"Whatever, straight boy. Just tell me your price when you've made up your mind." No, Hartley couldn't find much pity in him today, even though James made such an impressive show of, well, pouting. He almost wanted to stay just to needle him more, but he knew better than that. Best to walk out of here, head held high, as long as he was winning. Hartley didn't look back and the door fell shut behind him with a certain finality. James had fucked this up, now he had to deal with the consequences.
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