When Max woke up, he found himself in bed with a woman sleeping beside him.
Startled, he bolted upright.
The color drained from his face when his gaze fell on his naked body.
Fragments of the previous night flashed through his mind.
He remembered drinking at the bar. A woman had approached him. Then he had followed her to a hotel.
When he looked back at the woman beside him, revulsion churned in his stomach.
'I actually slept with a hooker.' His chest tightened. 'How could I do this to Mila?'
He knew how much Mila despised betrayal, yet he had become the very thing she hated.
Regret crashed over him.
He jumped out of bed, gathered his scattered clothes, and dressed in a hurry.
As he turned to leave, he paused.
The woman was still asleep.
Taking several dollar bills from his wallet, he tossed them onto the bed before storming out of the room.
