32- Harrison's Birthday (Rhett)

Rhett POV

I walked through the door to be greeted by blinding lights, deafening music, and a crowd of sweaty, half-naked people. Milo told me this was the bar that he was taking Harrison to for his birthday, and the silent treatment was driving me crazy. I needed to speak to him, but I feared if I showed up at The Lock Box that we would end up in bed again. As much as that idea intrigued me, I knew it couldn’t happen again, and this was the only other time that I knew where he would be and when, so I took advantage of that fact and showed up.

Was this the crowd that Harrison rolled with? These obnoxious, loud, bright people who seem to not give a single fuck about who sees them in such attire? There were people in mesh tops, for crying out loud! That’s not practical!

“Hey, honey. Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” the man in mesh said to me as he gently slapped my cheek and sauntered off. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him as I silently judged his clothing choice.

Maybe Harr