#Chapter8

PARIS: THE UNEXPECTED

VINCE

The unexpected for me was to wake up beside Sonia, our legs tangled and bodies naked and sticky. Well, not entirely unexpected. I’d hoped to see Sonia gone by now but she was sleeping soundly, with her chest pressed on the soft mattress of the bed.

I sighed, got up and made my way to the bathroom. I double-checked the door to make sure it was locked as I was in no mood of repeating last night's innuendos.

My muscles relaxed as the warm water glided down my skin. The decision I’d made last night—leaving Joy alone when she was drunk and clearly scared for...