C17 Chapter 17

Sasha

I instantly smelled a strong odour of weed coming from the kitchen and living room. Dexter was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. I spotted a joint on the table with a half-empty bottle of whisky. I guessed he must have drunk quite a bit already.

I shouldn’t really have cared about him and his well-being. As he’d pointed out several times, it was just sex between us