5
Brock
I gripped the steering wheel, lips in a tight line, brow furrowed. f*****g hated to leave Ms. Vixen like I had done, but I’d woke to find I had less than an hour to drive to the airport where my pilot waited to load up my s**t and take me out to the bush. The first day in my new life, and I’d already f****d it up by oversleeping. The fact I’d slept for more than four hours straight didn’t pass my notice, but I was too pissed off to care or focus on the fact it could have been having a soft, warm body beside mine that had helped.
My arm pits smelled like the deepest reaches of hell since I’d run out of that damn motel room like some psycho chased me with a fire poker, ready to brand my asshole. No time for a shower. No time for a s**t and shave. No time for a quickie, one last ta
