Chapter 228 STORY 62 - FUCKED OVER THE COAST LINE (IV)

“Maybe.” I tip my chin toward the row of dark glass doors along the hotel’s face. “Or maybe the audience is out there. Somebody behind their curtain with a drink and a view of a woman riding a stranger in a chair.”

I sink all the way down, and the fullness of it goes through me instantly. I roll my ...

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