The next day at noon, University X.
Julian Sterling was half-sitting, half-leaning against the desk, idly toying with his laptop. The consequences of a night of excessive indulgence were that his legs were still trembling even now, his waist was sore, and that area felt distended, as if he were still holding that thing inside.
Ethan Caldwell was a bastard!
He did not know how many times he had cursed him today, but from morning until now, whenever Julian had a free moment, he would curse Ethan Caldwell once.
He had no idea what restraint was; sooner or later, he would die from exhaustion! Damn it, he had to find a way to make that stinking man practice abstinence. At this rate, let alone sitting around doing nothing and enjoying life, he would be lucky just to keep this life of his.
