Kane's POV

     I'm shaken awake by a hand on my arm and it startles me for a moment, last night too much of a blur for my spinning head for me to realize who it is.

      "Kane, get the fuck up. I have work and you need to hit the gym." The words making my lips twitch even if the volume of the voice is hitting my damn ear drums like a knife. It takes a second for my eyelids to pry open against the harsh light, but I'm able to manage and find myself face to face with an unamused Dillan.

        "Good morning." I tell him, stretching out my limbs lazily as he just looks at me.

         "Get up. It's five and I have to get ready. Let's go." He says and I brush him off as I roll over to get more sleep. But of course the man couldn't even give me five more minutes because the next thing I know, I'm being rolled off the bed and on to the floor.

         "Oh fuck." I gasp at the contact, the landing making my head throb and spin.

          Looking up, I see Dillan hover over me with a raised brow and an uncaring expression. "Be gone by the time I get out of the shower. Take the trash on your way out." He tells me and I watch with open mouthed as he turns around and just walks out of the room.

      I lay there trying to catch my breath, wrapped up in only a sheet, as I hear the water cut on from across the hall.

      Once I'm sure I'm not going to die, I hoist myself off of the floor and into a standing wobbly position. My head feels like a ton of bricks are sitting on it and I don't like this fucking feeling at all. Instead of listening to Dillan , I make my way nakedly out of the room and into the bathroom, steam billowing in my face.

         "Get the fuck out." Is the response I get and I haven't even gotten to ask my question yet. I thought I was an asshole but this man definitely takes the cake.

         "Ibeprofen?" I ask him and I swear to God I hear him count down patiently from five to one before I hear him answer.

          "Medicine cabinet." He says and I turn to find one on the left of the wall, pulling it open to find three bottle of over the counter medicine. With raise brows and a pounding head, I grab two pills out of the bottle and swallow them dry. As if he knows what I'm doing he gives me the command once more. "Your clothes are on the couch. See you."

        This whole time I thought I was above and beyond this man's wildest dreams and yet here he is kicking me out the next morning.

        This has never fucking happened to me.

        I try to think of last night to see if the sex was bad, but all I remember are the scratches on my chest and back that I can see in the mirror, the feeling of them tender.

        "I could drive you to work."
I offer, hesitant for the first time ever to leave someone's house after a one night stand. Because for once, I'm not fighting with someone to get away, but rather kicked out with annoyance.

         My ego isn't built for this in the slightest.

        "I don't want to be caught dead with you, Kane. I'll see you there." He says and I take the fucking hint and leave the bathroom. Walking down the hallway, I find my keys, wallet and phone all on top of my clothes that are balanced on the back of the couch.

       When I look around, the space is neat, and there isn't a speck of dust in sight. But almost every available surface is covered with at least one alcoholic bottle.

      Whatever demons Dillan is trying to drown, it doesn't seem like it's working. 

       I let myself put on my jeans and the shirt form last night and I realize with a sniff that they had been washed. It makes me wonder how long Dillan has been up if we didn't get back here until around ten.
   
        Shrugging my shoulders at a problem that's not mine, I make my way out of the apartment, locking the door behind me before I head down the stairs. The ride to my house is a quick stop where I switch the clothes from last night to some gym shirts, opting out of a shirt today, for obvious reasons.

        When I get back in the car, I see that it's almost a quarter to eight and that means Dillan is already there. With a smirk on my face I pull out of the driveway and make my way over to the gym, a little okay of excitement hitting me. This is the most fun I've had since I came to this city besides boxing and I don't mind getting in a little bit of trouble for something that seems like it's going to be a hell of a ride.

         I park in front of the gym and grab my bag and phone with a smile. Getting out of the car and making my way inside, I walk up to the desk where Dillan is, the one I came to for the first time two days ago and give him my best smile.

       At first he doesn't look up, filling out some paper work in front of him.

       With a more than bruised ego and a furrowed brow, I tap the bell in front of me on the counter. Dillan looks up at me unimpressed before uttering a sentenceI don't expect. "You forgot to take out the trash." He tells me and I can't help but laugh to myself.

       "I'll take it out in the morning." I tell him and he looks back up to me with a suspicious brow. "Promise." I tell him and he stares at me for a little while longer before looking down at his papers once more.

         "Fine." Is all he says and I grin to myself as I walk away, getting excited for another wild night.

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Ugh I'm starting to fall in live with them. Can you guys believe that Forbidden almost has 30k and Unforgivable is about to hit 2k already?! Unattainable is almost at 10k and Enchanted is a 8k. This is crazy.

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