After pretending what I heard was extinct, I politely asked Rye to hand me some clothes; after getting dressed I exited the bathroom - finding Rye on my bed. He had an expression that you would have it you saw the Devil himself, eyes were wide filled with fear as he chewed on his finger nail - leg repeatedly fidgeting.
"You okay?" I asked - actually kind of freak out because of his odd state.
"Andy. There's something I need to tell you, and honestly. I don't know how to say it."
Frowning I strolled over to where he sat - sitting down next to him, my ears open.
"What?"
Taking a deep breath Rye opened his mouth but nothing slipped off his tongue; it was like he was stuck.
"Rye it's okay, you can tell me. I won't judge." I reassured but he shook his head, "I doubt you'll be saying that afterwards." I gave a sunshine smile. "I promise." Rye finally gave in before saying,
"Me and the guys. We made a bet a few months ago, if I got to...f-fuck you and have proof. They'll stop bugging me."
My mouth agape, I didn't have any words. Was he being for real? Is this a dream that I haven't woken up from? After all that shit we've done, was all a part of his next phase to fuck me?! I knew he saw the flames behind my eyes, as he immediately raise his hands in surrender.
"Andy calm down. Just let me explain."
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Hello beautiful people! This story is almost finished, I just really need to make these chapters a lot longer! Saturday & Sunday I will not be present because I am visiting my sister & nephew for the weekend, on Monday when I get back ASAP I will update this story.
Thank you so much for everything! All the reads! 1.1K I am literally so surprised, I am live-quacking - there isn't a word to explain the amount of appreciation!
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The Bet ~Randy Fic~
De TodoA bet is a bet, but how does a bet make something much deeper than it's supposed to be? Rye Beaumont x Andy Fowler
