For Mr. Vincent, the room felt like a tomb immediately she was gone. He sat on the bed, staring at the door. A part of him was regretting why he pushed her away. He would have fucked. He already had her. That was what he had been craving since the first day he saw her. She just offered herself to him and he ended up fucking it up.

He imagined how her mouth and lips would have felt on his dick and how she would have sounded screaming his name for real. The ache in his groin was almost unbearable, and he felt as if he had lost a precious...