Hector's POV.
I sputter on my coffee when I see Troy walk out of his apartment on... Bitchy shorts?
Where the f**k is he going dressed like that?
I growl, putting down the coffee cup I'm drinking from in the Cafè across the road from his house. I've been sitting here for hours, restraining myself from barging in to see him. Something smells fishy with the way he just left without a proper goodbye. Could he possibly be in trouble? But his dressing disapproves of this. If there's anything I'm sure of it's that he's headed for a club.
God, I feel so tense right now. I can't stall the thought of Troy giving another man a blowjob...or get himself banged... No, no. That can't happen, he's mine. I own every part of his little sexy body and I'm gonna let him know it. He's not getting away from
