Rico scoffed and walked back to his hotel suite. Once he entered and got into the living room, he immediately threw the pillows to where he pleased. One of the pillows had touched a transparent glass vase on top of the glass table and shattered on the ground. He kept on grunting and grunting until he was tired.
He sat on the sofa and tried to catch his breath. His forehead creased, his eyes went sharp. "You f*****g i***t!" He cursed himself. "You f*****g made her cry!"
All night, he just scolded himself for the mistakes he had made earlier inside Cheska's room. After he was being pushed away, he immediately came back to his room to burst out his frustrations.
"Damn it! Who am I kidding, huh? Of course, she didn't like me. She knows I'm a f*****g bi! What's so wrong about being like this
