Bound by Accident (BL) — The Red Silk Collar

Papa, please don't get a divorce. I promise I won't eat donuts ever again. Hold up, Squirt. I never said anything about a divorce. And wipe that chocolate off your face first. Justin, I'm telling the truth about the amnesia.

I woke up at the precinct. My last memory is being 17 and pinning your ass to the mat. Listen to me, Vance. If I didn't magically wake up eight years in the future,

I'd be hitting the bags right now. If I lose the gold, I'm blaming you. You can relax. Even if we do settle up and divorce,

we'll handle it man to man. I ain't backing down to go simp for some random guy. So it still comes down to a divorce. Tell a lie enough times, you might just start believing it yourself.

Hey, Justin! We're not done here! Suit yourself. Damn it, I was the national champ. Deadbeat Omega.

How the hell did I wake up eight years later as some deadbeat Omega cheating on his Red silk? Collar down to my chest? This isn't exactly my ring-skied aesthetic.

Then again, my worst enemy turned out to be the Wolf of Wall Street.