Chapter One Hundred-Twenty Seven

Thinking maybe the light in the bedroom was deceiving him, Roth went into the bathroom, the light there was very much brighter than the one in the bedroom, there he would see what exactly was in his neck.

Roth gasped as he take a closer look at his neck, indeed there was different hickeys on his neck, still looking fresh.

Had he had sex the previous night? But he must have been with Tristan, how could he have had sex with anyone? Roth remembered Tristan's naked body. Why was Tristan also naked? his eyes remembered their nightwear scattered on the floor.

Now Roth’s mind was reaching a horrific conclusion that he did not want to arrive at. With disbelief, Roth stared back at his own reflection in the mirror, examining the numerous hickeys. Had he slept with Tristan? The very thought filled him with horror, as he saw the blood drain from his face.

The stinging pain between his legs made much more sense now as Roth realized that he had not slept with Tristan, but Tristan had slept with h