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Astor
With my c**k throbbing, I stood in the doorway, watching Nova haul a*s away from me. “What the hell just happened?”
Galen cleared his throat as he came back into the living room. “I think you’ve got quite a problem on your hands there.” He strolled over to the fridge and got himself another beer.
I went to the bathroom, too stunned to say anything. My c**k hurt, my heart hurt, my head hurt—everything f*****g hurt. All I could do was stare in the mirror and ask myself, “Why? What more could you have done, Astor Christakos?”
After washing my face and waiting for my erection go down, I went back to sit down with Galen and hash out where I’d gone wrong. He looked at me with a frown on his face. “Maybe you were wrong for coming here without letting her know first, Astor. Maybe it’
