Scars (Marked #2.5)
“He was hard to miss, especially after I’d witnessed his demise at my Talan’s hands. Wonder what rich boy’s doing here?
It wasn’t a sleazy establishment by any means. Crave was bright lights, clean, sleek lines… uninhibited sexual desires. Sex was the name of its game. It didn’t fit the uptight golden boy’s persona. Not when he’d expressed his desire for that fake bitch on more than one occasion.
I’d followed her around, not going to lie about it. To school, home, and sometimes all the way toward Talan’s shop, where because of her presence, I had to park a couple of blocks down and hide inside the small coffee shop close by.
The owner and I had an easy arrangement. I sucked his cock, and he left me alone to stalk the bitch and her followers.
At this point, I knew her schedule better than Talan did.
The sound of obnoxious, overeager, laughter pulled my attention over toward where he sat.
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