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Part 22

I was beyond furious. He'd enjoyed it, I'd been careful with him, and now he regretted the whole thing? Usually, I was the guy who was begged for seconds, but Moondrop had barely considered it nice. Nice, damn it. I don't know when I'd last heard the word, especially referring to sex with me.

I damn well knew that I couldn't stand being near him anymore, that was certain. He'd looked physically heart-broken, curled up in the corner of the hot tub and fiddling at his tail, all the while refusing to spare me more than the occasional glance. First, he'd been all jealous because of Taz – and after having sex with me, he'd apparently decided that it wasn't worth the trouble.

He was such a fucking tease, it wasn't even funny anymore.

I arrived at the office ten minutes later, certain that Joe was still working because the system told me that he hadn't checked out yet. He was gazing outside, a phone pressed to his ear when I barged into his room, causing him to turn towards me with a frown.

"Excuse me, Mrs Woods, I'll have to call you back. - Yes, it's urgent. - Thank you. Good evening to you, too." He hung up with a sigh and threw his phone onto his desk, then walked over towards me, head cocked to the side and a tight smile on his lips. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I grunted because basically, everything.

Joe snorted. "Right. I guess then we'll be getting drunk because of nothing tonight."

He eyed me sceptically. "Seriously, Vince. It's that tiger of yours?"

I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. Moondrop was driving me insane. He occupied my mind most of the day, yet I was unable to make sense of him and his behaviour. What was worse, he refused to talk about it.

"Vince," Joe sighed, regaining my attention. His speckled green eyes lacked their usual fire. "I know I'm the one who kept bugging you to get a pet but seriously, I meant maybe one of Taz' litter or something. Someone who's fun and not just a ginormous cockblocker."

"Well, too late for that," I snapped flatly, images of Moondrop writhing in my sheets still prominent on my mind. "He's just turned the cock blocking up a notch."

Joe raised an eyebrow pointedly, so I elaborated. "He fucking played me. I don't know what's wrong with him. He goes out with Leah, and when he returns - "

"Wait, wait, wait!" Joe interrupted exasperated, shaking his head at me. "You're talking about 'your crazy secretary' Leah? You let her talk to him, and now you're wondering what's gotten into him?"

I wasn't going to argue with him about Leah. They both liked throwing insults at each other, especially when they were about each other behind their backs, especially to me. It made me feel like a child caught between divorced parents.

"I thought it was going to be fine, okay? I mean, once she'd left, he literally jumped me, acting all cute and needy and God, you should've seen him," I groaned and dropped down on his couch, yet again running a through my hair.

Joe rolled his eyes. "So you fucked him?"

"Yes! And now he's fucking saying he regrets it."

This asshole of a friend burst out laughing, loud enough to be heard all the way down the floor – and for me to narrow my eyes him. He wasn't fazed, though.

"The fuck, Joe?"

"Come on," he wheezed, grinning from one ear to the other. "It's ridiculous. The great Vince worried over a pet not liking his dick."

"He liked it very much," I snapped, though I wasn't entirely sure about that. He might've had an orgasm, but he had only claimed it as nice, which was pretty much the same as saying it had been okay, and okay could also mean shitty. Besides, he doesn't want to a repetition.

"Sure," Joe teased, then waved the comment off. "You know what? You shouldn't care. He's not worth the trouble. If he doesn't want to, let him. It's not like you don't have friends that enjoy your company."

I sighed, aware that he was referring to his own pet, the one that was eager to please either of us or both at once. Still, I didn't want Taz, I wanted Moondrop. Just that I could have one and not the other.

Joe dropped down on the couch next to me, patting my back. "We've all had to go through rejection in our lives, was just a question of time until it happened to you, too."

I guessed I had been rejected, and it sucked big time, so when Joe pulled me closer, I didn't resist. He rubbed his nose against my temple, then briefly kissed the delicate skin, but I felt terrible despite his affection.

"Come on, you're better than that. It's his fault if he can't see it, hm?" he cooed close to my ear before tenderly nibbling at my lobe. My groin responded, chasing away some of the nausea that came from my crestfallen heart. I moaned as Joe's tongue darted out, pushing into the sensitive crevasse lying behind my jaw.

He turned my face towards his at the sounds, then claimed my lips in a familiar kiss. I was glad to give in to the pleasure, to be embraced without having to fear rejection afterwards. It was difficult to forget about Moondrop at first, but Joe took me home later, and we got drunk beyond reason.