Chapter 8

Nicholas woke up early that morning before the girl would wake up. It was better this way, so it wouldn't make it awkward.

She was a good fuck, no doubt, and he enjoyed their session last night. He checked his pants pocket, brought out some money, and dropped it on the table. That should be enough to cover her service and the room.

Nicholas strolled to the bathroom to wash his face, bending over the sink as he poured the water on his face. There was a towel hanging on the rack, but he couldn't trust where it had been, so he just allowed his face to dry naturally.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the room. Dipping his hands in his pocket, he brought out his phone, and a shockwave passed through him as he saw the time. It was quarter past five on a Monday morning!

He had work to do, and if he dares miss work, his old man will not let it slide. He should have listened to Cameron when he told him not to go.

"Shit!" He hurried out of the room down the stairs, and thankfully there wa