CHAPTER 4
CARTER
“Dude, I don’t see how you can walk right now.” Kase sat down across from me and shook his head, his grin wider than the Cheshire cat. He had to be at the club later, so he was dressed in a Labyrinth T-shirt and jeans with his blond hair perfectly gelled. “Seriously,” he said, pointing down at my groin. “I’m surprised your balls aren’t shriveled up like raisins. How many women did you f**k last night?”
My brain was still foggy from all the alcohol. I tried to picture the women in my mind, but they all blurred together. I remembered two blondes, a brunette, and maybe a redhead? Or was it two brunettes? Shaking my head, I realized it was best not to remember. Hell, I was twenty-eight years old and enjoying life. That’s all that mattered.
“Not sure. I think I lost count.”
