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Chapter 14
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12:45 PM SATURDAY
“Look, mate, I’m really sorry about this. I am.” I hang up on Sams. “But the wife called. You know how it is.”
He yells me some more about being naked.
Now, why am I still naked, you ask? And where did I get this phone?
Well, buckle the fuck up for this shit show.
I get out of my shower at the hotel. Let me tell you, it felt good to get that stink and sweat off me.
Thing is, I go to put on some clothes, and my fucking suitcase is gone. Fucking straight up gone. Like it grew legs and caught a flight out of the city.
I call downstairs to the front desk. I’m thinking, surely there will be some camera footage or something.
Fat fucking chance of that. But what do I get from the hotel management for all this bullshit?
“Sorry, sir, nothing we can do.”
What kind of fucked up shit is that?
But I’m Lachlan Williams. I always an emergency plan for this kind of shit.
Plan B time, mate.
Now, whoever showed up in my room may have taken my suitcase, but they didn’t touch the stash of spare money I kept in my travel bag.
Why didn’t they, you ask?
Simple. My travel bag was in the bathroom with me.
The downside to all of this is that I’m back on the stinky, humid streets of Bangkok in nothing but a towel.
It’s a step up from being completely fucking naked. Now my cock isn’t flapping in the wind like some elephant trunk, and old Thai ladies can’t grab my arse out of nowhere.
I mean, theyarestill grabbing and pinching my arse, but at least the towel stops them from breaking skin.
First thing I grab is a replacement phone.
Smart, right?
That’s me. Lachlan Williams. Always thinking.
Of course, I’m pretty sure the only reason I was able to get one is because the Thai girl behind the counter wanted to ride me like rodeo bull.
I’ll take a win whenever I can.
That then leads me to where I am now. Which is getting yelled at in Thai by a street vendor about me being in a towel at his shop.
Truthfully, I’m just fucking happy he isn’t some durian vendor trying to throw spiky fruit at my arse again.
I still have little indents from earlier on my right cheek.
Let me be honest here. The clothes I’m buying arenotmy style. At all. Hell, I don’t think they’ve been anyone’s style since the 80’s or 90’s.
