Xavion
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What the hell, Quinn? What am I supposed to do?
Dammit. I started this, but now I can no longer stop this mess from myself. I should be punished.
I can't remember how many hours of sleep I had. I wake up with a headache and a little bit of a hangover. The boys were already in the dining area, but not all of them, as some were back to their kids and wives.
"I didn't see you last night at the bonfire. Where have you been? Don't tell me you went to bed that early?" Bryce's brows furrowed while sipping his coffee. He looked suspicious towards me. I looked away, sat down comfortably and drank my warm coffee.
"Thank you, Melinda," I said to her. She's one of the kitchen maids who prepared our coffee and breakfast. She smiled. Melinda is in her fifties and still does a magnificent
