Fourteenth Nightfall
"You love him?
.....but I was your first."
Beau's eyes widened.
"What? You think I didn't notice that night? I had you first, beautiful." Flynn hissed at Beau as the latter tried to get out of his grip.
Flynn's hands are on Beau's upper arms pressed firmly against the cream colored bathroom walls. His right knee is between Beau's legs.
Beau smirked after not being able to escape. Again.
"First? So what? I was playing around. You were just another conquest." Beau answered coldly.
Flynn's face is unreadable. He is fuming inside and he couldn't control all the emotions. Anger. Guilt. Regret.
His grip on Beau's arms loosened and before he knew it, the younger man disappeared from his sight.
'Beau, I'm sorry. But I'll get you back.'
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~~~Flashback
