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I spun to face Nolan, a dozen emotions bubbling to the surface. Mostly anger and jealousy. And hurt and disbelief. “What the fuck is going on?”

Nolan sighed. “Can I get you a drink? Looks like we could all use one.”

He walked right past me, produced a bottle of whisky and two glasses, then asked Fitch and his friend if they wanted one.

What in the blindsided fuck was going on here?

He knew him?

Nolan knew my boy?

I could barely get my brain to scrape together two firing neurons.

And then my phone rang. I saw Marek’s name on the screen and hit Answer. “Hello, darling. We got your message. Everything okay?”

I stared at Nolan, at these two boys, and swallowed hard. It seemed my situation with Fitch had just changed anyway. “I’ll have to take a raincheck, sorry.”

“That’s perfectly fine. Just a phone call away.”

I disconnected the call, trying to get my temper in check. “So you’re not sick,” I said to Nolan.

Fitch’s friend stood up and went to Nolan, putting himself between me and him. He touched Nolan, put his hand on his waist while keeping his eyes on me, reassuring and protective. They then had some private, whispered conversation and my head was beginning to spin.

Then Fitch sauntered his way over to me, smiling like this entire interaction was completely normal.

“So your name actuallyisDom,” he said with that damn smile I’d tried to not think about all day. “I thought it was a title or a status.” He raked his eyes up and down me without shame. “You look hot as fuck in that suit. My god. Order me to my knees right now?—”

I put my hand up and took a breath to calm down. “I’m going to need someone to start explaining what’s going on here.” My gaze lasered in on Fitch. “Is he... paying you?”

Because the jealous part of me couldn’t deal with that. I knew he slept with other men; he was a rent boy, after all. But not with any of my friends.

I wouldn’t be able to deal with that. I couldn’t even bear thinking about it.

Fitch, of course, seemed to find that funny. “Oh no. Not me. I’m just here for moral support. That guy over there belongs to Nolan.”

The guy in question, Fitch’s friend and the one who was clinging to Nolan, with the dark curly hair and big brown eyes, gave me a wave.

“No onebelongsto me,” Nolan mumbled.

Yeah well, Fitch belonged tome.

That was now, apparently, very clear to me.

With another sigh, Nolan took a whisky in each hand and walked one over to me. “Take a seat. I’ll explain everything.”

FOUR

FITCH

Well,holy fucking shit.

The things I learned today.

My Dom knew Benji’s Nolan. I mean, it kinda tracked, to be fair. Both rich and professional, and they both frequented the club 180. Of course they knew each other.

And Dom was his real name. Well, Dominic. As opposed to dominant, which is what I assumed it stood for.

Dominic.

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