ILYAS
“Here are your keys.”
The receptionist slid the keys across the table towards me. I grabbed them, wondering what kind of hotels still used a key to enter their room. This was some seriously non-upgraded hotel.
“Thank you,” I grumbled, nodding my head with my gaze fixed on her.
I kept on staring at her.
Some more.
A little bit more.
She didn’t attract me in any way, shape, or form. Her hair was dyed a weird shade of red, and her lips were painted the same color. Her jawline was sharp, perhaps the way her hair were tightly gelled back to perfection made it look so defined.
“Is there a problem, Sir?” she frowned.
Yes.
The problem in itself bothered me. I no longer desired anyone other than my wife. I didn’t find other women pretty or attractive, nor did I feel anything towa
