-Damian-
I felt like crap. Last night was like a blur, I remembered only details. Sometimes images appeared, as I laid in bed. Images of female bodies on top of me, beneath me, all around me. Their scent was all over me. My head was pounding, and I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t move from my bed. I was spent. In every f*cking way, but this was what I wanted, right? Being drained or at least distracted, so I wouldn’t think about Isabella anymore. Yeah, because laying in your bed like an invalid was sooo much better.
I groaned, rolling to my side, rubbing my eyes tiredly. How long was it since I returned home? I lifted my phone a little from the nightstand. It was 4 in the afternoon. So only three hours ago. Chris hadn’t even returned with me. I knew he hadn’t come home, but I was unc
