foreword

"It's either you accept my offer or you'll be shagging women in a motel instead of a five star hotel for the rest of your life. Your own fucking choice, Yago." It was at this moment that I knew I pushed his buttons more further than what I've planned.

His bloodshot eyes are telling me to shut the fuck up. The air inside his room is getting a little bit tense as minutes stretched, and so suddenly he stood up. With just moonlight as our guide, him glistening under the covers. "You bet on every fucking peso you got." Then, he abruptly crashed his lips in to mine. And that was all I needed.