As the sun rose in the East, Keith woke up and groaned, putting a pillow on his face. For days, the Blackwaters' men kept visiting the club - drinking and Darryl's constant stare put him on edge. He didn't do nor say anything. He just kept staring at him. Keith knows Darryl was waiting for his answer, and a week's deadline was today, but even if Darryl made him excited and filled his desire for s*x, he couldn't accept the deal, not with a vampire.
"Ugh," he murmured and sat. Keith put his hand on his head to cover his eyes from the sun's rays and pulled the blinds down. He slowly stood up and stretched. Keith walked to the bathroom and washed his face. He looked into the mirror and grimaced at the bags under his eyes.
"Damn you, Blackwater," he whispered. "Okay, let's not fvcking think
