35- Leonidas

"You are not leaving, Leonidas."

"But-"

"No buts. I have been generous enough."

Leonidas bit into his lower lip, a sudden need to slam Loukas' head on the table. It was a new train of thought, one he had never had before until Loukas began to drive him crazy and make him want to do it.

But he was not that crazy yet.

"You see me everyday, Lou." Leonidas found himself whispering to the male.

Loukas, who had his hand buried in a bowl of grapes with his rings glittering from the light coming down the glass ceiling, crossed his legs and beamed a smile at his best friend. "Would you like one? It tastes oddly like wine."

Leonidas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because it is used to make wine."

"Oh,"

Then the green eyed man stood, dusting his hands. "Whatever," And began to walk around the study. "Yes, I do see you everyday but that leaves the question, amor."

"What question?"

"About your whereabouts every night."

Leonidas stilled.

Loukas suddenly pointed a finger at his face. "A