Mr. Sin: Book One of the Sin Series
Mr. Sin: Chapter 4

Rolling over, the pressure on my bladder nags me into awareness.

Slowly prying my eyes open, I realize I forgot to pull the curtains closed and the light from the strip is falling across the bed. When I push to sit up, the soreness between my legs reminds me that this isn’t my room, isn’t my bed. 

        I blink the sleep from my eyes and look around, but I don’t see Vincent. The bathroom door is still ajar, emitting a soft glow, so I know it’s available. I gingerly climb out of bed and pad naked to the bathroom to do my business. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

        Finding one of Vincent’s t-shirts bunched up next to the sink, I slip it on before going back into the bedroom. Even though he’s seen all there is to see, out of the heat of the moment I don’t really feel like strolling around completely nude.

Standing there, in a stolen shirt, I start to question what to do next. This is his room. I’m the one that’s supposed to leave.

I don’t even remember falling asleep. I remember wondering if a person can die from too many orgasms. And then … nothing. I must have literally passed out the second Vincent climbed off me. Maybe even before. I cringe. No wonder he ditched.

Just as the thought comes, I hear his voice. Glancing around again, I see that the door leading out into the main room is not quite shut. Finally noticing the small amount of light seeping through, I quietly step closer and place my eye against the crack of the door. It takes me a moment to focus, but after my eyes adjust, I see his profile on the couch.

Figuring he’s on the phone, I place my hand on the doorknob but pause when I hear a second voice. Is someone else in that room? I can’t walk out there dressed in just his t-shirt and looking freshly fucked. Not if he has company.

I keep my eye to the crack and see a man pace into view on the far side of Vincent. It’s hard to tell, but I think it might be the same security guy that I saw in the hallway earlier. Was there a disturbance or something? Oh god, was it us? Was I really that loud?

I guess that settles it, I’m staying in this room for at least a little while longer. I find the clock and see that it’s just after 2:00 a.m. Standing there, debating my options, a chill crawls up my bare legs. Screw it. What’s the harm in getting a few more hours of sleep in Vincent’s big, warm, comfy bed?

Crawling back onto the mattress, I bury myself in the covers and promptly fall back asleep.

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