Page 65 of Felix

Chapter 17

Emil

“Well, well. Look who it is. You’ve got some explaining to do, mister.”

I let the door to the studio close behind me, wondering how in the hell Alex knew I was coming. “Were you waiting here for me?”

He scoffs, but he doesn’t deny it. “You and Christian.”

“Um,” I say, skirting past the blonde menace to head down the hall. “Yeah?”

“Don’t yeah me, Kent. What the hell is going on? The way you two were looking at each other Friday night… You can’t tell me that was nothing.”

I give Marco a nod as we pass in the hall. Luckily, when I enter the break room, Alex hot on my heels, the only other person present to witness my interrogation is Dixon.

Turning, I face the firing squad. “We’re dating.”

Alex’s mouth falls open before he recovers. “Since when?”

“Saturday.”

I can see his wheels spinning. “You, the guy who never dates, are going out with your coworker whom you’ve known for all of a few weeks?”

“Um…”

“Kent,” he warns.

“We’ve known each other longer.”

Silence falls, and Dixon snorts.

“You, hush,” Alex says to our coworker before addressing me. “Define ‘longer.’”

I sigh, knowing there’s no way out of this. Alex is going to pry the truth from me, either slowly or by force. Might as well save myself the struggle.

“Christian lives next door to me. We met, or rather started texting, four months ago after he caught me jerking off through the windows of our respective apartment buildings. He applied for this job without knowing I worked here, and now…here we are.”

Alex doesn’t say a word. Not a single one.

“I think you broke him,” Dixon mumbles before taking a sip of his latte. “Bravo.”

“You…” Alex says before pausing. His eyes light. “He’s the one you’re always texting.”

“You solved it, Lois,” I say, taking a seat at one of the tables. I swing my bookbag to the ground as Alex sits across from me.

“Why were you hiding it?” he asks, expression and tone gentle if not a little confused.

Because our relationship, at the time, was based around the fact that I’m an exhibitionist who gets off on my neighbor watching me pleasure myself?

“Um…”

“Not everyone is as open with their lives as you are, Alex,” Dixon points out.

“’Scuse you. Like that’s a bad thing?” Alex retorts.

Dixon levels him with an unimpressed glare. “Pudding pop, darling, my little tater tot, there are things no person needs to know. Like how many cumulative dicks and fingers their coworker’s ass can take.”

Alex turns to me with a grin. “The answer is two plus three.”

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