Jake
Shit" he said when he shut the door of his room.
After the events of the dinner, he could not stand to stay there at the center of everybody. This, a mere moment after Irene had stormed out, he followed, going to his own room.
He could not stop pacing, thoughts filled with the events which had just happened.
He had reverted back to his past waysm flirting with them was easy, something he had done for so long that he could do so with his eyes closed. Yet, this time he didn't feel any rush nor thrill nor satisfaction from doing so. And despite his efforts, he had not mustered up the courage to take one to bed. He was frustrated with himself and Irene for so long that he didn't not have any outlet.
So when she challenged him, he fought back, putting her as the focus for all his frus
