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“No,” I snapped. “Do you not remember what happened last time?”

“Yes, but it was an accident that I fell,” he said defensively.

“You fell on a fucking kid, Dax, and that wasn’t the first time you hit or fell on anyone else,” I snarled. “Either work the concession stand or quit and at this point, I’m really hoping for the latter.”

“I don’t think that is fair,” Dax said, attempting to look brave.

I walked up to him, glaring down at him. “Then fucking quit.”

“I…I man?—”

I growled. “Choose your next fucking words wisely, Dax.”

He stayed quiet, looking like he might shit himself.

“If you quit, tell Celeste and if I find out you left without a word, I’ll send Boogie to go find you,” I snarled.

“Uh… I’m… Ok,” he stammered before running away.

I took a deep breath, watching him scurry away.

Sometimes, I hated running this place and dealing with my high ratio of idiots.

By the time I made it back to the trailer, it was late afternoon. Music was playing when I opened the door and the man that helped me run this place was in a towel drinking water in the small kitchen we had. Boogie wasn’t just the man that helped me run this place, he was also the person who was in my bed at night.

“Hey, I was wondering when you were going to be back,” he said, giving me a soft smile.

Boogie was the complete opposite of the person I thought I would end up with. He looked like an angelic model. His hairwas golden blond, with gray eyes, chiseled jaw, pouty lips and a body that people would (and did) worship. He was the light to my darkness. If he didn’t have so many tattoos, he would have looked like everything good in this world, but he was far from it. He had been tarnished during his childhood and because of that, Boogie was anything but angelic. He was the boogie man who haunted the night and relished in your screams.

“I had a talk with Addie,” I said, closing the door.

He raised his brow at me. “What did she say?”

“That she loves funnel cake.” He tensed. “And tonight will be different if we want it to be.”

“That woman creeps me out,” he said, rubbing his smooth jaw.

“I know, me too,” I said, grabbing his glass from him to drink the rest of his water.

“Do we want it to be different?” He bit his lip.

“It’s just one night,” I said, rubbing my thumb on his lips, stopping him from chewing on it. “She might not even show up tonight.”

“Do you really think it’s going to be just one night?” He bit my thumb.

I shrugged. “One night and then she’s gone. There’s always a chance we won’t see her again.”

“Are you going to be ok with that? We know how possessive you get,” Boogie kissed my jaw. “Are you going to be ok seeing me fuck her?”

“Are YOU going to be ok?” I don’t know why I asked if I already knew the answer.

“Oh, come on, King, you know I love to see someone fucking you or riding your cock.” He grazed his teeth below my jaw. “You’re the possessive one.”

“It’s cause you’re mine and I don’t share,” I growled, knowing it wasn’t fair that I could fuck people, but he wasn’t allowed to.

It was our unspoken rule that if we had sex with anyone else it would be together.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it?” He slid his hand over my ass. “Imagine how she would feel with both of us sinking into her tight pussy.”

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