~Dante~

I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered shit. What the fuck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled that I was drinking and that Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever fucked her, I might as well die.

Is my hand resting on Candice’s ass? Naa, even in my drunken state, my cock wouldn’t even perk for Candice. My body doesn’t react to that woman. I...