Chapter 241: The price of being responsible
What part of no penetration didn’t get through to you? Listen, it’s not about the actual act, but the pheromones that you emit when you do it. I don’t give a flying fuck who is fucking who, no means no.
His dreams, crushed once more.
Andrew didn’t think he was going to recover this time. He was close to tears as he laid his head against his desk, Michael’s text open on his phone. His phone vibrated again and he glanced over, noticed he had been texted by Maxwell and Michael both, and rolled back, wanting to cry.
He knew that Maxwell was going to be asking what Michael said. He’d been sending messages checking in with him to see what Michael said since he’d suggested that there was a loophole, pun intended.
Michael was the one who got back to him late, and now here he was, having to crush both of their dreams.
"Are you okay, Andy?" Richard’s voice held only concern for the other man. "I haven’t seen you pull that move in years." Richard told him and Andrew groaned.
"I am never going to recover. God, why do I have to be a good person?" Andrew complained, and Dr. Cox laughed.
"Well, you’d be a terrible scientist if you weren’t. Immoral, some would say." She teased, not knowing Andrew’s past. Richard nearly choked, knowing Andrew’s past, while Andrew remained as he was. Slumped over, the desk holding up his body from his forehead.
"That doesn’t comfort me right now, Dr. Cox." Andrew complained, whining. Richard chuckled.
"Awe, is the big baby complaining because he doesn’t get to spend time with his Maxy-Waxy?" Andrew groaned. It was horrible that Richard was teasing him without knowing the whole truth, and also for getting it so damn correct. He hit the nail on the head, and it pissed him off and made him sad at the same time.
I am upset. I’m inconsolable. Damn this changing body!" Andrew lifted his head up, and then slammed it against the desk.