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Chapter 23

Henri
Y ou’re not doing anything. The voice inside my head mocks me. I sigh

heavily and shut down my work computer. The previous weekend was so
promising. I had Sanya in the same bed with me for two nights and
couldn’t close the deal. The first night was a wash. I’d taken the gentlemanly route
and let her sleep off her intoxication.
The second night looked promising. After the kiss, we’d carried a sexy tension
between us the rest of the day. I’d imagined stripping her out of the lacy dress and
spending the rest of the weekend inside of her. No dice. I’d never had the alcohol
in the concoction from hell and never will again.

It tore through my system with the intensity of low-level food poisoning. I’d left
Sanya next door to enjoy the party, hoping some fresh air would help my issue. My
head was spinning by the time I’d returned to the room. I sat on the balcony and
sipped mineral water until my body decided to purge the foreign liquid.
I felt better after throwing up – I’d barely made it to the toilet – but the nausea
hung like a depressing fog. I disinfected the area, brushed my teeth, and took a 15-
minute shower to cool down my skin. I crawled in the bed wearing nothing but boxer
briefs. My head pounded, and my axis was tilted; I didn’t have the energy to dress
any further.

I couldn’t text. I gave up after trying for five minutes. Sanya called, and I told
her to stay. She showed up five minutes later.
“It was the drink wasn’t it? The Crazy Frenchmen? That’s why he’s crazy.
Drinking that shit.”