Chapter 67. Catharsis (2)

Jethro entered his flat with the woman introduced to him the very day Hadley went to the bar.

“What do you want? White or red?” he asked, referring to the wine available on his rack.

The harlot didn’t reply, instead, she fling her arms around his neck and was about to kiss him on the lips. Too bad, Lance titled his head aside, making her attempt to fall on his neck.

“Whoa! Take it easy, babe. Don’t you want to have some wine first?” His voice slurred.

“What’s the matter? You know for real why I am here, don’t you? C’mon, Jethro, we have to finish what we started,” she whispered seductively against the base of his throat.

Jethro smiled bitterly. He was not sure if he could do it because every time he invited a woman to fuck, all he could think of was Hadley. He missed her so badly. He was not in the mood to have sex with this woke, so he better tame her for his own good. They kept on walking while their bodies were still threaded to each other, and then