Chapter 26

Frank ran out of the hotel like a madman being chased. He couldn't breathe; he felt like suffocating on his own guilt. He was not supposed to enjoy the sex, not when he just screwed a woman without her consent.

He felt a huge sink in his stomach as he stopped, and all the vodka that he had tried to hide under came bursting out of his mouth like a tsunami.

He kept puking all the contents until there was nothing but the acid in his tummy.

He stayed in the tilting position, staring at his own vomit. Flashes of the tense sexual encounter he was from having began flashing in his head. Her smooth skin, her hourglass shape with perfect slender curves, her scent, her warm tight flesh, and most importantly, her little mouth that made an effort to fit around his massive cock.

He quickly smacked his head, snapping himself out of his dirty thoughts. He had no idea how she looked, what color her hair was, or what color her eyes were, but his hands had exploded enough for him to have an idea, which