and yet that never stopped you from barging in. don't get any fucking ideas. i'm taking a nap.
[ he forces himself to get up to give his place a cursory once-over. nothing wrong with the locks on the door, no signs of forced entry. none of the decor that morgan's interior designer chose has been disturbed. everything looks completely fucking normal, as if nobody was here at all and embry simply decided to poison himself on top shelf scotch. that, or he really did bring red lipstick girl home of his own volition, and they'd binged on his liquor and then fucked in his bed. and then she'd left.
sven would have stopped it if anything seemed off. he would have come barging in with no care if embry was naked as the day he was born. and fuck hawk for thinking he doesn't remember erin's name — his standards might be low, but they're not in the goddamn dirt. ]
i know her name. and it's better for optics for me to be attached to a woman. luckily, i actually like them. who i decide to wine and dine is none of your goddamn business.
[ because that sounds better than whatever happened last night, which clearly was more carnal than wining and dining. his anger deflates a little, guilt seeping in at the low blow he's just dealt hawk. he feels on the very edge of panic and can't put his finger on why, and he realizes he doesn't want to be in his house anymore. ]
how romantic. i'm coming into the office. should be less than an hour. i want the fundraiser details ready for me to go over.
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don't get any fucking ideas. i'm taking a nap.
[ he forces himself to get up to give his place a cursory once-over. nothing wrong with the locks on the door, no signs of forced entry. none of the decor that morgan's interior designer chose has been disturbed. everything looks completely fucking normal, as if nobody was here at all and embry simply decided to poison himself on top shelf scotch. that, or he really did bring red lipstick girl home of his own volition, and they'd binged on his liquor and then fucked in his bed. and then she'd left.
sven would have stopped it if anything seemed off. he would have come barging in with no care if embry was naked as the day he was born. and fuck hawk for thinking he doesn't remember erin's name — his standards might be low, but they're not in the goddamn dirt. ]
i know her name. and it's better for optics for me to be attached to a woman. luckily, i actually like them.
who i decide to wine and dine is none of your goddamn business.
[ because that sounds better than whatever happened last night, which clearly was more carnal than wining and dining. his anger deflates a little, guilt seeping in at the low blow he's just dealt hawk. he feels on the very edge of panic and can't put his finger on why, and he realizes he doesn't want to be in his house anymore. ]
how romantic.
i'm coming into the office. should be less than an hour.
i want the fundraiser details ready for me to go over.