Chapter 15When Micah first stepped into the room, cloth in hand, he’d been so distracted by Elliot’s (fine) ass that he hadn’t noticed what was happening. Then he’d seen the cash slipping into his junk box, and he knew it was forty dollars.
The missing forty dollars.
His heart sank, colliding with his stomach that roiled at being proven right. At the betrayal. But the shock and disappointment didn’t last long—rage flared from his churning gut. “What the f**k are you doing?”
Elliot spun around, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and c**k swinging distractedly below. He clasped his hands in front of himself, fingers knotting. “I, uh…was snooping?”
The lie didn’t even feel half-hearted it was so weak, and yet the fact Elliot had tried fueled Micah’s anger. “With cash? Interesting. And it happens
