Do you know what was worse than getting your ass pounded by someone who felt like a tank? Waking up with a fucking migraine in said ass. And that was exactly what Ryan was experiencing right now. Thankfully, the cause of his misery was asleep by his side. Fuck, yeah! This was Ryan's escape out of this hellhole. With a whince he stumbled off the bed, and one by one began to put on his clothes that were scattered on the floor. He was about to step out the door till he heard a familiar voice ask hin where the fuck he was going. "Uhmm--- you said you like your coffee in the morning right? I'm going to go do that." Ryan thought quickly, ofcourse it was a lie.