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oked around. What the fuck? This isn't my room! And what's

s so unfamiliar, to come back to me. I gently, yet hastily, got out of the king-sized bed, picked up some clothes I recognized as my own lying carelessly on

g my phone's GPS. A five-star hotel in the heart of Los Angeles. Wi

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ember much-I'd been tipsy-but one thing was certain: I had a damn good fuck. Who would'

ous and deliver a hot escort, to the point where I'd almost thought it was a scam. It had

ect their identities or to get away with whatever they'd managed to steal from me: wristwatches, cash, and other petty items. I hadn't expected her to leave so e

omething too sophisticated about her-a bit of elegance, ev

e way her body had responded to me. Whatever her story w

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hroat was parched as hell, so I went to grab a drink. As I picked up a cup

a bustling place-like a party or something. I must have stopped after a shot or two because I

breasts were being squeezed. I couldn't quite see who it was. The background was blurry, maybe a bit dar

ed to coax them back, but nothing came.

me even angrier. The only person who could really jog my memory was Elan, but with so many missed calls from him on my phone, how was

at the skimpy dress I was still wearing. It showed a lot of skin. I remembered putting i

ur conversations could give me any clues about where we'd been last ni

even mean b

, but when he did, he really meant someth

ther message po

ight-why? I'm so sorry about yesterday, babe. I'm currently busy right no

nly made me

s hoping to find something that wou

. Be down

ed downwa

the gold dress already, i

ne out together, but wh