9-ALEX

How had it come to this?

I looked down at the blond head resting against my shoulder and asked the same question again.

How the hell had it come to this?

The recognition of what was coming from now on hit me squarely with its clenched fist.

I mean, I, a fully independent grown man, now had to take care of a woman I met on an island.

And I didn't know how to do it.

I wasn't a fucking babysitter.

I was the kind of man who within 24 hours of meeting a woman had his cock buried deep in her throat.

Although the last one did not count since it had been a trap of Gomez. And I had stung easily and now I paid the consequences of my stupidity.

I looked back at the mass of blond hair that did not allow me to see the owner's face, and ironically, I noticed how physical the situation was.

Abbie had grown too fond of me, and that wasn’t good.

I didn't deal with emotional bullshit like the rest of the