~~MARC~~
The ice-cold shower did nothing to cool off the fire in my loins. I was still as hard as a metal bat. Well, what did I expect? Heavily fantasizing about a woman I got hard for just breathing the same air as her.
"f**k it," I cursed under my breath, turned off the shower, put on my grey robe, and went back to my lounge. My laptop I'd been working with had snoozed off, an empty tumbler of whiskey by the side.
I dumped myself into the ugly peach couch my ex-fiancée had bought off a ridiculous furniture website.
I felt a slight migraine coming and the urge to smoke. But no—she could hate smokers. I didn’t want her turned off by the fact that I smelled of cigarettes.
I clicked on my laptop, and a bright page of Ellie’s social media account filled my eyes. I squinted, staring blank
