Kiss Me if You Can — Chapter 24

DID YOU SLEEP WELL?

YOU...

WHY IS HE SMILING?

SHOULDN'T HE BE ANNOYED ENOUGH TO YELL AT ME?

?

AH, I DIDN'T HAVE ANY CIGARETTES, SO I BORROWED ONE. SORRY.

AH...

DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU QUIT?

I'M BLEEDING.

CIGARETTES ARE PURE POISON, BUT THEY'RE GOOD AT CONSTRICTING BLOOD VESSELS.

...YOUR FACE IS ALL BUSTED UP.

THAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU WORK. GETTING A FEW CUTS ON MY FACE ISN'T A BIG DEAL.

BUT YOUR ARM GOT BITTEN TOO.

IT JUST LOOKS BAD, BUT IT'S FINE.

AND BESIDES, THIS IS MY JOB. PROTECTING YOU.

I JUST DID WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO, SO DON'T LET IT HURT YOU.

WHO THE HELL'S HURT?!

IF NOT, THEN THAT'S GOOD.

YOU'LL DO ANYTHING THE CLIENT ORDERS, HUH?

IF IT'S POSSIBLE, YEAH.

THEN WHAT, COULD YOU KILL SOMEONE TOO?

COULD YOU?

NO, I CAN’T BECOME A CRIMINAL.

HAHA...

I KNEW YOU’D SAY THAT.

...BUT IF YOU GAVE ME A KISS AS PAYMENT, MAYBE I'D THINK ABOUT IT.

ISN'T THAT TOO CHEAP?

IF A KISS ISN'T ENOUGH, THEN WHAT MORE COULD YOU GIVE ME?

CUT THE BULLSHIT.

SHOULD WE SLEEP?

MR. MILLER.

CAN I KISS YOU?

IF I REFUSE... HOW WOULD THIS GUY REACT?

WILL HE JUST GRIN AWKWARDLY LIKE ALWAYS AND CALL ME BY MY NAME?

OR WILL HE GET ANGRY, SAYING HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR ME AND I WON'T EVEN DO THIS MUCH FOR HIM?

BUT...

WHY SHOULD I REFUSE?

...UHM.

UH...!

MR. MILLER...

CAN I GO FURTHER?

THIS GUY'S A BETA.

WE CAN'T GET DRUNK OFF EACH OTHER'S PHEROMONES, NOR CAN I LEAVE A MARK.

SO IS IT JUST THAT HE WANTS TO TUMBLE AROUND WITH ME ONCE?

OR IS HE JUST SCREWING WITH ME?

OR MAYBE, FOR REAL, HE ACTUALLY...

...GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME.

THAT'S A SHAME.

...?

IS HE REALLY JUST WALKING AWAY?

MY CONSENT WAS NEVER IMPORTANT BEFORE.

THERE WERE ONLY EVER PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T CARE ABOUT THE MEANS,

USING PHEROMONES OR DRUGS IF THEY WANTED ME.

HE COULD'VE JUST DEMANDED IT AS PAYMENT FOR SAVING ME, BUT WHY...

I FIGURED THE EARLIEST WOULD BE TOMORROW AFTERNOON...

GUESS LUCK'S ON OUR SIDE.

MR. MILLER, I'M REALLY GLAD YOU MADE IT OUT SAFE!

HAAH. JOSHUA BAILEY. YOU CRAZY BASTARD.

EVEN WITH YOUR ARM TORN UP, YOU'RE STILL KICKING.

ARE YOU OKAY?

IF I DON'T LOOK OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU HELP ME?

HERE, HOLD-

...MR. MILLER?

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING YOUR HANDS, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS?