The Casino, The Hotel Room and The Book CoNtRaCt offer.

I shot my eyes open and the hangover was instantly fought away with the thought that something amazing had happened the night before.  As the thump in my head began to charge up its engine, and my dry, scratchy throat urged at me to, “Go ahead and swallow,” my mind was racing with the memories of another unforgettable night for the books.  A battle ensued between my incredibly happy mind and my horribly abused body.

“What the fuck happened?” I thought, looking straight ahead as to not stir the resting beast of bodily functions that were festering inside my body.  I recognized a hotel, just not which hotel.  I knew the prior few weekends had its fair share of room renting and hotel hopping.  “It’s definitely Monday.  I can tell by the tiny pit in my stomach that was telling me I had work in an hour.”

There was something to my right.  It was radiating these very soft and welcoming, ‘beauty vibes’.  They were colorful and warm.  The bed was big, so I didn’t bother trying to find what was under the covers.  That was until I noticed the tiny curve of her ass and recognized the white panties that left so little to imagination.  My excitement rose in more ways than one now, and I reached over towards the pillow that was covering her face.

I remember.  “The casino…Oh my God.”  Numbers began to flip through my head in index form as I added up the tally.  “Eight hundred and twenty dollars.  We got the room…the other two left, and…”  The movement of the pillow was slowly exposing the face that would confirm this experiment was getting serious.  There were precautions that needed to be taken from this moment forth.  Shit was getting real.

Although nervous, the excitement to see the face that had redefined attraction for me was nothing compared to the actual moment I saw her again.  “So…fucking…peaceful.”  She looked like she’d been asleep for 12 hours after 7 days of spa treatment and beach tanning.  That fucking thing gripped at my heart again.  This time, it was so noticeable that I had to look away and cringe.  This girl was literally, physically, ‘moving’ my heart. 

It wasn’t painful really, but it was the only way I could describe it.  It fucking moved.  I’m sure now, being used to it, that it’s the same feeling the first man to ever fall in love had gotten back in the old days.  It was the feeling that people got that made it easy to use the heart as a way to describe that ‘place’ in your body that held emotion, that held love. 

I was a believer.  My heart raced now as I saw Fiona and confirmed I held more than enough cash to continue the party into the week.  I also felt the adrenaline continue to pump from the prior day’s cocaine and Percocet usage.  I got up, looking around the room with a smile I could not get rid of.  “Wow.  Now, this, is how you leave a fucking hotel room.” 

I made my way to the dresser and crushed up 15 mg of Percocet.  The hangover was in for it now as I flipped on some music and chugged at a half empty bottle of water.

In the bathroom, I flipped through notifications and made my way to my email.  There was one that stood out.  The subject was titled, “Contract Offer.”  I opened the email and viewed the attachment.  My book was going to be published.  “I’m going to be a published author.”

Quick, time to wake up my future wife and offer her a ride on the magic carpet that was going to be my life from this point on.