Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

As I walked through the pounding music of the club, I completely ignored the naked flesh all around me.

I was consumed with guilt.

I had just had the best sex of my life, and not with my boyfriend.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Although –

Was it really sex if neither of us had been naked?

He hadn’t been inside me.

I hadn’t even seen his penis.

And yet, I knew that was all a rationalization.

I’d just had sex…

And it had been amazing.

Far better than any experience with any other man I’d been with –

And a hundred times better than with my current boyfriend.

My face flushed hot with shame.

I hated the fact that my boyfriend was probably looking for me right now, worried out of his mind –

And I would have to confess what I’d done.

I dreaded it…

But I knew what I had to do.

I moved from room to room, looking for him –

But I couldn’t find him.

Terror welled up inside me.

Did he go back to the hotel?!

Did he know what I’d done and left me here in outrage?

I felt sick with guilt –

Until I finally found him in the group sex room, exactly where I’d left him.

In an instant, I didn’t feel guilty anymore.

Just outraged.

He was standing there with his pants down around his ankles, his head thrown back, and his mouth open –

As two naked Thai women knelt in front of his crotch, servicing him simultaneously.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I shouted.

He snapped out of his trance and looked over at me in panic.

The two Thai hookers both looked at each other like Uh oh.

“Babe – I didn’t know where you’d gone!” my boyfriend wailed pitifully. “This isn’t what it looks like – I love you!”

I stormed out of the room.

“Babe, wait!” he cried, waddling after me like a penguin with his pants around his ankles.

I ran out of the club, caught a cab, went back to the hotel, and started packing my bags.

My boyfriend arrived ten minutes later. Instead of pleading and whining, he switched to accusatory yelling.

“Where the fuck were YOU for an hour, huh?!”

When I wouldn’t tell him, he grew enraged –

So I left with my suitcases, went to the front desk, and got another room.

I spent the night alone.

Eventually, I felt guilty that I wasn’t any better than my boyfriend.

After all, I’d had a sexual encounter with a stranger, too.

But I kept coming back to the image of the two naked Thai women and quickly got over my guilt.

Instead, I fell asleep dreaming of my hour with Yeong…

And the feeling of the ropes around my ankles and wrists.

The next day, I called the airline and changed my flight so I didn’t have to sit next to my boyfriend on the trip home.

I thought about staying another week in Bangkok and going back to the club to see Yeong –

But in the harsh light of day, I was mortified by what I’d done the previous night…

So I decided against it.

Once I returned to Hong Kong, I texted my boyfriend we were through and blocked his number.

I felt a little guilty –

But mostly, I was relieved.

I couldn’t go back to more boring, mediocre sex with him –

Not after what I’d experienced at the club.

Still, I had an internship to start, so I put aside my memories of that night.

I was determined to forget all about Thailand and go back to my normal life –

But nothing about it would ever be normal again.