Chapter 8

“Look, I know…I know I can rock your world. My libido is unstoppable. I can promise you’ll have a good time with me. Don’t let yourself down. Suck my knob tonight.”

“No go, man. It isn’t happening. We have no connection. Sex with you isn’t going to bring us together as a couple. I know that, and you know that.”

“You’re a prudent asshole. No wonder you’re single. You need to give men more head. You need to suck dick and stop being a dickhead.”

“My game, my rules,” I told him, turning my truck into the Dude Pushes parking lot.

“Miller didn’t tell me you’re a fucker.”

“I might be picky, but I’m not a fucker.” I parked the truck between a Mercedes and another truck. Then I grabbed my gym bag from the backseat, which was a birthday gift from Regan.

“You’ll forever be single if you don’t give men a try, Victor. My cock will feel pretty good in your throat, and you know it.”

I ignored his comment. “I’m at where I need to be. We’ll chat later, Byran.”