‘WHAT?! Hector doesn't know about this? How could you not tell him, he'd have that old prude behind bars by now,’ Franc fumes from his position at the edge of the bed. The wedding reception had been over since an hour ago and Chas dropped him off at my place to go check on some office work.
Typical Chas to have nine bodyguards stationed outside my bedroom door right now.
‘Of course, I couldn't tell him. We just met this morning. I can't just shove my problems in his face. Besides I've never been known to be needy or ask for anyone's help,’
Unlike Franc who feels he need a man to keep him safe, I have my way of sorting things out. I don't need to tell a partner I'm in deep trouble. A knight in shining armour isn't just my thing. I've known Fredrick Telson for so long now. He's just a bug
