“You just told the entire fucking world that my dick belongs to you,” Rhodes sneered, getting in my face. I rolled my eyes. “It was easier to include you than to try and explain that I’d never want to claim the stuffy fuck who probably wears tighty-whities.” If steam could blow out of someone’s ears like the cartoons, Rhodes would’ve been puffing like a geyser. The best part was that I knew he wore tight, little, red boxer briefs, thanks to our night in the maze, so I took immense satisfaction in fucking with him.
