Chapter 50
He was obviously pleased as punch that they’d split at all.
“You
thought he was a tosser?”
Phiz
bit his lower lip, then quickly gave up any shred of discretion. “I saw the way
he looked at you, Bryan, all smug and up his own arse. All that shit about Mykonottinnos,
whatever it was called. And living in Chiswick? He must have robbed a bank or
be fucking the manager to afford that. Just bragging. And, you know, even while
he had his fingers playing piano on that twink’s arse seam, he was eyeing up
everything else that passed, like he’d jump ’em at a moment’s say-so.”
“Did
he do that to you?” Bryan was suddenly, inexplicably furious. Not, amazingly,
at Dan’s shitty behaviour or even the inference from Phiz’s comments that Bryan
couldn’t choose a decent lover. No, it was the thought that Dan would have
touched Phiz that infuriated him.
Phiz
shook his head. He fidgeted uncomfortably, like he’d said too much. “Just…you
know. You deserve better.”