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Dante;

I was still in my office and my head was heavy. Robert had left me alone and I made it a goal to down the whiskey bottle.

I felt light-headed and dizzy. I set my pen down and pushed the papers in front of me away. There was no way that I could do work with the way I was feeling.

I sat laid back in my chair and my thoughts spun in my head like a ship being tossed on a turbulent ocean.

The popped in and out of my memory revolving around Erica, the jewel, and Hazan.

My body felt weak and I craved attention. I could feel my bulge slowly hardening even though I had already had a session in my office.

“Erica.”

Her name rolled off my tongue in a breathy and desirous way. I could smell the alcohol on my breath. I was dead drunk.

I heard a gentle knock at my door but I was too weak to say anything. I managed to lower my head and I watched as the handle clicked and was pushed open slowly.

“Dante?”

My vision was hazy but it didn't take me two seconds to figure out that Laura had coming