"What the hell, Rich? Were you trying to choke me?" Cassie rasped.
She was red, like fifty shades red. Her hands clasped her throat as she fumed.
I ignored her as I quickly zipped my fly and smoothened my pants.
"Ow, ow, ow" she kept repeating as she sagged on the bed still clutching her throat.
"And I have to perform… in five days, what… do I do? You better pray… this goes away… by then."
Her voice was getting more raspy with each word. And with how tightly her face was squeezed, it must hurt like hell.
I barely gave her a glance from the gold rimmed mirror where I stood adjusting my tie. In truth, a part of me felt for her, but the thing with being as ruthless as I've become is that constant fueling of that dark side eventually silences the human side.
Or so I had thought…
