Toasted

She wore those black leather pants the begged me to follow. Fuck! Why am I so weak? Tonight would be different. I wasn’t going to fall for her seductive game.

I waited an hour before making my way up to her room. Enough time for her to realize that I’m not at her beck and call anymore. And long enough for the alcohol to give me the courage to face her.

She didn’t answer when I knocked on the door. I turned the knob, to my surprise it opened. Strange for a four-star hotel.

I walked in and there she was. Hanging from a sheet tied to a blade on the ceiling fan. I tried not to feel some sort of satisfaction, but the guilt must have gotten to her.

I poured myself a glass of wine from the bottled opened on the table. I raised my glass toward her, and toasted her one final time.

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