Room Service

It is with frozen eyes that I keep my eyes on the knob of the front door.

Surely Mason will not be this brave and walk in when he knows I am going to fucking get laid by another woman. Or perhaps he is doing me a favor, stopping me from making a big mistake. Yes, I fucking want Candice, my desire is aching, and I am throbbing to be touched by a woman. Trinity fucking torturing my mind, and I am about two seconds away from being with another woman.

My finger has been burning that speed dial, and god, this is the closest that I have come to it in days. So Mason better has a good excuse, for in just about…one…two…three…

That front door flings open.

“Trinity!”

Well, I guess there goes my evening with Candice.

But the biggest question is, “Trinity, what are you doing here?”

She looks at me from underneath those goddamn fluttering eyelashes and softly whispers, “Oh, daddy passed out,