Clyde was clearly baffled from hearing such a ridiculous question. "What...? What the hell are you talking about?! Are you being serious right now?"
"Just answer it!" Ryley rose to his feet and yelled at the Alpha. "You've been friends with him for years, right? What's his favorite drink?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?!" The Alpha had no idea why Ryley suddenly exploded in anger like this. "And what does Adrian have to do with it? I don't get it! You—" he rubbed his palm on his face and caught Ryle's hand again. "Stop making me confused and say what your problem is!"
His answer angered Ryley even more that he growled in a low grim voice, "Let go of my hand right now and don't touch me again."
However, instead of doing as he was told, Clyde pulled him closer and locked the blond's slender waist in his embrace, his other strong arm pushed the back of Ryley's head as he suddenly forced a deep kiss into his tightly zipped lips.
