Foxx rolled his eyes and stood up, wincing at the feeling of cum dripping down his ass. He’d been so excited for Harlow to add more… Sitting around for hours in a hospital as cum dripped from his ass, however, did not sound like a fun, exciting time.
“Right, let me go clean up and then webothcan get dressed.”
* * *
Harlow glaredat the far wall while Foxx tucked his hospital blanket in. “Stop,” he demanded.
“It’s cold in here. You don’t need a cold on top of your back issues.” The vampire patted his chest.
“Don’t touch me,” he hissed.
“Oh, stop being such a baby!”
“I will shoot you.”
“Ahh, yes, threats when you can’t move are sooo effective!”
“I swear to all, if you don’t?—”
“You’ll do what?” Foxx giggled. “Hmmm? What are you going to do to me, old man? What can you do? A big fat nothing, that’s what! So be good and let me take care of you.”
He glared… If he could move…he’d…
He rolled his eyes at himself in disgust. If he could move, he’d be fucking the brat right this very moment, and they both knew it. Ugh, that fucking mafia poser of a vampire. Just a bunch of morons in cheap ass suits. A ‘mob’? What a laugh. It was all that bastard’s fault. He should have killed him quicker. But no, one fucking twist and now moving his arms and legs sent a sharp pain from hell through his body.
Harlow couldn’t believe this had happened… Well, he could. He’d been abusing his muscles and joints for fucking years. He’d always assumed he’d eventually go one step too far, and be fucked beyond repair. But this didn’t even happen as a result of the dumb shit he’d done! It was just dumb luck!
Yep, just sheer dumb fucking luck that it happened while naked and carrying Foxx. Instead of during the fight where he maybe could have at least died with some dignity intact.
Ugh, the fucking brat would never let him live this down. There was no way the petty fuck wouldn’t bring it up anytime it benefited him.
His gaze flicked to the petty fuck in question. He frowned on finding Foxx with his cellphone in his hand. It was…suspicious. “Who are you calling?”
Foxx eyed him, his brow raising. “Tony, obviously.”
His eyes widened in horror. “You will not!” he roared.
“Quiet down, you are going to get us kicked out!”
“GOOD!”
“Don’t make me break out the duct tape.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me!”
He glared, but Foxx glared right back. He growled and glanced away.
“Anyway! I’m calling Tony because he needs to know what is going on!”
His gaze flicking back over, Harlow attempted to sway his brat. “Why not just call Charity? She is our handler.”
Foxx smirked evilly. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Motherfucker!
That evil smile still in place, Foxx showed him his phone screen, Tony’s number there on display, and he quickly pressed call and speakerphone.
