~Dante’s POV~
I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered sh*t. What the f*ck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled. I was drinking and Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever f*cked her, I might as well die.
Is my hand resting on Candice’s ass? Naa, even in my drunken state, my c**k wouldn’t even perk for Candice. My body doesn’t react to that woman. I opened my eyes to find myself in a strange room. Where am I? At least I’m convinced it was not Candice I f*cked last night. I removed my hand from the ass and rubbed my temples to soothe the pain I was experiencing in my skull.
I looked over at the honey-blon
