|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Friday, May 26th -
I lost Finnley somewhere in the crowd and it's freaking me out. The last time I lost sight of him during a night out, things did not end well at all. This time it wasn't even because I was busy trying to get a girl I liked to go on a date with me, but simply because I went to the bathroom.
Jason simply shrugged when I asked him where Finnley was, telling me to look outside because he expected Finnley to be there.
So, that's what I did. I went to look for him outside and I found him, in an alley, some stranger touching him in a sexual way. Finnley leans his head backwards, his eyes closed, his face contorted with pain. Not physical, but mental pain. He seems lost, not at all enjoying what is happening to him right now.
And I don't get it. Because if he went outside with some guy he sure must have agreed on going here? And if he doesn't like what is happening, he could say no, right? But he isn't. He's letting this guy touch him in ways that piss me off to no end. His hand is in Finnley's jeans and Finnley gasps, but doesn't move to either stop him, or to touch him himself.
"Finn." I make my way towards the couple. "What the hell?"
"Cris!" His eyes widen and now he's pushing the guy away from him. The guy looks at me in annoyance, a little pissed because I interrupted.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing..." Finnley lowers his head in shame. "I don't know..." He sounds a bit drunk, but not nearly drunk enough to not know what he's doing.
"Hey, fuck off, will ya?" The guy snapped at me. "This ain't no threesome."
"Fuck of yourself, will you? Didn't you notice he wasn't enjoying it?"
"Does he have to?" The guy smirks. "He certainly wasn't stopping me."
"Get out of here, before I'm gonna break every bone in your sorry little body." I snap, pulling Finnley away from the guy. "You're done."
"Hey! I paid for him. Who the hell are you to tell me to fuck off?"
"You paid?" I shortly look at Finnley, who's standing partially behind me, his head still hanging low in shame, his face flushed. "how much did you pay?"
"I paid 40 quid for a..."
"I don't care what it's for." I groan, grabbing my money, throwing him back his money. "Now get the fuck out of here."
"Whatever, dude. Didn't know he worked for someone..." The guy grumbles while picking up the money, before he leaves.
"Cris..." Finnley whispers.
"What the hell Finnley!?" I call out. "You still rent yourself!?"
"It's easy money..."
"It's wrong! Finn!" I cry out in desperation. "Please tell me that those times you called me, crying, telling me you got used again, you didn't do it yourself. Please tell me you didn't rent your body all those times."
