Marcus POV
Returning to his room, Marcus slammed the door with such force, that splinters of wood flew everywhere. How the f**k did Julian know what Sarah and him had been up to on the beach?
“Dude, what the hell?” Alexander jumped.
“Sorry, it’s just—”
“That St. James douche, yeah, I saw,” Alexander sneered, pointing to his laptop. He had been flying his own drone again. “what an asshole.”
“How the hell did he know what happened on my date with Sarah?” Marcus paced the room at a ferocious pace.
“What exactly happened on this date that has you so worked up?” Benjamin asked. Suddenly, Marcus had the attention of his entire unit.
“We—I—” He sighed loudly. Though the guys did occasionally talk about their conquests, sometimes even sharing some, telling them about her felt wrong.
“You…?
