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“I also have pictures of you.”

“Sofuckingbe it!”

But it was Casey who surprised me the most, but perhaps I shouldn’t have been.

“Goddammit, Finn! This is consensual!”

“Bullshit it is! Did you know he touched me? He got me hard to take pictures of my fucking cock. Then he tried to get me to suck him off!”

Casey looked back at the older man with doubt in his eyes. “W-what?”

“Let me guess, he told you he cared about you.”

The truth was clear in his dark eyes.

“Is he the one you told me about?”

Casey’s hurt, dark eyes said it all.

“Both of you get out. Your agent will hear of this! You two are finished in this industry.”

“But…” Casey suddenly started sobbing, then turned angry fists on me, hitting my chest over and over. “I hate you! What am I going to fucking do now?”

“I’mtryingto help you,” I said, grabbing his hands to stop him.

“Help me? I didn’t ask for fucking help,Finn!”

I was floored, not knowing what to say. “But…”

He sobbed louder as he grabbed his clothes, quickly got dressed, and ran out of the room.

I turned to face the photographer. “Our careers may be over, but so is yours. Fuck you!”

He stood and waved a dismissive hand before zipping up his pants. “You really think you can end me? Do you really think other young men haven’t tried? Please.”

I grabbed his camera and smashed it on the ground, and when I found the memory card holding the images, I shoved it into my pocket.

“That’s mine!”

I stormed out of there to his yelling and walked out to shocked faces, who probably heard the entire thing.

“If you all have any fucking sense, you’ll leave right now!” I said to the waiting models before walking off.

I hired a driver to take me to the airport, and I got the first flight out of there back to DC. As the plane took off, I quickly shot a text to my agent, telling her I quit.

Father was working at the club tonight, so when I got home, I scrubbed my body for an hour before curling up in a blanket burrito in bed, quickly falling asleep from my horrible day and the end of my career.

Chapter 25

Knox

Icamehomeafterthree in the morning to find Finn’s car in the garage. He wasn’t due to be back for another two days. Did something happen? Was he sick?

I rushed upstairs to check on him, expecting him to be in my bed, but he wasn’t there. So, he must have been sick. That was the only time he didn’t sleep with me whenever he was home.

His bedroom door was shut, only confirming my worries. I hoped it wasn’t too bad, but flu season was coming. Although we’d had our vaccines because we had to work in public spaces so much.

I gently rapped on his door with a knuckle, but there was no answer or response, so I quietly opened his door and found a lump in the bed. With a glance around the room, I saw a box of tissues and some used ones wadded up on the nightstand.

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