Page 19 of Boys Who Crave


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“I didn’t fumble shit. Get out of my way, Navarro.”

“Sounds to me like someone is trying to pretend that didn’t just happen.”

“What? Nothing happened,” he says.

“Nothing?” I slam my hand against the wall to block his way out. “She graced you with a chokehold, and you call thatnothing?”

He snorts. “Wow. I almost pity you.”

I tilt my head, curly hair falling gently over my muscular shoulder. “Yet I clearly heard her calling youpathetic.”

“Fuck you, you don’t know shit,” he spits.

“I know she threatened you,” I say.

He freezes and stares at me.

Now I finally have his attention. Good.

“She’s never spoken to you before.”

He grimaces. “How would you know?”

“I knoweverything.” I swallow and throw my blond hair over my shoulder. “That’s what I do. I watch people. I observe.”

“And? What’s that got to do with me?”

“I want to know what you did that made her come to you like that.”

He rolls his eyes. “I told you, nothing.”

I smile. “You don’t want to tell me, and that’s fine. But I will find out regardless, with or without your help. Now you can either assist me and give me the truth or get in my way and deal with the consequences. Your choice.”

His hands clench into fists. “Or what, pretty boy?”

“Lower your weapons, pup. I’m not interested in fisticuffs. This face and this body are too priceless to be damaged.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Nowthatis pathetic.”

“Whatever you say. I’m just saying you and I have a mutual interest.”

“In what? I never said I was into her.”

I blink and then burst out into laughter, but pause when he doesn’t laugh with me. “Oh wait, you’re actually serious? Oh my God… You are such an unwilling simp.”

“A what now?” he snarls.

I roll my eyes. “Never mind. The point of this conversation is that you have something she wants.”

“I doubt that,” he responds.

My eyes narrow. “Or do you have something she doesn’t want you to have?”

“Stop fishing,” he says as he attempts to leave.

“No wait, you know something … you’ve seen her do something, haven’t you?” I walk in his footsteps. “She doesn’t want you to tell anyone. That’s why she threatened you.”

“I’m done here. This conversation is over,” he mutters. “Bye.”