Chapter 82

“Damn it! Damn it!” Blake muttered to himself, leaned back against the back of the couch and covered his face with his hand.

He regretted allowing his father to dictate to him. He regretted loving riches so much that he wasn't able to fight back then for the woman he loved.

He dropped his empty glass on the table and wobbled upstairs into his bedroom.

He sat on the edge of his massive king-sized bed to kicked off his shoes and then stripped down. He dropped his suit in the laundry basket. And under the shower for a hot shower. He dried off his body and took a fresh pair of pajamas out from the drawer.

Putting them on, he slid under the sheets and closed his eyes. With the alcohol in his system and the effects of the orgasm he had ours ago, it didn't take him long to fall into a deep sleep.

The early morning sun was streaming into his room by the time he was conscious again. He rolled out of the bed and was under the shower in minutes.

At eight twenty-nine, his driver stopped the c