Ansel didn't answer. He walked to his desk.
"Stay away from him," he said flatly. "I mean it, Dominique."
Dominique laughed again, shaking his head.
"I heard you sleep with everyone now. I haven't slept with a man in nine years. I'm still tight. Why don't you fuck me like you used to? I haven't tasted this grown-up body of yours."
Ansel laughed, cold and humorless.
"Keep dreaming. I'll never put my dick where my father did. That's disgusting. I'm not the man I was nine years ago, Dominique. Don't think you can charm me."
He looked at him, his eyes dark.
"You'll only ever get my anger now."
Dominique's lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.
"Alright," he said softly, eyes glinting. "If you won't give me yourself willingly… then I'll force you."
Ansel's expression hardened instantly. The air in the room dropped several degrees.
"Don't," he warned, voice low and sharp. "You shouldn't do anything stupid, Dominique."
