Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61591 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Then everything completely went to hell.
It started when he sneezed.
It wasn’t a dainty little sneeze. Oh, no. It was more like a yell, and it startled the shit out of me.
That set off a chain reaction.
First, my jaw started to clamp shut. When my teeth came in contact with the most sensitive part of his body, he yelped and doubled over. I immediately released his cock and sat up, but in the process I managed to head-butt him in the face. He swore vividly, and we both leapt to our feet at the same time.
Two huge guys couldn’t occupy the same space simultaneously, so he ended up knocking me backwards. On the way down, I tried to reach for something to steady myself and ended up grabbing ahold of his tank top. In the next instant, I crashed down on top of the coffee table, which flattened underneath me like a house of cards.
When I looked up at him, he was naked. I didn’t know why at first, but then I realized his ruined shirt was clutched in my fist and his shorts were around his ankles. A glance at his limp cock revealed it was red and irritated. Thank god I hadn’t done more damage, but I could only imagine how much biting down like that had hurt.
I was beyond mortified as I got up and scrambled backwards, over the rubble that used to be a coffee table. He just stood there, staring at me with a shocked and horrified expression. I carefully placed his ripped shirt on a chair and muttered, “I’m so fucking sorry,” before turning and rushing out of that hotel room.
I took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, driven by an overwhelming urge to get out of there, now. When I reached the ground floor, I speed-walked across the lobby and burst through the door.
Then I paused on the sidewalk and took a few deep breaths. What a disaster! I’d never been so embarrassed. And of course, I felt horrible and racked with guilt, because as bad as that had been for me, it must have been an absolute nightmare for him.
I fished my phone out of my pocket and started walking. Before I reached the first intersection, I’d blocked his number. I couldn’t stand the thought of him calling and telling me what a fucked-up loser I was. By the second intersection, I’d deleted the hookup app.
Fuck anonymous hookups. Fuck all of this. I really should have just stayed home and jerked off.
1
Tracy
October
“You’re not coming back, are you?”
“No, mate. I’ve decided to stay in London.”
I shifted the phone to my other hand and told my friend Roger, “I’m not surprised. When you went home to visit your family last Christmas and met Callum, I knew it was just a matter of time before you moved back to the UK.”
He chuckled at that. “Aye, I suppose it was inevitable. But don’t worry, Tracy. I’m not selling the flat, so you can stay as long as you like.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I have some good friends in San Francisco, along with several business ventures to check on, so I’ll be visiting regularly. I might even convince Callum to come with me, even though he’s as brave as a wee bairn when it comes to flying.”
He traded his British accent for an exaggerated version of his boyfriend’s thick Scottish brogue for the insult. I could hear Callum laughing in the background and cussing him out. After some good-natured teasing, Roger came back on the line and told me, “I’ve got some more news, mate. You won’t have to rattle around the flat all alone for the next couple of months. A friend of mine needed a place to stay temporarily, so I offered him my room.”
I instantly began to worry. “Who is he?”
“His name’s Everett Daley, but most people call him Ever. He’s a great guy. I met him years ago, when we were both working as bodyguards. He went on to open a highly successful gym in Los Angeles, but he recently sold it. Now’s he’s sunk everything into renovating a building in San Francisco, which he’s turning into a state-of-the-art fitness center. It’ll include an upstairs flat when it’s done, but it won’t be habitable until the first of the year.”
There wasn’t anything I could say to this. Roger owned the apartment, and for the last two years, he’d been letting me rent his guest room. He’d done that as a favor for a mutual friend, and he’d been charging me a fraction of what a place like this should have gone for. I was in no position to complain, even if the idea of living with a total stranger made me uncomfortable.
“When’s he getting here?”
“He’s driving up on Sunday and should arrive in the early afternoon. Can you be there to let him in and give him the spare set of keys?”