Sneaky Adrian

Adrian sat upright from the sea of naked bodies. He furrowed his brows. He massaged his forehead to ease the headache he was feeling. He got to his feet and stared in admiration at the numerous naked girls sprawled on his bed in different positions, some of them lying on the floor. There were littered bottles everywhere. He tried to conjure up images from the previous night. It had been a wide rave. He walked up to his cupboard. Took out an aspirin and swallowed it. He spotted a half bottle of wine, he picked it up with and glass and grabbed a robe and walked out of the room unclad like the day he was born.

He walked through an empty corridor, at the far end there was a room. He slipped on the robe, unlocked the door and walked in.

Angela screamed aloud.

“What the fuck woman?” Adrian shouted, startled.

She shut her eyes.

Adrian pulled his robe over him and fastened the robe securely.

Mason looked at him in disgust.

“Cover up!" she said aloud.

“Pfft! You’re not Henry’s woman any