Page 45 of Rayna's Daddy

The last door opened into a large bedroom. The walls to the left and right were floor to ceiling windows with the most amazing views of Las Vegas.

“Oh, wow.” A king-size bed sat next to a dark stone textured wall flanked by two nightstands. A disgustingly loud and smelly burp interrupted my appreciation for the room. An odd feeling swirled in my stomach. I grabbed it with one hand and made it to the bed before collapsing on my knees. I crawled over the bed into the bathroom at the far end of the room. The toilet was further away. I barely made it before the contents of my stomach reappeared.

The horrendous sound and smell of my breakfast and dinner making another appearance made my eyes burn. Tears fell down my cheeks. Once the pizza, champagne, and pancakes were gone, my body continued to dry heave until my stomach couldn’t take it anymore.

“Oh, please stop.” I whispered to myself and laid my head on the toilet. The cold porcelain offered some relief. When I closed my eyes, the world spun but opening them didn’t help either.

I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. Crawling on the hard marble tile hurt worse. “Stupid floor.” I made it to the carpet, and it offered some relief. “Stupid Daddy.” I hit the carpet with my hand and continued to crawl toward the door, but it was too far away. To my right, a sunken area with an array of soft furry floor pillows beaconed me and it was closer than my room. The stack of pillows offered a perfect nest for me to lay my head down.

“If I’m going to die.” I hugged a pillow to my chest. “This is close to the perfect spot.”

I lifted my head. “Oh, no. Not in Kyler’s room.” My head flopped back on the pillow.

The inside of my mouth didn’t taste so good. I needed to get up.

“I’ll just lay here for a few minutes.” It was my last conscious thought before I drifted off to sleep.

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I woketo a dull throbbing headache, which expended to my entire body. My arms and legs were trapped under the fluffiest blanket. It threatened to suffocate me, but moving irritated my skin.

“Ugh.” My throat burned and the inside of my mouth tasted like dirt. “I’m just going to die, right here.”Die?I sat up straight and gripped my head. My brain banged around my skull. An image of a pillow nest popped into my mind. I remember falling asleep on the floor. I peeked between my fingers to find myself back in my room.

“Oh, wow.” I shook my head and stopped. I had been in his room. My heart sunk. His first instinct was to put me to bed . . . As far away from him as possible.

I slipped out of bed. My phone sat charging on the nightstand. It read twelve o’clock. A bottle of water and some Advil sat next to my phone.

How thoughtful of him. Jerk Daddy. I down the medicine and the water. My flight left in four hours. I had to get a move on.

I stood in the shower long enough to wash away the brain fog and gave the Advil time to work. I would miss the shower pressure here. It was amazing. I wrapped the fluffy white towel around my torso and stepped out.

I dried off and changed into a cute sundress I was saving for a night out in Vegas, but sadly, there would be no Vegas nights out for me. No falling in love and getting whisked off my feet by some handsome stranger. Hell, I couldn’t even manage a regrettable Vegas one-night stand hook up. Anyone could get laid in Vegas except me.

This entire trip was one big waste of time.

I checked to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything and took one last look at the view. People moved across the grounds of The Quadrangle without a care in the world. They were here on vacation, to gamble, eat amazing food, live out their Vegas dream. Mine had turned into a nightmare with a hangover and now I had to go back to Jersey and get my life back on track.

“Bye Bye, apartment.” I waved and pulled my stuffed suitcase toward the door and opened it.

Patrick stood with his back to me.

“Excuse me.”

He turned around and his eyes grew wide.

“Hi Patrick.” He spotted my bag. He had an earpiece in his ear and held his phone in his palm.

“Hi Ms. Rayna.” He didn’t move. He better not try to stop me.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” I squeezed his forearm. “I appreciate it.”

He didn’t speak.

“Bye. Bye.” I shimmied by him, waved, and proceeded down the hall, dragging my suitcase behind me.

He caught up with me in the middle of the hall. “Uhm. Where’re you going?”

I reached the elevator and pushed the down button.

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