Fourteen
Evelyn
The first thing I noticed when I woke up the next morning was that someone—I suspected Marcus—had carried me from the couch to the bed, and also gotten rid of the rest of my clothes before tucking me in.
The second thing I noticed was the sticky downside of having s*x without a c****m.
I groaned with equal measures of distaste and misery as I sat up in Marcus’ wide king-sized bed, not entirely sure if the worst part of today was my wine headache or the residue of Marcus’ attempt at impregnating me.
Grunting, I scrambled out of bed, noticing first that Marcus was missing and then the glass of water and two aspirins on the nightstand by my side.
I swallowed both in three large gulps, sending the big brute a thankful thought as the painkillers slipped down my throat. Fee
