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Dasia
Adrian was gone most of the day to give his deposition down in Boston, so to combat boredom, I started cleaning. It began in the kitchen when I went down for coffee after he left and found a mess left from the brothers who’d partied the night before—too loud, the damn men kept me awake long into the night.
Adrian and I had found things to combat the sleeplessness, though, mainly me tied spread eagle like a buffet, and oh, how he had feasted.
Sully and two other bleary-eyed brothers sat at the kitchen’s table nursing mugs when I walked in.
“Morning,” Sully muttered into his cup, lacking the usual jollity in his voice I was used to.
“Hey.” I grabbed a mug and poured what they’d left while the other dirty blond-headed guys who looked like brothers grumbled a greeting.
I made a
