Duncan sat alone in the dim glow of his lair, phone screen the only light cutting through the heavy shadows. One leg crossed over the other, jaw clenched so tight it ached. He scrolled through Instagram there were endless rows of women with perfect curves, soft smiles, bodies that should have done something for him.
Nothing.
He switched to the hookup app. A long list of available women, profiles screaming availability, all of them ready to drop everything if he called. Still nothing. Just irritation crawling under his skin like ants.
"Heh… here I am needing pussy and all I feel is pissed off."
He exhaled sharply and closed the app. His thumb moved on its own, scrolling through contacts. He wasn't thinking. He didn't want to think. The name popped up anyway.
Twink.
Duncan stared at it like the phone had betrayed him.
"A hole is a hole anyway," he muttered, thumb already pressing call before his brain could catch up.
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