Chapter 18

“Where’s your beefy boxer sidekick with the long dick?” he asked in a snippy manner.

“He’s not my sidekick, Chad.”

“So he’s not bending you over your sofa like I used to do?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s too bad for you. You always did like a hefty fuck over your sofa.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re an asshole, Chad. Do you know that?”

“Some guys think so, but my new boyfriend doesn’t.”

I had to ask, “Who’s that?”

“Cody Maslow.”

“The lightweight boxer?”

“That’s him.”

“You’re lying to me just for the attention.”

Cody had married recently and adopted a daughter. His wife, Lori, ended up pregnant with their second child. I knew that because Cody had a membership at Ranard’s. Besides, the ring world comprised a small list of boxers who knew about other boxers, right? Why wouldn’t we?

He shook his head and said, “I’m not lying. I swear to God.”

Again, I rolled my eyes. “Cody’s straight. He wouldn’t go anywhere near a dick.”