Date = 16 November
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
POV - Damion
I wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move. I open my eyes and stare straight at the obstacle.
What the hell? The root of my problem is draped across my legs — topless.
“Holy f*****g s**t!” I jump up.
The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan.
What the f**k? I pinch myself making sure it’s not a dream.
There is a girl … who is not Mel … in my house … only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body.
She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but my d**k doesn’t even move. Not one little twitch.
How did she get in here?
Last night, exhausted after two days of grueling training sessions, I fell asleep on my couch, still in my under-
