Book 2. Chapter 1. Five Years Earlier

Lorenzo POV

I wake up in an unfamiliar room—a hotel room. I glance around but don't see a woman. Typically, I use hotels with a woman, so where is she? My mind fights to remember last night. I vaguely remember her, I think. I know I wanted her more than anyone ever before.

Now, though, it's blank. Nothing at all comes to me. I can't even remember the first drink, let alone fucking someone. I glance towards the bin and see the used condoms. I fucked her. A lot, apparently, I can't remember that. I fight with my own mind to remember what I did last night. I fail.

Usually, I leave before they wake, not the other way around. I stayed, I remember I stayed because I liked her. God, I am so fucked I can't remember shit. Getting showered and throwing on last night's clothes, I leave. My mind is focused on who it was, trying to remember.

I know I shouldn't drink so much, but it's either drink, fight or fuck, and apparently, yesterday, I did all three, which is i