The traffic that morning was one that could have someone frustrated to the point of death.
“Get the hell out of my way! Fuckkkkkk!”
His shirt was halfway worn. The loads of sweat that dropped from his body couldn’t be explained.
King angrily maneuvered his way on the high way as he rushed to the hospital. Honking and shouting at everyone who got in his way.
He had woken up to dozens of missed calls from Andre, only to find out that Laura collapsed on her way to the airport with Dave and was rushed to the hospital. She had been on oxygen the whole night.
While he was in another woman’s arms. The whole night.
He drove like a mad criminal on the loose. Breaking several traffic rules.
King’s mind went back to him having different types of marathon s*x with his former secretary! King
