Chapter 52: The Perks Of Blissful Ignorance

Chapter 52: The Perks Of Blissful Ignorance

Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)...

Rolling onto his back as the unimpeded beams of sunlight hit his handsome face, Alain Remington had been a bit shocked to find that he had not been in bed alone as his cock tented the hard-pressed sheets that lined his temporary bed and the pungent scent of sex and lingering vomit filled the air along with the tinge of rum and flowers. He felt the onset of the cool air along the pale bare flesh of his lean muscled chest as he sought to make sense of his surroundings. While he had a few bumps and bruises from his journey into the wonderful world of fisticuffs, Alain had noted he'd been bandaged and cleaned just the same and had not recalled doing it himself. The hazel eyes of the formerly slumbering noble had come into focus and at last, he attempted to sit up finding himself unable to do so with his head swimming and his body too weak from strenuous acti