TWENTY-SIX

Into the Drunk and Starry Night.

Felicia came as promised, at exactly 11:30pm. Hayden was impressed, but he was also drunk as shit. He felt numb as he opened the door and she sauntered in. Through the bright light in his room, he saw that she was wearing a long, net black gown with black underwear.

“Do the hotel just let you do whatever you want?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Felicia laughed sweetly. “Please, don’t bother about that. I have my ways. I see you’ve been having fun before I came,” she added as she inspected the unfinished bottle of wine on his long table.

Hayden shrugged. “Do you want to start the party all over again or what?”

She grinned. “No daddy. I’m all for you.”

She slowly let down her hair. It was short and flowed around her shoulders, not as long as Lola. Lola’s image suddenly filled his head. He’d been doing a great deal of not thinking of her lately, of telling himself she was just another girl that caught his attention, someone he would soon forget.

Hayden gra