The morning rays filtered through the open window, landing gently on the figures lying on the bed.
On both sides of a broad looking man were two women, beautiful, flawless skinned, and utterly naked beneath the thin blanket that barely covered them.
Both of them were wrapped closely around the man sleeping in the middle. It was a dream many men would kill for: to be in the company of two stunning women. But the man currently looked far from peaceful.
His forehead was dotted with sweat, and the bed beneath him was soaked. A pained expression twisted his features as his head moved side to side, like he was fighting a war within.
His face held nothing but disarray.
A knock came at the door, followed by a voice.
"Captain."
The man's eyes shot open, his gaze locking onto the cracked ceiling of the cheap motel he'd rented the night before.
'Shit. Again.'
