regrets over my last action, and the image of my handprint on her face that morning is still in my hea

nt, it makes me more angry. She didn't just call me an old man, but I wasn't her t

at my house located at the outskirts of the town. It is a small house I bo

today. We were in our usual VIP room when Brad suggested bringing in some girls to spice things up tonight. We all know him to

tions on what to do. Two of the ladies, beautiful, slim, and curvy with t

. He winked at me, and I smiled. One of them sa

ith the rest. As we were discussing and enjoying ourselves, Dave suddenly

man and he isn't her type

with the others. I blame myself for telli

ing to even have a night with you, she says you're

d his wife to call him 'si

e said, laughing. I just kept quiet while they

seriously asked. I still didn't say anything. Ben continued, "you know she's innocent

ed, "Get out!" She was confused about what happened, but I shouted at both of them to leave. They immediately packed their bags and left. Everywhere became silent. Everyone didn't say anything because they k

on. I didn't tell him about the part where I slap

ng," I

sure?"

later, and it was Rose. I didn't want to pick in front of Ben because my phone was connected to the speaker in my ca

, crying. Ben heard the voice

on? Are you o

I didn't wait for her to finish be

say something. I didn't wait for him to say

, and everywhere was scattered. I saw her in a transparent short nightgown th

denly threw herself at me, crying. I'm in trouble, I thought. Her breast was literally touching my chest from the thin outfit she was wearin

ded more volume to her tears. I stayed put with sweat already coming out of my body; this is pure torture. After a while,

a hotel and stay the

an't take her to the mansion or to where I am staying now.

t one of your friend'

" she said. Before I could say anything, she continued, "how about you s

ied. She saw through me and said, "you're drunk, and I know you can't work w

go," she said pitifully. She knew I wouldn't