Pascal's face got dark. "Then why the hell did you bring me here?" He demanded, getting off of Byron and going to get his clothes. God, if all he wanted was a blowjob, he could have found some other person to mess around with.
Douche bag. He was right. He never should have doubted his assumption. His first judgment was always right. He pulled his shirt on and did up his pants as he stepped into his shoes. He'd had to make quick getaways before.
"Have fun with yourself, Mr. Fielding," he said, clearly more than annoyed. He headed for the front door, only then realizing that he sitll had Byron's tie. He did say he'd get it back if he was nice to him. Mine now.