"What? Did you just ask me to strip and lay down the bed?" Ryley couldn't believe his ears. He stomped forward and yanked the man's arm, looking furious.
"I don't have the time to deal with your sick joke! Do you think you can toy with me like I'm some kind of a whore?! Where's that boy!?!!" He yelled, sinking his sharp claws into the man's hard flesh.
Clyde's face turned grim in an instant. He was trying to be nice to him but this pretty face couldn't even shut up about someone else when they were together.
He wanted to shout back at the blond, and forced him to tell why he cared this much for the brat who almost killed them both. But he didn't want to waste his time bickering with Ryley, so he pulled his hand and tossed him on the king size bed.
The man climbed on top of Ryley fast, locking him under his looming figure. Then he placed his palm on top of the handsome model's chest and lightly pressed it. "I told you the guards will come if your heartbeat keeps increasing."
