Riley waved his hand dismissively and grinned. "No rush! Before I hear anything else from you, my boyfriend here needs to take me to a hotel."

Logan's face twisted in horror. "Wait. What did you just say? A hotel?"

Riley batted his eyelashes, his black eyeshadow looking absolutely ridiculous. "Yeah, that's right! To get a room! I know who you are. You're Logan from the Kellers, a notorious bad boy of Blumedale's elite. Sleep with me, and I'll do anything you want afterward."

Logan snapped. His temper boiled over as he smacked Riley across the face. "Go to hell, you freak! I've had enough of your garbage. Damn it. Do you think I'm actually going to be your little backdoor plaything? What kind of sick fantasy are you living in?"

After getting slapped, Riley flew into a rage, covering his face with a cold laugh. "Since you don't know what's good for you, then get lost! I won't help you guys."

He turned to look at Andrew, hope rekindling in his eyes. "If he won't do it, then you