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One year later
After the club Corey and I both had a major head ache and a bad gut, Isaac looked like hell too. Me and Corey had talked and had agreed not to peruse in any s****l activities until I was ready to, we were both drunk and it was no excuse to get carried away. That was easier said than done we’d slept with each other around twenty times and I wasn’t complaining. We’d got drunk on every occasion, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, company parties, new contracts. We were stealing kisses every time we had chance to. At least Carter was sticking to his contract, I’d heard nothing from him for a year now I knew that he’d filed for divorce to an extremely unhappy and angry Sofia who’d told him he was weak and that he should stick up to the two brothers, he tired to explain to her that he couldn’t stic
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