Chapter 51

• The next morning, in the bedroom of some lavish penthouse, the man grumbled with pristine irritation when the phone on the nightstand kept going off.
• “Ah, fuck it!” he yapped groggily, turning to his other side and stretching his hand out to reach over the phone and shut it the fuck off.
• “Come on!” with his eyes still squeezed shut, haphazardly he patted his hands around, trying to feel the damn phone, only to knock over something and jolt awake when it crashed to the floor.