Page 238 of The Valiant Knight
God.
He was an idiot.
When he sat up, his belly rolled, and he knew he was going to be sick.
Here came the hangover‘fun’, and it looked like it was going to be a doozy.
Terrific.
There wasn’t a bigger asshole who deserved it either.
He.
Hauled.
Ass.
By some miracle, he made it to the bathroom, where he proceeded to vomit up what was left of his colon, his spleen, and what felt like his whole stomach lining.
Jesus.
How much did he drink?
Today was going to be absolutely miserable, and he knew it. All the chores, and making food…plus dealing with the whole stirred-up ghost thing was going to be brutal.
Yeah, he wasn’t looking forward to that.
Not.
At.
All.
How he wished he could crawl back into bed, but he needed this job.
It was all he had left.
Getting up from the floor, he wobbly made it into the shower, where he cleaned himself.
Again.
Why?
He felt dirty.
Well, that’s what happened when you allowed yourself to be some stranger’s cum dumpster. It was mind boggling that he could sink to such self-loathing, but here he was in the pit.
Only, he couldn’t worry about that. What he needed to worry about was the embarrassment that was at the front and center in his mind.
Graham only hated himself more for dragging innocent people down with him.
When he was finished showering, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed back into his bedroom. When he picked up his phone, there were messages on it.
Oh, shit.
What did he do?
Opening his phone, Graham saw that the first one was from the guy he’d hooked up with last night, who humiliated him.
