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Odd feelings

last update publish date: 2026-08-27 07:46:57
TRISTAN

No fucking way!

I could only gape in shock as my brain processed what my eyes were looking at.

Because standing behind the smudged glass of this local pizzeria was Hunter Beaumont.

The ridiculously bright yellow pizza hat sitting on his head and the matching polo shirt made it painfully obvious what he was doing.

Hunter Beaumont, the most arrogant asshole in this world, was a pizza server at a shitty dive?

Shocked but amused, laughter tickled the back of my throat as I sat o
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    Hunter So I might have had gay sex with my rival while I was shitfaced drunk with no memory of it.No big deal.Okay, I lied.It was a big deal...the biggest deal in the history of deals. I couldn't even pretend to be nonchalant about it. But I couldn't keep freaking out either. I needed to think about things calmly, not my strong suit, but whatever.First of all, there was no pain in my butt so the chances that I was the one who fucked Reeves was looking even higher. Why that filled me with pride, I didn't bother to unpack it but it was probably stupid male ego.Also, since I didn't remember it, it didn't count as sex, and since we were both drunk, it didn't count either.Second, I was straight and, as far as I knew it, Reeves was too. So even if it counted, neither of us probably liked it.Third, he despised me just as much as I despised him, if not more. So there was no reason to bring it up again. What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. Lastly, he was a dude, and if we did 'it'

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    Hunter So I might have had gay sex with my rival while I was shitfaced drunk with no memory of it.No big deal.Okay, I lied.It was a big deal...the biggest deal in the history of deals. I couldn't even pretend to be nonchalant about it. But I couldn't keep freaking out either. I needed to think about things calmly, not my strong suit, but whatever.First of all, there was no pain in my butt so the chances that I was the one who fucked Reeves was looking even higher. Why that filled me with pride, I didn't bother to unpack it but it was probably stupid male ego.Also, since I didn't remember it, it didn't count as sex, and since we were both drunk, it didn't count either.Second, I was straight and, as far as I knew it, Reeves was too. So even if it counted, neither of us probably liked it.Third, he despised me just as much as I despised him, if not more. So there was no reason to bring it up again. What happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. Lastly, he was a dude, and if we did 'it'

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    Hunter I think somebody took a claw hammer to the base of my neck, trying to dig my brains out. Said person had to be a zombie and probably used their bare hands instead of a hammer except zombies didn't exist... right? Ugh. Why was I thinking of zombies? I didn't want to think at all. It hurt to even breath. Every single bad decision I'd made in the last twelve hours was currently throbbing behind my eyeballs, keeping time with the taste of cat piss coating my tongue. I rolled over on my bed, wincing at the rough sheets that rubbed against my face. Why was it so scratchy? Did mom sell my sheets amongst the never ending properties of ours that always seemed to be going on sales these days? I thought she promised not to touch those. Another sharp pain lanced through my skull and I nearly cried out loud. Fine! No more thinking. I should probably get out of bed. Eyes closed, I tried to lift my body but it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out why I

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    ! Tristan's POV Carter let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. "Your old man will tear your skin off with pliers if he catches a stranger in the house, Reeves." He was right, but since he wasn't coming up with better ideas, we were going with mine. "Evie goes through the front door," I said instead, meeting her eyes in the cracked rearview mirror. "Make some noise in the kitchen to draw Lucian and then tell him you dropped a glass or your phone slipped. Just keep his eyes on you, alright?" Evie swallowed hard, and I knew the memory of what he did to her earlier was flashing through her mind, but she nodded. "I can do that." I gave her a grateful nod and then glanced at Carter. "You and I will take Beaumont to my room." Carter cursed but gave me an agreeing nod. I killed the truck’s light two blocks away, coasting to the curb in silence. When I parked, Evie slipped out first, heading toward the porch. A minute later, the muffled clatter of a cupboard slamming shut drifted fro

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