“You fucked up the board!”
“I don’t give a fuck!” the angry man shouted back. “I’m Marcus,” I said, my tone a little flirty despite my decision. Blowjob sex You were here before I even knew I was a Gerrard.”
“Thanks,” Quentin said dryly. “I always hated that name,” Quentin said, reaching behind the bar and pulling out a fresh bottle. Hopefully, Danni hadn’t seen it yet. She just threw up and—”
“Sure,” Quentin said, cutting her off. “She’s seen it, and we’re handling it.”
Fuck. I’ll take left. They meant too much to me. Everyone in that room was stone still, waiting breathlessly for the answer. She squeezed my hand before letting go and carefully walking further into the room. “What’s Marcus doing here?”
I started to speak, “I—”
“He owns the house now,” Quentin cut me off. It was all white, reflecting the copious amounts of sunlight streaming in from the skylights and windows, showing a back patio where a couple of shirtless guys were laughing as they stood around a grill.
