“Why haven’t you blocked him?”
“Because we have unfinished business.”
“You can’t possibly be thinking of taking him back.”
“I’m not. And even if I was, it’s none of your business.” I snatch the phone before he can read any more notifications.
My irritation rises to sky-high levels. All I wanted was to have a nice, relaxing summer. Do some soul-searching. Figure out my life plan. Instead, I’m stuck here with the guy who laughed when I told him I liked him and then two years laterforgotabout grinding his dick all over me.
Angling away from Wyatt, I click the chat thread to check what bullshit Isaac wants to feed me this morning.
THE CHEATER
I didn’t forget to put him in the box.
I’m keeping Hot Boi.
My jaw drops. I expected an excuse, not a confession. I angrilytype a reply.
You CANNOT be serious.
THE CHEATER
Dead serious. He belongs with me.
FFS Isaac. This isn’t a custody battle for a human child. I’m the one who bought him.
THE CHEATER
And I’m the one who named him. I bonded with him. You never even respected the heat settings.
OMG How is this happening right now. It’s a toaster!!!
THE CHEATER
See this is why you don’t deserve him. You underestimate him. He has a croissant mode.
“This is a child.” Wyatt’s voice echoes over my shoulder, making me jump.
“Stop reading my texts,” I say in exasperation.
“You realize that, right, Logan? You dated a child.”
“Yes, that is clear now,Graham. Thank you so much for pointing it out.”
“With that said, and please don’t hate me, but…” Wyatt’s lips twitch. “His sense of humor is stellar.”
“Don’t you dare compliment him,” I mutter, even as I’m furiously composing another text.
You used croissant mode once and then you whined for an hour because it over-toasted. Hot Boi is mine. I want him back.
THE CHEATER
We all want things in this life.
I swallow a scream of frustration. Why are men so fucking crazy!
“Sort of seems like you’re still into this guy,” Wyatt says lightly, sipping his coffee. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be picking fights about a toaster.”
