THIRTY-EIGHT

Little Snows of Orgasm₂

He never showed up. It was disappointing because Lolita had never waited for anyone as she waited for him. She literally stayed up the rest of the night, leaving just a third-quarter of her door open. She hoped that he would majestically walk in and find her ready for him. It was even more disappointing that she was actually ready for him—all geared up and shit.

She booked an appointment with a hair stylist an hour later. Hayden wasn’t her life. He could be dead for all she knew. Since he was tuned in with danger, it wouldn’t even surprise her that someone had nabbed him up on his way to her room. It was one thing to be messing up with him, but it was another that everyone knew. A hair change was the exact thing she wanted.

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Hayden dragged on his cigarette and cringed as the scent hit him again. He didn’t like it. It wasn’t as authentic as he liked them to be, plus it wasn’t even the real deal. A cigarette was the only thing he could get his hands o