Chapter 37

It was as bad as the goddamned raining men song!

Richie covered his hard dick with a pillow. Ben still had all-around and event finals; bringing all this shit up was probably really selfish, anyway. He’d left the clock, Richie had. Passive-aggressive at the time, in all honesty, if second chances existed, maybe it could be considered a hint. 48

No Club Gold. Ben practiced, then went back to his dorm room to sleep. He woke up cuddling a clock and a shrimp. The first thing he did, after offering each one a goofy kiss, was sign online to check Morning Omlet, to see if he was on the front page.

Then he changed his mind. He’d soon find out one way or another.

He checked his phone to see if Kat had left a voice mail, instead.

Nope.

She must have had one hell of a night!

Something from Rich?

Nope.

Adam?

Nuh-uh.

There was one from his dad. The law firm where they practiced had managed to stop the video from going public.

That’s a relief, at least.

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