Chapter 122 Xlix

• August
• I wasn't going to lie that her words didn't haunt me. Perhaps that made me even more of a scoundrel than I knew myself to be. After all, I'd had the thoughts myself in the throes of passion. The word itself was foreign to me, existing only in fairytales and romance books. I took a swig of my whiskey, staring out at the sun just cresting over the horizon. I'd left her alone in my bed, her naked body barely covered by the soft sheets.
• The thought of her would always make my cock hard, my balls swollen. This morning was no exception, but the sleepless night was a reminder why I shouldn't get too close.