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Her words are like fuel, the memory of them feeding the fire inside me.
I make women come in seconds.
I make them squeal.
I fuck them better than in the wet fantasies they cook up in their unimaginative heads thinking about me.
And here is this… this fucking wild thing from the streets of Bangkok, raised in the best traditions of redneckery and military discipline, who probably hasn’t met a decent guy in her life, and she…
I appreciate the effort.
Appreciates.
The fucking.
Effort…
I catch myself raking my fingers through my hair as I take the stairs to the party terrace, two steps at a time.
Electronic music is blasting outside. Most girls are on guys’ laps, drinking champagne and laughing.
“Alright!” I say loudly, without stopping or looking at anyone. “Take this party elsewhere!”
Once in the living room, I stomp past the couch where a couple is making out. “Marlow?”
“He is not here.” It’s Axavier.
“Where is he?”
“He never showed up.”
Fucking great. Now Marlow is snooping around somewhere, cradling Ty or Droga or something. Or talking to Katura—those two have been too cozy lately.
The memory of her fires me up even more. And I still have a boner that could break a brick in half.
I make myself a drink and cringe at the music—some pop shit.
Deep breath, dude.
I fly off the handle easier these days. No one sees it. But I know it. It’s the booze. When I’m sober, depression weighs down like a giant stone. When I’m drinking, my emotions swing like a pendulum in multiple directions.
Maybe Katura will run to Marlow to get herrelease. Maybe he can do it with a greater effort.
Fuck!
The thought pisses me off even more.
I fish my phone out of my pocket and stab the speed dial for Marlow.
“Where are you?” I snap when he answers.
I sound like a maniac, and I take a deep breath to calm myself.
“At my crib, Arch. What’s up?”
“Are you with one of the girls?”
“Nah. By myself.”
