He’s hiding something big.
Whatever that “secret” was that he alluded to in his journal… it was more than just wanting a fake boyfriend.
And after having my trust broken over and over again, that shit isn’t going to fly with me. Unless he tells me what it is, I’m not giving him what he wants, either.
I take my time as I walk around to the driver’s side door.
I swing it open and slide in onto the buttery, black leather seat, turning to see Oliver looking very flustered, again.
“You want my cock,” I tell him as I push the key into the ignition. “Correct?”
He turns to me and furrows his brow, acting confused as if he could ever fool me.
“You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“You aren’t going to get it until you tell me whatever the fuck you’re keeping from me.”
He’s silent.
But I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, and I see the faint blush that lands on his cheeks.
Fucking bingo.
I was right.
“Thanks, Detective Niko. Lot of ideas in your head, aren’t there?”
“Yes. And I know I can get you to tell me your secret. I can be very patient.”
“I guess you still are completely delusional.”
He’s looking out the passenger side window now.
Because he can’t face me.
Fucking delicious that I already have you figured out.
And I’m going to see how long it takes until you break for me.
8
Oliver
Oliver, picking up his phone yesterday, 8:03pm
Username: Hercules2210
I see the CamboyChaos site logo, and all I want to do is check it.
I don’t.
An inferno burns in my chest, like the app itself is a magnet drawing me to look, look, look at his profile. Sink back under his spell. Get utterly fucking lost in him.
I put the phone back down.
And I walk away.
My quads burnlike hell as the barbell hits the mat on the ground with a heavy thud.
