Chapter 15

When Anjelo began to submit to him, Lathe hesitated. On one hand he wanted to teach Anjelo a lesson, but on the other he knew that he was falling in love with him. But, hell, he had to do what he had to do, and stopped abruptly.

“First things first,” he said as he looked deeply into Anjelo’s eyes.

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Anjelo watched as he lifted himself from his body, found his wallet, and opened it.

Just then Lathe pulled a wad of bills from his wallet, scattered them across Anjelo’s chest and said, “I hope that’s enough. How much does a man like you cost. I mean…being an angel and all.”

“You’re paying me?”

Lathe moved away and looked at him with a twist of his lips. “Let this be a lesson, Anjelo…with a j. You may be immune to my words, but there’s always a way of insulting someone without them.”