Chapter 41

There are many things Denzel was never sorry about: fucking his college roommate’s girlfriend and sister in the same week, nor the numerous married women with visible wedding rings on their fingers. But here he was in the comfort of a twenty-five-story building, in the middle of New York City, having, of all things, regret. He scoffed. “For fuck’s sake, Denzel, how did you allow yourself to fall so deeply in love with a woman? Not just any woman, Denzel, a damn fucking maid!”