Chapter 82

ALPHA ZADE

The mug clatters from my hand to the floor, shattering loudly as pieces of glass litter the floor, along with the hot coffee that is inside.

"Shit." Dylan cursed from beside me, pushing me aside. "What's up with you this morning?!"

He curses again, handing me a wet towel and pointing to my chest which has a dark spot.

I felt the pain in my hand but it left just as soon as it came, barely even registering in my head.

"Sorry," I replied in a monotone before moving back.

"You should probably go change," he tilts his head toward my stained shirt.

I nod and move back, exhaling a heavy breath.

I knew my morning was going to be shit the moment I woke up and I wasn't wrong.

What the hell was I thinking, bringing her to my bed, holding her when I knew damn well she wasn't in her right senses when she made that request?

There was no way I would have known I would wake up with her hand on my dick but I should have considere