Page 20 of Dissolving Prejudice

Forcing my eyes open, I glared at him. “Would you please shut up?”

“Nope.”

Tired, I rubbed my jaw. “Why the fuck are you naked?”

“I’m not naked,” he announced, then moved closer to the couch.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Why are you in your underwear?”

“I spilled water over my clothes.”

“Sure.” I huffed the word, then brought the bottle to my lips and took a sip. The bitter liquor almost matched the shitty flavor I was left with after meeting Shay-Lee.

Despite not being invited, Oro moved to sit beside me, his body pressing against my side. “Would you lend me something to wear?” he asked while caressing his fingers along my biceps.

“No.” I sipped from my beer.

“Why not?”

“’Cause I don’t want you to wear my fucking clothes.”

“You’re an asshole.” He slapped my arm, then got up and strolled into the kitchen.

I heard the fridge open and close before he returned to sit beside me with his own drink. Bringing the cap to his mouth, he opened the beer with his teeth and then spat it aside.

“You better clean that up when you leave.”

“Sure,” he answered like a brat before taking a long gulp, nearly emptying half the bottle.

And while I hoped drinking would keep him quiet, sadly, it didn’t.

“Why are you sulking like a bitch?”

My jaw tensed at his comment, but instead of answering him, I finished my drink in one go. Toro got off my lap just before I stood and walked to the kitchen, where I threw the empty bottle in the trash can.

“I’m going to take a shower. You can sleep on the couch if you want.”

Not waiting for his response, I walked straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Surprise, surprise, I found Oro’s clothes tossed on the floor. With a sigh, I picked them up and placed them on the counter before stripping naked. The last thing I wanted tonight was to put up with Oro’s bullshit, but I didn’t have it in me to kick him out. Despite everything, he was just a kid who was selling his body for a living. I was the same not too long ago, and I knew what he was feeling probably better than anyone. So, if staying here gave him a bit of an escape from the filthy world he was living in, I could handle it.

Getting under the strong stream, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the hot water rather than the images of Shay-Lee wrapped around Jordan. I felt like such a fool for how confident I’d been. For how stupid I was to think he’d actually wait for me after I’d left him at his worst. But back then, I had to leave. I was so angry and wrathful that I had to do something with my rage. I couldn’t just pretend the monster within me hadn’t awoken from its sleep and was in search of blood. So, I left, and it cost me everything.

“And here I hoped I’d catch you jerking off.” Oro’s voice snapped me back to the present, and I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at me, his eyes focusing on my ass. My jaw tightened, and I turned off the water before stepping out of the shower.

Shamelessly checking out my dick, Oro licked his lips. “Your cock is a work of art, Camilo. You know that, right?”

Something inside me snapped, and I clenched my hands into tight fists. “Don’t say my name.”

Oro’s brows rose up, and he looked at me in shock before a deviant smile crept on his face. “Why? Is it only saved for him?”

“You’re out of line.” My voice carried a clear warning, and yet he chose to ignore it by smirking at me.

“Is that so?” he hummed as I reached for the towel, but the brat snapped it away before I could.

“Give it back.”

“Nope.”

My temper sparked, and I glared at him. “Stop messing around.”