บททั้งหมดของ Catfishing the Captain: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 17

Victor shot up from his bed. His phone almost fell of his hands from the abrupt motion. He caught it swiftly with one hand, while the other clutched the edge of his bed tight. He exhaled and stared at the request. His eyebrows knotted on his forehead and his lips pursed in confusion. The message was out of the blue, quite frankly, something he would have never seen coming.A picture with his shirt off?Victor swung his foot off the bed and stood up. If he had still been fooled that it was Sandra behind his phone screen, and not Knox, he would have been excited. His heart would have raced and he would have been all too happy to give her a show of his well-defined, toned chest and abdomen—maybe, showing her a little more downwards into his slacks. He would have even flexed a little bit but because he knew who was asking, it threw him off his centre, even more so than he already was.Why was the man asking for something like that? What would he even do with a picture of him with his shir

Dying was an option.Knox was one hundred percent sure it was a better alternative than facing Victor at this point. There was simply no goddamn way he would be able to look the man in the eye and not cringe into hell. The pure disgust would be evident on his face—all too clear to the man himself that he had seen his mighty, massive cock in all its glory.“Lieutenant Knox,” the intercom pitched in again, jolting him a second time, sending his erratic, throbbing pulses skyrocketing higher than they already were. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He couldn’t disobey a command, especially from Victor, but every warning bell in his head screamed to choose punishment over whatever shit was brewing in Victor’s office.What the hell did the man have to say to him anyway? How could he even talk and look anyone in the eye after sending a woman such a raunchy picture in the first place?Knox tried to rationalize Victor’s behavior in his head, but the man had never been understanda

 Knox wasn't sure what thought was going through his head when Victor's cock presented itself like a hammer in his face. Everything went blank the moment his eyes zeroed in on the man's appendage.The picture had been a lie. It was huge. Knox felt his throat tighten just from looking at it. Victor's grip on the back of his head was harsh, almost bruising, as he stared down at him with barely any sanity in his expression—just pure wrath.The man was pissed. So pissed, Knox was certain all of it had relocated into the rigid length aimed at him, ready to teach him a lesson. That desired location was wrapped, poking out of his boxers, and Victor's hands were pulling it down.No man should be that huge. How Victor walked around with that monster was a true testament to his personality. Knox grimaced as he finally tore his gaze away to meet Victor's blazing, irrational eyes."Are you going to shove that down my throat? What good will that eve

"You need to calm down," Aaron said, kneeling in the doorway as he shoved his shoes onto his sock-covered feet."If it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t be happening right now," Knox gritted from the end of the bed, his head in his hands."No shit. We wouldn’t have our boy’s nights back if it wasn’t for me, mate," Aaron chuckled as he tied his shoelaces. "Thanks for the acknowledgment.""Fuck you," Knox spat. He wanted to share the excitement of his team, to feel that anticipation of letting loose, winding down, enjoying one night of no supervision, no rules, just pure bachelorhood—but now that was off the table. Victor, that son of a bitch, was playing with his emotions. He’d seen that aggravatingly pleased expression on Victor’s face tonight when he’d laid down that hammer. Knox despised the man so much it was becoming unbearable."You won’t even notice the captain is there once some alcohol hits y