Chapter 141 - Our Bed

"What... What the hell are you talking about! Are you insane?" 

Ryley put away his phone from his face and practically slammed it on top of the towel beside him, feeling irritated but his cheeks only got so warm, warmer than before. 

"So what if I am? You drive me insane every time." Clyde said, his breath getting heavy. "Fuck... I should've really taken you with me."

The blond clenched his fists, head clearly fuming with the heat from getting embarrassed. Or flustered, to be precise.

"Over my dead body, you horny bastard!" 

He technically yelled as he stepped out of the bathtub, but his voice was way lighter as he cursed his man, hissing the remnants of his strength to endure Clyde's seductive voice.