The CEO'S Plaything
Xavier growled, striding toward him and delivering a hard punch to Dante’s chest.
Dante doubled over, clutching his ribs. "Shit, man! That fucking hurt!" he wheezed, glaring at Xavier.
Xavier rolled up his sleeves, his expression dark. "The next time you do that, I’ll cut off your balls. Hell, I might even castrate you for good measure. And you know damn well I can."
Dante straightened up, rubbing his chest. "Noted. No barging in."
Xavier snorted, grabbing two glasses and pouring whiskey into both. He handed one to Dante, and they clinked glasses before downing the amber liquid. The burn seared their throats, eliciting a mutual hiss of satisfaction.
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