Chapter 38: I Can't Move On

"Moving on in a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard."

-Dave Mustaine-

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“Hey handsome, do you want to get a drink and have fun with me?” A brunette bombshell with a thick Hispanic accent approached Maximus who was drinking by himself in a high end bar at the center of Ibiza.

She slowly wrapped her fingers around his arm and started rubbing it while trying to stick her breasts in his view.

When the woman approached him, he was a bit tipsy but he still had full control over his consciousness. He turned to stare at her with a look of absolute contempt and disgust.

“Fuck off!” He told the woman, whose smile quickly disappeared and was replaced by a frown. She was one of the most popular escort in the place and for her to be rejected so quickly like that pissed her off.

“Hmph!” She rose from her seat and quickly walked away, potentially trying to get another customer to drain for the night.

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