Chapter 18

The wind picked up outside as the sky was still trying to decide wether to release the rain that had gathered up or to switch things up and turn the sun a notch higher. While the sky was being indecisive, Harry McIntyre had already decided that he would spend the day in the arms of a woman that was in no way Freya.

The house was already quiet, with his miscreants gone as he'd like to call them, he had the freedom to womanize and stay out late on occasions.

The lady's moans rose high in the apartment as Harry probably gave it to her how she wanted it if her response was anything to go by.

Admist her moans, a phone rang but in the throes of passion, it was ignored. Harry McIntyre had not yet reach his peak and God forbid that he pauses what he regards as something important for a building call that could even be his mother inlaw being the nuisance that he knew her to be, at least in his life.

The call came in again and instead of allowing himself to get angry and stop, he got more passi