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And what the hell was that smell?
It was me.
Jesus, I needed a shower.
I had to get my head back on straight.
Slowly, I managed to stand and staggered into the penthouse. Bracing my hand on a nearby wall, I took in the mess I’d created over the week since the infamous night at the club where I obliterated my future.
Empty bottles sat on various spots everywhere, along with food containers. An odor of something unpleasant lingered in the air, hinting of decay, and my dirty discarded clothes amassed in small piles on any available surface.
I ran a hand through my hair.
I’d gone from needing everything immaculately clean to living in a damn pigsty. My cleaning crew would quit the minute they stepped into the front entryway.
Then again, maybe I’d leave it this way. It wasn’t as if anyone would come to check on me.
Unless it was to put a bullet in my head, there wasn’t a fat chance in hell that Lucian Morelli would grace me with his presence.
I’d broken the cardinal rule when it came to the man I considered my brother in all things but blood. I went behind his back and not only dated his baby sister but broke her heart.
It wouldn’t matter if my reasons for doing it were honorable. I’d hurt her, and to Lucian, that was all that mattered.
He’d warned me, so I deserved the hit he, more than likely, had contracted out on me.
Not only had I lost him as a friend, but everyone else in our small circle. We were all tied to Lucian’s club, Violent Delights. I was no longer a member there.
Membership revoked for breaking the rules. One rule in particular was to respect a submissive’s safeword.
It was better this way.
Stepping further into the living room, I shook my head to clear the nauseating scent of rotting food.
I canceled the earlier thought of leaving this place in its current state. This filth had to go. What the hell was I thinking?
I wasn’t.
At least I could say I’d lived through my first-ever alcoholic bender and never planned to do it again.
I’d find another vice.
It wouldn’t be kink. I’d lost all access to the club and the social connections I’d garnered there. It wouldn’t matter on that end, anyway. The thought of that place left an unsettled feeling in my gut.
By avoiding clubs, I wasn’t a danger to anyone. There were no risks of me going too far, no worries of losing myself to my demons, no rumors to make anyone question my motives.
Besides, I couldn’t imagine stepping inside Violent Delights unless Sophia walked by my side. No other woman could compare to her, her beauty, presence, and smart mouth that never gave an inch. I couldn’t fathom the idea of touching anyone but her. She’d ruined me for any other woman.
Sooner or later, she’d find someone better, someone more suited for her, someone who wouldn’t push her past her limits or hurt her, someone who could give her all she needed and deserved.
I gritted my teeth, hating the mere thought of anyone grazing their fingers even slightly across an inch of her skin.
I was the first man ever to touch her, take her innocence, give her pleasure, and show her the beauty of her sexuality. I corrupted and ruined her for me, not any fucking body else.
She was fucking mine.
I growled and resisted the urge to smash my hand through the wall near me. Instead, I took hold of a pizza box and headed into my kitchen, tossing the greasy container in the garbage can.
Fuck me. The kitchen wasn’t any better than the rest of the house.
