-Damian-
I felt like crap. Last night was a blur, with only fragmented details remaining. Occasionally, images would flash in my mind: female bodies on top of me, beneath me, all around me. Their scent clung to me, and my head was pounding.
I wanted to throw up, but I couldn’t move from my bed. I was spent—in every possible way. But this was what I wanted, right? To be drained or at least distracted so I wouldn’t think about Isabella anymore. Yeah, because lying in bed like an invalid was sooo much better.
I groaned, rolling onto my side and rubbing my tired eyes. How long had it been since I returned home? I lifted my phone from the nightstand: 4 PM. So, it had only been three hours. Chris hadn’t returned with me.
I knew he hadn’t come home, but I was uncertain if he was still at th
