“You haven’t called me in days, and I haven’t even gotten an email from you since yesterday afternoon. I came to check in on you,” he said coldly. “Clearly, I should have done it sooner.” Master’s face darkened to a thunderhead. “So you just thought you could use my spare key and barge in uninvited?” “Yes,” Clayton replied levelly. He gestured at our state of undress, the movement jerky with anger. “What the fuck is this, James?” A muscle ticked in Master’s jaw as he gnashed his teeth. “Nothing you would understand, Vaughn,” he ground out. “The hell I don’t,” Clayton countered darkly as he advanced towards us. “It’s not too difficult to figure out.” Master shifted his body as his friend approached, careful to keep himself between Clayton and me. Clayton stopped short, his own jaw tensing. “What the fuck are you thinking, James?” His eyes skirted around Master, searching for me. Instead, they found the drawings behind me. His face twisted to a mask of fury and disgust as he pointed at the image of Master kissing me. “I trusted you to take care of Jane.
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