CLUB

When Eros entered his room, Cassandra wasn't there, and it gave him some time to think. He slumped down on the bed, ran his hands over his face, and looked around the room.

"What am I doing? What is going on with me?" he asked himself. He has been asking himself those questions since morning and had not been able to answer them.

Cassandra was occupying his mind in an unhealthy way. It was no longer about sex; he was attracted to her in ways he couldn't even explain, and it was frustrating him because he can't keep on living like that. He tugged at his tie, dragged it away from his neck, and started to pull his shoes. During the interview, all he had thought about was Cassandra and the events of last night. He found himself smiling most of the time at the memories, making the reporter give him confused stares.

He stood up, grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand, and dialed Javier. He had to put a stop to his before it gets out of hand. This was not him; this was not what his fathe