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me. My stomach twisted as I wiped away more tears. Why did I always cry? The little relief the tears gave me only put a little more burden on Deacon and Sarah. I would hold to the memories I had regained and spend my time trying to rebuild my shattered world.
     

Friday, March 6, 2015
    Ethan
     
    “You let them fucking stay.” Charlie’s voice rang against my massive headache. I slowly peeled back my eyelids and was greeted by a set of fake tits in my face. Hung-over, I glanced down to see two long pairs of legs twisted with mine.
     
    I didn’t even know their fucking names. I tapped the brunette’s shoulder. I must have passed out cold. The ginger still had her hands tied behind her back.
     
    “Get the hell out of here,” I stated as I hurriedly untied all their body parts. The ginger came to and let out a pain-inducing chuckle. When I heard the shuffling of Charlie’s feet, I jerked around and saw him leaning against the door, glaring at me. 
     
    “What?” I asked as he eyed the two naked women in the bed. I didn’t blame him . . . they were two hot pieces of ass.
     
    “Just get rid of them and meet me in the office,” Charlie said and walked off.
     
    What crawled up his ass? That was what we did. We worked hard, partied hard, and fucked harder.
     
    I finished untying an array of arms and legs. Chucking the covers and an untold amount of condom wrappers off the bed, I disentangled myself. “The shop is closed, and it is time to go,” I said, and slapped an ass belonging to one of them. They whined and I couldn’t believe I’d ever even found them amusing. I did feel sorry for them. I almost completely ignored the brunette, and I called the ginger Dylan more than once. She even made a comment that she hoped Dylan was a girl. That earned her one hell of a spanking. I was not sure if it was the fact she implied I was into men or that she dissed Dylan’s name, but I went crazed. Her ass would be covered in bruises for days. Hell, who cared? She wasn’t complaining.
     
    I didn’t even wait until they were up before I threw on a pair of pants sans underwear, and I left them. I headed down to the offices to see what had pissed off Charlie.
     
    “Go make sure the girls get out of my room,” I told the security guard as I exited the elevator.
     
    I flung open the door to Charlie’s office. Charlie was reclining in a chair with his feet propped on the desk. “What the hell were you thinking? You know the damn rules. Without prior approval, everyone has to get out at closing.”
     
    “It was in my private room. Why are you bitching anyway? Cherry stays all the damn time.” I sat down and kicked my legs up on the windowsill.
     
    Charlie shook his head. “Cherry is my girl. Not a girl I picked up the night before.”
     
    “Well, I don’t have a girl, and they helped release some built-up tension.”
     
    Charlie stood up and knocked my feet to the ground, causing me to jerk. “You have a girl. A girl you said you loved.”
     
    I glared at him. “Yeah, a girl that’s already screwing someone else. A girl who won’t even answer the door if I knock. When I pick ‘em. I pick ‘em right.”
     
    “That’s bullshit, and you know it.” Charlie looked directly at me and pointed four fingers in my face. “You know what that poor girl has been through. What our jackass of a brother put her through. She learned who you were, and it was hard to deal. Give her time, but I saw how she looked at you. Hell, how she smiled when you walked in a room. She’s trying to cope the same way she has all her life. Instead of fucking everything with a loose pussy, go find her. Don’t make her do it alone anymore.”
     
    She wasn’t alone. Sarah said she had found the love of her life, and it wasn’t me. I kicked the wall then buried my face in my hands. I missed her. The way she twisted things around her fingers when she was nervous. The way she nibbled on her lip. The way the sound of her voice made