Valentine's Vindication by Keta Diablo
Male/Male Contemporary Novella
Noble Romance, http://tinyurl.com/ykh6rhw

About Valentine's Vindication:

The dreaded day had arrived. And this year, February 14th had a dual meaning. Not only was it Valentine’s Day, but it was also Valentine’s day. Since his breakup with his boyfriend, Valentine Giovanni, a month ago, Deke’s life seemed meaningless. What had he expected? The moment Val found out he’d cheated on him, the shit hit the fan . . . and Deke’s shoes hit the pavement.

He didn’t have time to explain the why of it. Val wouldn’t believe him, and even Deke didn’t fully comprehend why he did it. He told himself Val deserved better, a submissive who completely trusted him, who’d commit wholly to his rough sex and demands. So rather than talk over his fears and insecurities, Deke forced a breakup by admitting he’d cheated.

It was a painful scene, an angry, gut-wrenching, debacle that ended in a screaming rage. Deke thought he’d feel relief when it was over, but every day was more dismal than the last, and all he felt was emptiness. He’d never loved anyone like he loved his former dom. He realized that now.

And tonight, he planned to prove his love to Val.

Special Content Alert: M/M, Light BDSM, Spanking

Excerpt:

He drew a deep breath and thought of his mother’s words that afternoon. Thank God, she accepted that he was gay. “You’re no longer a child, Deke. Be a man, tell Val you made a mistake and you want him back,” she had said. With that in mind, he commandeered his courage as Val walked toward him.
Deep, blue eyes looked into his. “How goes it, Deke?”

The familiar, rich timbre of Val’s voice sent his heart into triple beats. The room stilled and Deke had the feeling everyone was watching them. “Good, fine.”
“I see you got my invitation. What are you drinking tonight?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing for me, thanks.” Val watched him curiously. “Things aren’t good; I’m not fine. Can I talk to you . . . in private?”

There was a long pause during which Deke held his breath.

“What would we have to talk about? It’s all been said.”

“No, it hasn’t. At least not on my part. Two minutes, Val, that’s all I ask.”
Val leaned back against a large wall mirror and long minutes later, walked out from behind the bar and stood in front of him. “Two minutes, outside.”

Thank goodness for the temperate weather in St. Louis this time of year. No snow, sleet or rain in the last month, and even the nights only required a lightweight jacket. By the time they walked outside, Deke’s courage wavered like the flickering lamplight in the front yard.

Val broke the ice. “How’s it going at the radio station?”

“Okay, we’ve been busy as usual. How are the restaurants doing?” All three of Val’s restaurants were located in St. Louis’ prestigious downtown neighborhood and every one was financially lucrative.

“Busier than hell this week with Valentine’s reservations.”

Deke watched his lips move as he spoke and before he knew it, he closed the short distance between them and covered his mouth with his. In an instant, his cock grew hard. Val didn’t try to stop him, but he didn’t respond like he normally did, either.

Moments later, Val pushed him back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Apologizing, trying to show you I made a mistake.”

Val’s brows drew together as he scowled. “You think it’s that easy. You just

come waltzing into my restaurant after a month of not talking to me and kiss me?”

“I-I thought―”

“That you could fuck someone else and I’d be here waiting?”

“No, please, Val, I made a mistake. It wasn’t about him; it was about-about
my fears.”

“Fear of me?”

Deke expelled a long sigh. “No, I didn’t realize it at the time, but now I know it
was because I was afraid I wasn’t good enough for you. I thought you deserved someone who willingly . . .”

“Are you shitting me? You cheated because you believed you weren’t making me happy; you weren’t good enough for me?”

Deke nodded. He felt Val’s rage in the space that separated their bodies. This was going to be much harder than he’d imagined. Even if Val gave him another chance, which was doubtful, he would have to prove once and for all he could take whatever the man dished out.

Deke closed the distance between them again. “I’m asking for one more chance. I won’t ever hurt you again.”

Val stared at him and pushed a long lock of hair from his forehead. When his blue eyes narrowed, Deke almost dropped to his knees and begged.

“Why should I believe you wouldn’t cheat again?”

Stammering like a school boy, he said, “I’ll prove it, do anything you ask.”

“Anything?”

“Yes.” His heart thudded. “Whatever it takes to have you back again.”

“Your punishment will be severe.”

Deke swallowed. Hard. “I expect it to be. I can take it; just let me come home with you.”