Chapter - 141

Every morning, it is said, brings new energy with it. This energy helps to heal some of the wounds of the past.

The beautiful morning had already passed, and the sun was on its way to the brow.

It was eleven in the morning.

Sara Owen awoke from a deep sleep in the arms of an intimately acquainted masculine man. The man's virile aroma brought her back to the present. As she felt pain between her legs, she swallowed saliva.

Last night was horrible.

She inhaled smoke and a strong smell of alcohol along with the manly aroma. It made her shiver because he was already awake and…drunk a lot.

“Sleep more.” Sara Owen finally regretted hearing his hoarse voice.

Her head was lying on his bare chest and he had wrapped his arm around her thin waist clutching her closer. An arm was lying beneath his head as he was gripping a cigarette looking straight at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept after having sex with her. He kept drinking and smoking while having the woman in his arms. It happened after a