Thirty-one

The sound of water splashing filled the shower area, with Keyller's mind in chaos and only an image replaying inside. Freesha…

The cold water cascaded from his hair down to his broad shoulders and ran through his crisscrossing scarred back, due to the lashes he received from the past, and finally pooling beneath his feet. His jumbled thoughts danced with the drops of water, convening inside and crowding his already messy life.

Now that the effect of drugs receded, his mind was filled with the only woman who had racked his brain those past few days.

“Just what the f*ck is happening to me? Why the hell am I concerned about that woman even though she has nothing to do with me?” He couldn’t help pulling his hair out of frustration.

“Rafael!”

Keyller's chaotic mind was interrupted when the door was suddenly opened and Kresshna's voice followed. He turned the tab off without looking back at the Countess, who suddenly burst inside. He was in a disarray and this woman just popped like a b