Chapter 29. Addiction

Hermes POV

Fuck.

She came in today. I thought she was sick. Should she even be here?

My eyes hurt. Consequences of spending the whole damn night between two girls — trying to fuck June out of my system.

My body? Satisfied. A wrecked kind of satisfaction, but my mind? Still filled with her.

She’s still in my bloodstream. It’s my third failed test.

And now she’s looking at me like I’m the weirdo.

It’s your fault, dammit.

“G-Good morning, Mr. Grande,” she says softly. As though I didn’t spend last night imagining her doing unspeakable things to me, and I didn’t come just from the memory of her mouth.

I don’t answer. I shut my eyes and sigh.

Thank God she can’t see my eyes behind these shades — if she did, she’d know exactly where I’m staring.

Her shirt’s tight, showcasing the swell of her perky breast right there, just above the lanyard, and my eyes are glued to it like a goddamn pervert.

I move to my office