Nicholas
"Fuck." I banged my forehead with my palm repeatedly, my face contorting. I couldn't believe I had allowed my s****l desires to take over my ability to make sane decisions. For years, I had absolute control in matters of s*x, no matter who I was f*****g or how aroused I was. Yet for only a few minutes, all that control I had mastered eluded me.
"Damn it," I added in a bitter tone, leaning on my car seat. Just then, my phone rang on the passenger seat, with Robert's name flashing on the screen. I debated against taking it, but since he wasn't the one I was mad at, I reluctantly picked it up.
"Rob," I answered after clearing my throat.
"I hope it's not a bad time. If you are busy with work, I can call back later." He was always an understanding person, a quality that I struggled
