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The only other person who’s on the top floor is Archer, and with him being a prospect, the chances of him seeing me up here are slim to none.
The club members constantly keep him busy. He’s at the bottom of the totem pole, so he has to prove himself to them all.
I walk up the stairs, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be around me, and head all the way to the top floor.
Finally reaching the top floor, I head straight for my room and drop my bag onto the bed.
I’ll head to Razor’s room in a couple of minutes, but first I need a break.
I can’t believe that fucking happened.
My hands still shake from the adrenaline rush, and the overwhelming urge to numb my senses takes over me.
Reaching into my bag, I search for my lime green pencil case that holds some odds and ends, plus exactly what I’m looking for.
Inside is a small pill container, where I normally hide my cocaine.
Taking out a small amount and placing it on the back of my hand, I carefully place the baggie back in its container and grab a cut straw from inside the case.
Bringing it up to my nose, I inhale deeply, feeling the bitter taste hit the back of my throat.
Despite the harshness, the burn brings some relief from the emotions raging within me.
My eyes take in the sparse room, decorated only with a few personal belongings to make it feel like mine.
Still, the room still feels empty and masculine.
All of the rooms in the club are.
I sigh, realizing how unhappy I am with my life right now.
This constant cycle of highs and lows isn’t what I envisioned for myself.
Amazing moments of happiness, combined with the depths of despair.
I want to feel one and not the other, but the sadness won’t leave me be.
Frustrated, I toss everything back into its place and throw my bag in the corner before heading to the mini fridge.
Without hesitation, I grab a shot of vodka and down it quickly.
I don't want to spend any more time in this lonely room, so I venture into the hallway, cautiously scanning both directions to make sure no one is lurking around.
The coast is clear, so I quickly make my way to Razor’s door and walk inside his room.
It’s pitch black in here so I flick on the light switch and head over to his bed, laying against the soft plushness.
Damn, this bed is better than the one in my room.
I lose track of time as I lay here staring at the plain ceiling above me until finally, the door opens
I shoot up, praying it’s Razor and not someone being nosy.
As soon as I see his perfectly groomed beard in the doorway, a wave of relief washes over me.
With a confident smirk, he drags his tongue across his lips before stating, "You look good in my bed."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by his boldness. "Oh, do I?"
