his jaw clenches, fists curling; he finds out just because he overheard people chatting about it, the rumor of you being the bases barracks bunny. To say he was just pissed had to be the biggest understatement of the century.

He’s grip tightens where it squeezes your hair, eyes descending down on you with an unbearably condescending expression. He was being so unbelievably aggressive; you struggled to take in his full length. Of course you were blissfully unaware that he knew your secret, thinking that his sudden surge of anger was work related. But you decided to confront him for being so rough on you.

“I just slid my d!ck down your throat and you thanked me for it,” he begins, eyes meeting yours with his cold ones. “So how about you go hop to someone else’s, you seem pretty good at doing that.”