After an unknown amount of time had passed, I finally regained consciousness. Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
For a brief moment, I lay there in a daze before a flood of unsightly memories crowded my thoughts. Most of it contained the wild events from the previous night.
Instinctively, I scanned the room for any trace of him, but the luxurious VIP room remained quiet, with only me lying on the bed.
Attempting to sit up, I winced as even the slightest movement caused my body to ache as if I had been run over by a truck. I couldn't help but curse him as a p*****t.
Where did he find such stamina? He made love to me repeatedly throughout the night, even waking me up in the early hours of dawn. I eventually passed out just before sunrise.
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