‘You’re not my friend. You’re not my… anything, besides my mentor. And even that’s debatable. I don’t have to talk about it with you. I’m here to train, to learn, and that’s it. That’s all I want from you.’ Wilder was glad he was braced against the wall as he felt the wind get knocked out of him. I guess I deserved that, he thought. He hid it well, though, straightening instead. ‘You finished fucking around in here, then?’ ‘If you’ve finished swinging your dick.’
