Chapter 4Sunday, May 16, 2010
Phillipe heard the front door close. He wouldn’t have heard it if he hadn’t already been awake; Delron knew how to move quietly in the night.
With a sigh, he reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table: a quarter past three. Why is Delron going out at this time on a Sunday morning?
All Phillipe could think of was the man he’d seen with Delron. A handsome, dark-haired man who didn’t look a day over twenty-five. He saw images of them rolling around in a bed, both of them panting and sweaty. He saw Delron with his lips wrapped around the stranger’s c**k. Delron on all fours while the other man thrust into him. Their moans were ringing through the room even though he knew they weren’t there. But maybe they exist in another bedroom, maybe Del is on his knee
