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Chapter Thirty Two
Marcus’ POV I groan roughly, rolling over as the sound of my cell phone beeping draws my attention. My mouth feels like a rat curled up on my tongue and died and my stomach is revolting whatever the f.uck I drank last night. Grabbing my phone, I pull it toward me, blinking as I open the text message, finding over a dozen from Brandy, ranging from begging apologies to outright threats if I don’t do the calendar. I delete the thread, she can f.uck right off, I’m not doing it, the owner can f.ucking fine me for all I care. Checking the time, another groan escapes me, four thirty am, f.ucking Coach and his f.ucking early skates, just once I’d like a lie in. I force my body to move, sitting up as last nights liquor threatens to make a reappearance. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed
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