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Ten
“Holy shit.” I gaped at the screen of my phone as I read the text that had been sent to me while I was working.
The bar had closed nearly twenty minutes earlier, and all of us left behind to clean up were just about done with our duties for the night. I’d just grabbed my phone where I’d left it sitting by the cash register when I’d noticed I had a waiting message.
Have you been a good boy since our first encounter? I’ll only give you a repeat of last night if you’ve been a good boy.
The sender showed up as...Midnight Visitor.
“Holy f*****g shit.”
“What?” Noel asked curiously as he came up to me from behind.
I spun toward him, feeling the instinctive need to shield my screen from his eyes. But then I told myself that was stupid. There was no need to keep this from him. No reas
