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I breathe a sigh of relief when he answers back.

Cole: That’s great, Bryson.

Hey, alcohol. Thanks for the balls.

Me: That’s not what you’re supposed to say.

Cole: I’m not sure what that means.

Me: You’re supposed to tell me you’re proud of me. Call me a good boy. Something more than just THAT’S GREAT.

My heart pounds as I stare at the message. When the little bubbles pop up, I grin.

Cole: Are you drinking?

Me: That doesn’t matter.

Cole: Answer the question.

Me: Yes.

Cole: I am proud of you, Bryson. You’ve been working hard and I’m sure your interview will go well. But good boys don’t give good news when they’re out with other guys.

Fucking hell. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. Is Cole jealous? I shouldn’t be so happy about that.

Me: Then maybe you should give me lessons on how to be a better good boy for you, Cole.

“Bryson? You still in here?” Tomas calls out.

“Yeah, almost done!”

I stare at my phone, hoping Cole will hurry and answer me because I can’t hide out here all night. Knowing he’s jealous has me torn over what to do. Part of me wants to go home right now and suck his dick. I feel like he’d let me. Another part wants to stay here, keep dancing with Tomas, and throw it in Cole’s face later to make him even more jealous. You know, since he was banging mystery big tits on Tuesday. Gag. But also, the only thing that’s made me more excited than Cole being proud of me is him not wanting anyone else to touch me.

I don’t get a text back within the minute, so I pocket my phone and head out to wash my hands.

“You good?” Tomas asks with a raised brow.

I grin at him. “Sure am.”

“You want another drink?” he asks as we head back into the club.

“Sounds like a great idea.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Bryson

I stumble up the front steps and get myself into the house as quietly as I can. All the lights are off, so everyone must be asleep.

The group of us left when the club closed, so it’s close to three in the morning now.

I put the spare key that I claimed as mine on the hook and lock up the house. The town is pretty safe, but you never know. I turn a little too fast and lose my balance but steady myself, chuckle, and keep going.

“Good boys don’t stumble into the house at three in the morning.”

I freeze, a shiver running up my spine over that voice. Over those words.

I blink and bring my attention to the living room. It’s dark, but my eyes adjust after a few seconds, and I see the outline of a man sitting in the armchair. Cole.

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