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“I know. But Ben gets you, Hunt. He really is the guy that you see, and I see why you love him,” he said. “He has been nothin’ but nice to me and I don’t deserve his kindness.”
“Sure you do,” I corrected. “But I’ve probably fucked up my chances with Ben.”
Charlie stood and came around the kitchen island. “Then fix it,” he urged. “Pull your head out of your ass and go to town before Ben leaves with that guy.”
“You really think he’d leave?” I asked, feeling worried.
Charlie shrugged his shoulders, biting his lower lip. “I didn’t want to tell you this, but besides this dude being made of solid muscle, he’s kinda hot.”
“Okay, great! Thanks for that,” I bitched.
Charlie pointed at the front door. “You need to get your ass to town. Want me to go with you?”
“Fuck off! I’ll be fine,” I replied.
“It’s your life, dude,” he quipped. “Nice knowing you.”
I shoved his shoulder before hugging him. “Thank you for this, Skeet.”
“What are friends for?” he teased, pulling away and once again glancing around the room. “What is different in here?”
“You’re seeing things, dumb fuck,” I answered. “Now get outta here so I can leave.”
Charlie headed for the door and then stopped before opening it. “Don’t let Ben leave,” he stated. “Tell him exactly how you feel about him, Hunt. No bullshit either! You fucking tell him you love him!” he lectured, his voice elevated. He pointed at me. “I mean it.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX: Benedict
Knocking on the front door of the mansion startled me. My cell displayed the time as seven-fifteen PM. The clinic had been closed for more than an hour and it was freezing out. Folks had gone home to keep the temperatures at bay, and no one ever knocked on thefrontdoor of the building. This couldn’t be good.
I hurried down the wooden staircase just as several more loud knocks echoed through the house. “Coming!” I yelled, jumping from the last three stairs and onto more hardwood.
I turned the porch light on and opened the door, practically falling backward when I saw who greeted me on the other side of the door.
“Hey, baby,” he said, spreading his arms wide like I’d just step right into an embrace. “Big Daddy is here to take you home.”
After closing my mouth, I blinked twice to see if I was truly seeing Rocco on the front porch. “What?” I stuttered. “How,” I added. “You’re here… you… what?”
Rocco blew right by me and tossed a duffle bag on the floor. “Fancy,” he stated, looking around. “Smells like old people furniture in here.”
“What are you doing here, Rocco? How did you find me?” I asked, tripping over questions as they queued up in my brain. “How’d you get here?” I ended.
“I’ll tell you after some head, baby. Rocco needs some of your sweet head.”
I shut the door, but not before peeking out and seeing a white Honda on the curb and checking to see if any neighbors had noticed Rocco.
“There won’t be any head,” I said. “And you can’t stay here.”
Rocco sidled up to me and pulled me against his chest, damn near suffocating me. “You don’t mean that, baby. You blow me and then I’ll remind you of how much you like that boy pussy of yours pounded.”
I shoved him away. “You can’t just waltz in here demanding sex, Rocco,” I hissed. “You and I are not a thing anymore, remember?”
He moved around the room, examining pieces of furniture as he went. “That was before, baby. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout ya lately,” he explained, gripping his cock and facing me once again. “Little Rocco been missing those lips of yours, too.”
“Stop!” I insisted. “You can’t stay here, Rocco.”
“That’s cool, baby. We’ll fuck really quick like. Let me blow a coupla nuts and then we’ll get the fuck outta Dodge. How ‘bout that?”
“You’re disgusting,” I muttered, shaking my head and wondering what I’d ever seen in this doofus. I headed back to the door. “You can leave.”
