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.

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.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“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.