Nicholas

"Fuck." I banged my forehead with my palm repeatedly, my face contorting. I couldn't believe I had allowed my sexual desires to take over my ability to make sane decisions. For years, I had absolute control in matters of sex, no matter who I was fucking or how aroused I was. Yet for only a few minutes, all that control I had mastered eluded me.

"Damn it," I added in a bitter tone, leaning on my car seat. Just then, my phone rang on the passenger seat, with Robert's name flashing on the screen. I debated against taking it, but since he wasn't the one I was mad at,...