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It wasn’t college idiots.
It was Misha.
And motherfucking Hayden.
Misha stood gripping the metal shelves with one hand while his other was twisted through Hayden’s dark hair. Hayden, the pretentious prick, was on his knees, sucking Misha’s dick like his life depended on it. That fucker had the balls to jump everyone else about how much time they “wasted,” so did he make sure to clock out before getting on his knees? Or did it not count because it was for the boss?
I didn’t know if I made a noise or if it was just my luck but Misha opened his eyes right at that moment and zeroed in on me like a torpedo. Instead of freaking the fuck out, like I would have done—was in the process of doing, actually—he licked his lips before biting his lower one. He may have been fucking Hayden’s mouth but with the way he looked at me, it felt likeIwas the one he wanted on their knees, taking every inch of him down their throat. And from the way Hayden was gagging and slurping, there were alotof inches.
Blowing someone at work wasn’t really my style, but goddamn… I might make an exception for Misha.
Ha, no!
No, the fuck I wouldnot.
Not anymore. Especially not after Hayden had been anywhere near him.
Remembering who the hell Misha was in the grand scheme of things and where I ranked in Delirium’s hierarchy, I did an about-face and hauled ass out of the storage room, retreating down the hall as fast as I could.
I reached for the knob to the stock room door as it flew open, smashing the wooden edge right into my face.
“Fuck!” I staggered back, pressing a hand to my cheekbone.
“Holy shit!” Nolan juggled the case of Heineken and set it down quickly, closing the distance between us. “Are you ok? Jesus, man! Where’d you go? I was about to send a rescue party!”
“I got turned around back here,” I lied, although it wasn’t totally unbelievable consideringeverythingwas painted black, from the walls to the doors and the ceiling, like a boozy funhouse. Lowering my hand, I groaned at the smear of blood on my palm. “Shit.”
“Oh my God! Is it broken?” Nolan reached for my face but I smacked his hand away.
“It’s fine.”
“You should go put some ice on it.”
“Yeah. Ok.” Anything to get out of that hallway before MishaorHayden waltzed out. What they did and who they fucked was absolutely none of my business, but I didn’t think I could stomach looking at either of them at the moment.
Nolan grabbed the case of beer and kicked the door shut behind him. As we passed the storage room, I swallowed thickly and picked up the pace. The sooner I got away from that room and the stomach-churning scene inside, the better off I’d be. I mean,Hayden? Really?! I guess Misha had a type, but I also thought he had standards. Then again, Hayden was a thirsty bitch and he was convenient. Gay or straight, not many guys would pass up an opportunity like that. Logically, I could put it all together but it didn’t make me any less nauseated. Not that I hadanyfucking room to talk about someone’s sexual activities.
Once we were back by the bar, Nolan dumped a handful of ice into a towel and shoved it at me. “Take twenty.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
“I got it. I’ll cover for you if Hayden comes by. What he’s doing to you is bullshit anyway.” Nolan turned me by the shoulders and pushed me toward the service entrance of the bar. “Go!”
I didn’t have the nerve to tell him Hayden was preoccupied elsewhere, so I pressed the wad of ice to my face, hissing as soon as the cold touched my skin, and trudged out to the alley.
Dropping into a chair one of the cooks salvaged from the dumpster, I slunk down as far as I could and tipped my head back, legs spread as much for comfort as it was for balance. It beat sitting on a crate, that’s for sure.
If my cheekbone was broken, I was fucked. Aside from being unable to afford a trip to the doctor, there wasn’t anything they could do anyway except confirm it. It’s not like any of the broken limbs I’d received over the years. You couldn’t put a cast on a face. But a fucked-up face would definitely mean no clients for a while unless they wanted a masked encounter or one in total darkness. They only liked bruises if they were the ones who put them there.
I sighed and closed my eyes, gingerly moving the ice around my cheekbone to try and evenly distribute the cold. If push came to shove, I could ask one of the girls inside to get me some makeup or something. They always looked like they just stepped off a runway somewhere, so I’m sure one of them was skilled enough to tone down a bruise.
The back door swung open again, bringing an end to my solitude.
“Man, I’mfine,” I said without opening my eyes.
“Good to hear,” came the reply in a rumbly voice that wasnotNolan’s.
Jerking upright, I dropped the towel, scattering ice all over the asphalt. It was the least of my concerns considering Misha was standing about two feet away from me. His face was impossible to read, partially due to the shadow of the doorway, but also because he was as stone-faced as ever. If I hadn’t witnessed it for myself, I wouldn’t have believed he’d gotten off withanyonefive minutes ago, let alone another guy. There wasn’t a hair or a button out of place. Maybe he didn’t get off after all. I didn’t necessarily mean to give the guy blue balls, but if my little interruption meant Hayden “failed” in the task he was so eager to do, then I considered it a win.Asshole.
