The morning sun was enough to blind his eyes from the mess he woke up to.Jason Creed forced one eye open, immediately regretted it, and closed it once more. His head pounded like the bass beats from the previous night at the club. His mouth tasted like whiskey, and a little citrus, probably some wine the girls had been drinking the past night.He tried to remember how many they were he’d brought home from the club.Four? Five? He'd lost count somewhere between the second bottle of Don Julio and the moment Tiffany, or was it Tanya? suggested they move from the pool to the bedroom.“Hmm," he grunted, rolling over.His hand landed on the warm skin of the curly brunette – probably Tania.She was still asleep, "That's better…” he whispered.He wasn’t ready yet for the usual promises to call that he'd never keep. That was the thing about women, they always wanted more.And Jason had nothing left to give. Not to these girls, not since that night Monterrey, Mexico witnessed a heavy downpour
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