My head still throbs as I sit at my desk and look out the window. There’s lots of people walking around below, and noise in the hallway can be heard through the door. I rub a hand over my face and close my eyes.
The image of Cathy comes back, and I have to push the heel of my palm against my d**k to get it to go down. She’s branded in every part of me and there hasn’t been one second since Saturday night that I haven’t thought about her,.
I was even desperate enough to drive to the club on Sunday, but of course it was closed. There was one security guard in the empty parking lot, but he must have recognized me or heard about it because he wouldn’t say s**t, no matter how much money I offered.
Fucking Tino.
After he punched the bouncer, there was a flurry of people shouting as they fill
