Chapter Thirty Two

Marcus’ POV

I groan roughly, rolling over as the sound of my cell phone beeping draws my attention. My mouth feels like a rat curled up on my tongue and died and my stomach is revolting whatever the f.uck I drank last night.

Grabbing my phone, I pull it toward me, blinking as I open the text message, finding over a dozen from Brandy, ranging from begging apologies to outright threats if I don’t do the calendar.

I delete the thread, she can f.uck right off, I’m not doing it, the owner can f.ucking fine me for all I care.

Checking the time, another groan escapes me, four thirty am, f.ucking Coach and his f.ucking early skates, just once I’d like a lie in.

I force my body to move, sitting up as last nights liquor threatens to make a reappearance. Throwing my legs ove……