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No one ever did.

He wouldn’t find love there like the other men. Stryker hadn’t even been loved by the people who had brought him intothis world. Or the ones that had been paid to raise him. There was just something about him that was…unlovable.

The beeping of the air fryer yanked him from those terrible thoughts.

Stryker jumped up to grab a paper plate and dumped his nuggies on it. He grabbed ketchup from the fridge and added some to the plate. The perfect balanced meal of yummy nuggies. Of course it was better with an ice-cold coke.

Returning to the desk, he began to munch away as Drake called the family to the table for their dinner.

He snorted. The family. Like they were mafia or something. Which maybe they were for all Stryker knew. They were a powerful group of paranormal and humans. They pretty much ran the entire town. The businesses opened helped fund the community. Until Gavin and his family had come, the town had been dying off. Now as an in between the state park and university, the town thrived. Mafia, maybe.

Stryker finished off his nuggies before eyeing the freezer. There were another three bags inside. Maybe just a few more nuggies.

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Gavin

He ignored the laptop open on his desk as Gavin slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Gavin knew, could practically feel the eyes watching him. Stryker was there. He was always there.

Gavin turned and faced the laptop camera then threw the shirt into the corner of the room. He sat on the edge of themattress, staring directly at the camera before picking up his phone.

Purposely he scrolled through the messages he’d received earlier from his little stalker.

Get off my ass?

Or get off on my ass?

I do have a fantastic ass!

Want to see it?

(Picture of Stryker’s ass in form-fighting black pants)

The first five messages were amusing.

Gavin kept scrolling.

Why are you ignoring me?

Stop smiling at Levi!

Are you talking about me?

You are, aren’t you?

If you answered my messages, you could be talking to me!!!

Gavin could just imagine how frustrated Stryker had gotten. He was the type that needed attention on him all the time. Leaning back on one elbow, Gavin went to the spicy texts.

Levi already has a mate.

He doesn’t want your fine bod, but I do.

Will you give me a show tonight? Like you did a couple nights ago? Strip for me?

Come on, Papi! Show me the goods.

You know you want to.

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