as well. He obviously loved his son very much. Thompson senior reminded Aiden of his own father.
Jackson ran his fingers over his jaw were Aiden had clocked him the previous week. "I'm well aware of that, Dad. We"—Jackson paused and pointed between himself and Aiden before starting again—"have already discussed things. The matter is settled. Please just let it go."
Aiden sat in stunned silent. He honestly didn't think Jackson had it in him to stand up to someone and fight for what he wanted. Mind you, all Aiden's memories of Jackson were of a sixteen-year-old boy. He had no idea who this man sitting in front of him really was. He also didn't know if he wanted to find out or not.
"I'm not happy about this," the senior Thompson said, resigned.
"You don't have to be, Dad. But you need to let me do this," Jackson said softly. Aiden was confused again. Why was it so important for Jackson to raise his ex-lover from the dead?
Jackson's father turned to look directly at Aiden. "You hit my boy again and you and I are going to have words."
"Dad," Jackson said sharply from behind him.
"It's okay, Jackson." Aiden nodded. His father would have done the same. "You have my word, sir. I've never raised my hand to anyone before in my life and I never plan to do it again. Your son just caught me by surprise. It's not an excuse, but it's the only explanation I have for my actions that day."
Aiden's eyes never wavered from those of the man standing in the doorway. He waited as the man seemed to think about what he had said. Finally, Mr Thompson nodded and left the office without another word.
Jackson collapsed back in his chair and let out a large exhale. "Sorry about that."
"Nothing to apologise for. The man has every right to be pissed at me. Not only did I hit his son, but I did it during an appointment within the man's company. If nothing else, it's bad business sense to let me back in the office," Aiden replied calmly. He could completely understand where Mr Thompson was coming from even if he did hate the fact that the man didn't like him. He wasn't sure why this bothered him so much but it did.
"That's irrelevant and he knows it."
Aiden must have looked as confused as he was, but Jackson didn't elaborate. Instead he changed the subject, bringing them back to the reason they were there in the first place.
Brendan.
Now if only Aiden didn't feel so confused every time his eyes met Jackson's.
Chapter 6
To say Jackson was annoyed with his father was an understatement. The man knew exactly who Aiden was to him. Hell, his entire family knew the man was his mate after he'd blurted it out the previous week. Why his dad had to go and pull that whole song and dance routine in his office was beyond Jackson.
After his dad finally left, Jackson was forced to grit his teeth through just about the entire meeting as his mate talked about his ex-lover. Rationally, Jackson knew there must have been other men in Aiden's life, but it didn't mean he had to like hearing about them. He also wasn't happy about having to raise one of them from the dead, but he knew he'd do anything his mate asked of him.
They discussed things for a while then signed the appropriate paperwork. Jackson checked his schedule and found his earliest slot available was for the following Wednesday night at ten. Aiden agreed, and as they shook hands at the conclusion of the meeting, Aiden stood to leave.
Not wanting his mate to walk out the door and be unable to see him until the following week, Jackson blurted the first thing that came to mind. "If I call you, will you hang up on me again?"
Aiden looked at him a little stunned, then seemed to think about his answer. "I guess that all depends on why you're calling me in the first place. I thought we agreed I didn't like you."
"I would like the chance to change your opinion of me. If you'll let me?" Jackson asked, scared how his mate would answer.
Aiden looked thoughtful for the longest time. Jackson couldn't
Jackson ran his fingers over his jaw were Aiden had clocked him the previous week. "I'm well aware of that, Dad. We"—Jackson paused and pointed between himself and Aiden before starting again—"have already discussed things. The matter is settled. Please just let it go."
Aiden sat in stunned silent. He honestly didn't think Jackson had it in him to stand up to someone and fight for what he wanted. Mind you, all Aiden's memories of Jackson were of a sixteen-year-old boy. He had no idea who this man sitting in front of him really was. He also didn't know if he wanted to find out or not.
"I'm not happy about this," the senior Thompson said, resigned.
"You don't have to be, Dad. But you need to let me do this," Jackson said softly. Aiden was confused again. Why was it so important for Jackson to raise his ex-lover from the dead?
Jackson's father turned to look directly at Aiden. "You hit my boy again and you and I are going to have words."
"Dad," Jackson said sharply from behind him.
"It's okay, Jackson." Aiden nodded. His father would have done the same. "You have my word, sir. I've never raised my hand to anyone before in my life and I never plan to do it again. Your son just caught me by surprise. It's not an excuse, but it's the only explanation I have for my actions that day."
Aiden's eyes never wavered from those of the man standing in the doorway. He waited as the man seemed to think about what he had said. Finally, Mr Thompson nodded and left the office without another word.
Jackson collapsed back in his chair and let out a large exhale. "Sorry about that."
"Nothing to apologise for. The man has every right to be pissed at me. Not only did I hit his son, but I did it during an appointment within the man's company. If nothing else, it's bad business sense to let me back in the office," Aiden replied calmly. He could completely understand where Mr Thompson was coming from even if he did hate the fact that the man didn't like him. He wasn't sure why this bothered him so much but it did.
"That's irrelevant and he knows it."
Aiden must have looked as confused as he was, but Jackson didn't elaborate. Instead he changed the subject, bringing them back to the reason they were there in the first place.
Brendan.
Now if only Aiden didn't feel so confused every time his eyes met Jackson's.
Chapter 6
To say Jackson was annoyed with his father was an understatement. The man knew exactly who Aiden was to him. Hell, his entire family knew the man was his mate after he'd blurted it out the previous week. Why his dad had to go and pull that whole song and dance routine in his office was beyond Jackson.
After his dad finally left, Jackson was forced to grit his teeth through just about the entire meeting as his mate talked about his ex-lover. Rationally, Jackson knew there must have been other men in Aiden's life, but it didn't mean he had to like hearing about them. He also wasn't happy about having to raise one of them from the dead, but he knew he'd do anything his mate asked of him.
They discussed things for a while then signed the appropriate paperwork. Jackson checked his schedule and found his earliest slot available was for the following Wednesday night at ten. Aiden agreed, and as they shook hands at the conclusion of the meeting, Aiden stood to leave.
Not wanting his mate to walk out the door and be unable to see him until the following week, Jackson blurted the first thing that came to mind. "If I call you, will you hang up on me again?"
Aiden looked at him a little stunned, then seemed to think about his answer. "I guess that all depends on why you're calling me in the first place. I thought we agreed I didn't like you."
"I would like the chance to change your opinion of me. If you'll let me?" Jackson asked, scared how his mate would answer.
Aiden looked thoughtful for the longest time. Jackson couldn't
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