Chapter 13
“Because I need to earn success on my own?”
He whispered in my ear. “If I mount your work for a show, you’ll be too busy to let me mount you.”
“Wait, what?” When Casper drank, he often revealed more than he’d planned. As he began biting my neck, the smell of tequila on his breath almost knocked me over.
“You should have gone to culinary school.”
“Why? I’m an artist. I’m not chef material at—” He cut me off by putting a cloth napkin in my mouth.
“Stop arguing, little boy. Everyone loves the food you make for me.” With one of Casper’s hand between my legs and the other brandishing an XL condom, I couldn’t focus well enough to protest.