"That was so embarrassing…" Dylan muttered, covering his face as all the memories kept pouring in, one after the other, refusing to stop.
"How would I even face him now? I vomited, then used his clothes to clean my mouth? Then I even had a hard-on through all that…" he mumbled to himself, his voice low as he dropped his hand onto his lap, shaking his head slightly in disbelief.
Resting his chin on his hand, he leaned back, brooding for a moment before sighing softly. "Well… I guess I'll have to apologize when he comes back, at least for stressing him out."
He paused, his brows knitting slightly as his thoughts shifted.
"Though… so he's the rich one. But what did I expect? His father is a rich CEO… but I thought he was an independent lawyer, away from his dad's wealth? That must mean he's into something else too, not just being a lawyer."
His gaze drifted around the room again.
"He stays all alone in this three bedroom?"
