex proclaimed dramatically, making himself sound like a hero on the spot.
Xylander just shook his head. He didn’t have time for their antics. He needed to make calls, ensure his company was in good hands, and start arranging the honeymoon at one of his luxurious villas in the heart of New York City—a quiet and perfect place for the four of them to stay.
"Thanks for helping Daniel, Draven. As one of his mates, you can ease his pain and bring him pleasure, because like it or not, the doctor prescribed it—and he needs lots of sexual energy this time," Xylander explained before quickly leaving them at the dining table, leaving Draven staring in confusion.
Wait—did that mean he wanted him to have sex with Daniel like his husband? Wow. Xylander was something else—so chill and unbothered.
"Don’t get used to it, Draven, because something like this might never happen again," Alex ruined the beautiful moment with his annoying voice.
Draven decided not to argue. Let Alex pour his frustrations out—he just wanted peace. Moving away from the grumpy man, he went to his room, craving a nice bath to relax and prepare for the vacation.
But when he tried several doors, every one of them was locked. So he ended up going into Xylander’s room—the biggest in the entire Golden Palace. Since no one was there, he sighed in relief.
Finally, peace and quiet.
He walked to the wardrobe, picked a bathrobe, and began removing his clothes right there, unconcerned that someone might be watching. And truly—someone was.
Daniel, seated as quiet as a mouse at the corner of the bed, watched Draven with a serious expression, like he was studying a specimen for a biology practical.
When Draven’s boxers finally dropped, his fresh, bare backside came into full view. The way it glistened and shone under the light, his shoulder muscles flexing as he reached for the bathrobe—it was a sight to behold.
If his back view was impressive, his front was even more breathtaking. God, his manhood was long—so long that even without erection it looked ready for business.
Being a student must’ve done him well. Daniel imagined the girls flocking to him, drawn by his dashing looks and that striking red hair capable of turning any gender weak.
"So this is how he shows it to a girl? I knew it. He’s cheating on me," Daniel snapped suddenly, an irrational thought flashing through his mind.
"Flaunt your assets all you want, Draven! After showing off your ass, come and explain those girls that flood your DMs every day!" Daniel’s voice rang out sharply, startling Draven so badly that he almost jumped out of his skin.
He stumbled backward and fell flat, his length bouncing freely in the process.
Shit!
How long had Daniel been watching him? Draven didn’t know whether to be terrified or embarrassed. Right now, Daniel looked more like an evil spirit than a human being.
Seeing Daniel’s sharp gaze on his body, Draven quickly reached for a cloth to cover himself—but Daniel’s steel-like voice stopped him cold.
"Don’t you dare. What’s there that I haven’t seen before? Why are you hiding?" Daniel rose from the bed and started toward him.
Draven froze. He knew he was cornered. This was not how he’d planned his evening. All he’d wanted was a relaxing bath—not a distraction like Daniel, who was now smirking and licking his lips as he advanced like a predator about to pounce.
"Daniel, we’re supposed to be getting ready for the honeymoon. I haven’t even bathed yet," Draven said nervously, hoping to defuse the tension.
"Go on, I’m not stopping you from bathing. Better yet—let me bathe you, Draven." Daniel’s tone was commanding, not a suggestion.
Draven swallowed hard. "That’s not a good idea, Dan. You also need to get dressed, and Xylander might get mad if he sees this."
Before he could take another step, Daniel stomped his foot, face twisting into a deadly scowl.
"You scumbag! You traitor! That’s how you constantly roll with girls and collect their numbers, right? Is it because I haven’t said anything? Who is she? Tell me, who’s the girl that makes you hide your body from me?" Daniel demanded fiercely.
Draven facepalmed. A girl? Really? When was a girl ever involved? And why did Daniel sound so convinced, like he’d been there when it happened?
"There’s no girl, Dan. You’re mistaken," Draven replied, unaware of how close Daniel had gotten until their faces were just inches apart.
"Good to know, Draven," Daniel said with a smirk. "Because you’re mine, and no one else gets to catch useless feelings for you. This body is all mine from now on. Don’t you ever get with anyone—except me." His voice was low, possessive, and dangerously seductive.
Draven was caught off guard. He’d never seen this side of Daniel before. Why did he look so damn sexy saying that?
Daniel’s beauty hit hard—the smirk, the glint in his eyes, the way he bit his pink lips.
"Okay, I’m all yours," Draven said softly, "but you’re still preventing me from taking my bath."
"That’s not a good answer," Daniel murmured, leaning closer, "but fine. Turn around now."
Draven turned, curious and cautious. For what? Was this another trick? Still, he obeyed, exposing his strong back, toned legs, and perfect ass.
Then he felt a hand slide down his back, making his whole body shiver. The sensation grew wilder when Daniel’s hands slipped from his back to his front—slow, teasing.
Just as Draven’s breath quickened, Daniel’s fingers went lower, gripping him dick boldly.
What the fuck—?! Draven nearly jumped out of his skin. That hand almost shredded him alive.