In the dusky light of the room, Darius's bronzed muscles gleamed as he rose from the bed. Naked, he strode the several paces to the fully stocked bar on the left. He filled a crystal goblet with his favorite bourbon, not wincing as the potent liquid coursed down his throat, and seeped into his veins.
Disinterested, he glanced back at his bed. A golden-haired, vacant woman lay there, exhausted and beaten.
She had done absolutely nothing to dispel his violent rage.
"Wrong bitch! Wrong day!" Darius cursed.
Sadie was a completely unsatisfactory substitute for her sister. But for tonight, she would have to do. Tonight, she was all he could have.
But tonight would not last forever...