Chapter 90

Clifford said nothing, his gaze fixed on a distant point as he considered the implications.

"What are you two talking about?" Flint flopped onto the sofa next to Killian.

Killian smirked. “We were just discussing the ladies. Are you having a good time?"

Flint grinned. "Hell yeah. Hey, Clifford, did you win the lottery or something? I've never seen you order so many girls to keep us company. You never used to let us." Clifford glanced at him coolly. "They're for you. Don't let them go to waste."

"...What do you mean, 'don't let them go to waste'? I'm still an innocent young man!" Clifford let out a low chuckle and ignored him.

Killian, however, couldn't resist. "Really? You're always begging for company, and you're telling me you're still innocent? I find that hard to believe."

Flint's face flushed. "Of course! You think I'm like you guys? All proper on the surface, but behind closed doors..." He trailed off, realizing he'd said too much, and quickly covered his mouth.