Page 239 of The Valiant Knight
As he read it, his heart hurt.
‘I’m still thinking about your ass. Another round? Maybe we can do more? Your place for the full fucking?’
Yeah, no.
He wasn’t disrespecting the Blackhawks by bringing some hookup here to foul the place up, and he certainly was never seeing that guy again.
That wasn’t happening.
The reason they were one-night stands was you didn’t repeat the same mistake over and over again.
Pass.
As soon as it was read, it was deleted.
And blocked.
The next was a number that he didn’t recognize. When he opened it, he wished he hadn’t.
It was a dick pic.
And a message.
‘I got your number off of the wall. It says you’re willing to do anything for cock. Hit me up. I’m horny and need to fill your ass.’
The second he read that, he sank deeper and deeper into the misery.
If that was possible.
Now, he had even more random men texting him for booty calls. What was next? People sliding into his DMs?
God.
He hated his life.
There was only one solution.
He deleted and blocked that person, and he didn’t want to know what‘wall’he was talking about.
Last night was hazy, and he really hoped and prayed his number wasn’t on some loo wall in some shit dive. If it was, he’d weep.
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
Unfortunately for him, there was one message left, and that number was also blocked.
Why didn’t he just delete them without reading the messages?
That was easy.
He hated himself.
When he opened it, he saw it was from Gryphen, and not some random dude. He was either blocking his phone number, or he had a new one.
Well, he’d block it too if some asshole texted him in the middle of the night acting like a dumb shit.
