Roland's POV
I fall back on the bed as I try to catch a breath, "Hey," Mary-Anne wails rubbing her hand on my chest.
"Stop, that's enough for today. I'm going to have some drink," I said nonchalantly taking her hands off me.
It's been like this for weeks, drink and have great sex, I can't stay sober for five seconds.
I'm being hunted by memories, I stood up and looked for my clothes in the room, everything was in a mess, with scattered pillows everywhere.
I grab my shirt and shove it on,
"Why don't we order something instead?" Mary-Anne whispered standing on the bed, I stared at her curvy naked body, and hell yes I couldn't resist her, I pinned her down on the bed while I lay on top of her, just when I was about to thrust into her, my phone rang.
I got off her immediately to look for my phone as Mary-Anne frowned.
"Why look for the damn phone when you're not even going to answer it?" She screams.
