ELIAS'S P.O.V
I rolled over in the bed, the room was spinning from all the alcohol I consumed the night before. It took a lot to get me drunk, but I was drowning my sorrows in whiskey. I climbed out of bed with a rock-hard d**k. How the hell did I still have a whiskey d**k?
Did I even c*m last night? Hell, did I even get laid?
I racked my brain trying to remember, but all I could see was blonde hair. Was it Zola? Was she home? Surely not. If she were home, I'd know. There wouldn't be any question about whether she was or not. Which meant it had to have been Shanti. Damnit. I was doing my damndest to not f**k her. But I was so far in a whiskey-d**k state of mind that I probably would have f****d any girl at that point. I hope to the goddess I didn't do that either. But I damn su
