Chapter 850: Take Responsibility

Gareth sat in his hotel room, drumming his fingers on the table.

Things were not good.

Not good indeed.

He thought it was just a passing fancy.

Something that caught his interest for the day.

That, he would soon forget all about that handsome, charismatic young man the other day. 

He was just good eye-candy.

That he had fun with.

Gareth started rubbing his head vigorously, totally messing up his normally immaculately styled hair.

This could *not* be happening.

He liked girls, damnit.

Girls!

Though he did find certain type of guys interesting … but it was just that!

Simple interest.

You know, like buddy-buddy, comrade, drinking friend - that sort of thing.

Gareth gritted his teeth and started gnashing them.

But why did it feel like this Lance person was more than that? More than just a simple interest?

Why hasn't he been able to get this Lance person out of his system yet?