Christian’s Point of View
There were just three words in all that this arrogant little brat said that stuck with me, and it resounded in my ears.
Humiliation. Gay. Sleep with him.
What the hell is this dude talking about? Does he actually think I am attracted to him? A scrawny little boy? It’s so funny.
Yes, I admit I think he is 'girl pretty', and even smells feminine, but who the f**k does he think I am?
“What in the world makes you think I want you to suck my d**k?” I asked curiously and he blushed. “You know I have always thought something was off about you.”
A small irritation formed in my chest, because I still found him very pretty—I think he is doing all these things intentionally to seduce me, so I shoved him further into the door, and a pained squeal escaped his parted lips
