Chapter 18

Aart moved gently as he opened his eyes. His gaze was sleepy, and it took him a few seconds to assimilate where he was.

Turning his head to the side, he saw through the open window the sun was already high in the sky. It was probably past noon.

Sitting up slowly, he felt his waist hurt. It wasn't excruciating pain, but it still bothered him.

Looking around, he saw no signs of the culprit anywhere. Which made him purse his lips upset, he thought Ziad would be here when he woke up.

Shaking his head, he blew a strand of hair that fell into his eyes before standing up. He wanted to drink water, and as the table with the water jug was leaning against the wall, he had to get up.

It was at this time that Aart noticed how weak he was, his body felt heavy and his legs shook with each step. In addition to the persistent discomfort between his legs.

But what did he expect? It was three days in a row of having sex!

Ziad barely let him sleep for t