The Bound Between Us

Chapter 920

To make sure he wasn't just seeing things, Harry leaned in closer, squinting through the gloom.

It was nearly dark by the riverbank, and with Hank standing with his back to him, Harry couldn't make out much. Still, he could see enough to catch Hank's movements.

Guys always give themselves a little shake after they pee.

"Crystal, what are you up to?" Harry called out, raising his voice on purpose.

Hank practically jumped out of his skin, yanking his underwear up and pulling the dress down in a panic.

“H-Harry..." Hank stammered, heart thudding in his chest. Did Harry figure it out? Did he know?

Before Hank could think, Harry reached out, grabbing at Hank's crotch, testing his suspicion.

Hank was teetering on the edge of the river, standing on slippery pebbles in a pair of high heels—just staying upright was tough enough. The sudden grab made Hank flinch, instinctively blocking Harry's hand, but he lost his balance and landed hard on the riverbank, soaking his skirt through.

Harry's hand caught what it was looking for. He froze, shock and a strange excitement lighting up his face. "You're a guy!"

was Hank, dressed to the nines, long hair and all, sitting in

was mortified. Crap,

family's broke. We can barely put food on the table. I'm just trying to save

best sad face, eyes watering, hoping Harry would feel sorry for him. But Harry just got more worked up, almost giddy. "You're a scammer! The biggest I've ever seen! I can't believe it—finally found you. How many guys have you ripped off, huh? What'd you do with all their money, buy yourself fancy bags?" Harry thought, anyone who scams men like this deserves whatever's coming to them-man or woman. A man dressing up as a woman? That was just the lowest. He never once suspected Hank might be

head, voice shaky. "Harry, please, I wasn't trying to scam

you're desperate, but the guys you've ripped off just deserve it?" Harry's voice

inching away. "Harry, just calm down.

the pricey handbag at Harry and tried to make

dress, yanked him back,

all those other women before-a single, clean

Hank's chest, soaking the dress. He stared up at Harry, pain and disbelief etched across his face. "Harry... why... why are you

deserve to die," Harry spat, eyes wild. "You thought scamming men was easy?

to the

his chest as

his lips. His

terror. "You... you're