Page 80 of Explosive Prejudice

I threw an empty can of soda at him, which he easily dodged.

He laughed. “I’m joking! But seriously, are you gay? Bi? Pan?”

“Didn’t we agree that it’s offensive to ask that?”

“I broke into your house, threatened your friends, and beat them up. Twice. I think we’re way past the offensive phase.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I grunted. “You make it extremely difficult to like you.”

“Oh, my God,” he gasped. “Did you just admit to liking me?”

This time, I picked up an old wig from the floor and threw it at his face.

He dodged that one, too.

“Just hurry up and clean so we can get out of here.”

He sighed as he bent down to pick up the wig. “Looks to me like you’re avoiding the question.”

“It’s a stupid-ass question, that’s all. And honestly, I don’t give a shit about all that crap.”

He gave me a raised eyebrow. “The fuck you mean you don’t give a shit?”

He looked genuinely surprised. “Wait, did you think that I was some homophobic asshole or something? That I’d have this breakdown for liking dick?”

Rubbing his chin and looking away, he shrugged. Amazed by his lack of response, I stared at him with my mouth slightly open.

“You little shit. You did think that. You do realize I live with four gay guys, yeah?”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”

“How so?”

“Dunno.” He kicked some garbage with his shoe. “So what was the point of that rule you had, the no men thing?”

He was a resourceful little shit, and I was too hot and too tired for it. Walking toward him, I threw some garbage into the bag he was holding, then flicked his forehead. He flinched, closing his eyes and rubbing the spot, but before he whined about it, I grabbed his chin and forced his face up. “I was never interested in men, yet I think your cock’s fucking gorgeous, and I could die happily buried deep inside your tight little ass.” I leaned closer and darted my tongue to wet my bottom lip, and his eyes followed the action like a curious kitten as he swallowed hard. Smirking, I ghosted my breath over his lips, getting his attention back. “There you have it. I’m gay for your perky ass. Since it’s what you wanted to hear, can we move the fuck on because my balls are melting into my boxers, and I’m a second away from having a heatstroke.”

Still shocked, Shay-Lee remained frozen, and I had to admit it was an adorable reaction. If it weren’t for the shreds of sanity in my brain and that I really was about to pass out from the heat, I would have pinned him against the wall and shoved my tongue down his throat five minutes ago.

Letting go of his chin, I stepped back. “Vamos, Princesa. Get back to work.”

He blinked several times while brushing the back of his hand over his flushed cheeks, trying to erase the evident red.

“I hate you,” he muttered under his breath, making me snort a laugh.

After pouting some more, he started to actually work, and we wrapped it up after twenty minutes. The brat. I knew that if he’d moved his ass faster, it would’ve taken us half the time. I swore that each day, he worked slowly on purpose, extending our time together, and each day, I pretended it bothered me.

“What will you do tomorrow?” he asked after we threw all the garbage bags into the dumpster outside.

Cleaning my hands over my pants, I looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Today was the last day of my punishment, meaning tomorrow, you’re all alone.”

I forgot that I had another few weeks of doing this shit for beating that idiot dickface in the hall.

“I’ll finish faster, that’s for sure.”

“I can come and help you.”

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