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Jameson laughed stepping back. “Yes mother.”

I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, melting in the rich intoxicating scent of him. “Later?”

He winked and took the other shot.

The rest of the night passed in an absolute blur of Tequila shots, Spencer singingBust a Movewith Jameson and Aiden as they danced around like complete idiots on top of the bar, and Alley yelling at all of us to behave.

We never did talk about what happened during the race or even after the race. Instead, we had a good time and behaved like the twenty something kids we all were. You might think living a lifestyle with money and fame Jameson could do what he wanted and when he wanted but that seldom happened with the obligations he had. But that night, he let loose.

I couldn’t tell you what all occurred because once we left the bar, things spiraled out of control quickly when we found a strip of four bars in a row and decided to do a bar crawl.

The only thing I remember, besides Emma throwing up on Spencer at one point, was the last stop happened to be a tattoo parlor. Who in the right mind would put four bars in a row and then a tattoo parlor on the end?

That’s just asking for trouble.

8.Brake Fade–Sway

Brake Fade – Brakes transform motion into heat. The heat in the rotors of a car can reach five thousand degrees F. When the fluid in the brake system exceeds its boiling point due to hard use, bubbles can form in the brake line and calipers. Since these bubbles can be squeezed smaller by pressure from the brake pedal, the pedal tends to “go soft” and may even go to the floorboard without the brakes working properly.

My body was so completely exhausted from these last two weeks that I actually felt sick.

All things considering, this was a feeling I was growing accustomed to this last week.

Rolling over onto my back, I felt something hard and not the hard I was used to waking up with either.

Reaching underneath of me to pull out whatever it was I found a beer bottle. Groaning, I tossed it aside only the thump it made didn’t sound like the floor.

“Ow...” Emma yelped.

What was Emma doing in here? More importantly, where is here?

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I attempted to decipher my surroundings, blinking vigorously until my vision improved enough to see.

I appeared to be in a hotel room, a very white hotel room. Squinting once again, my eyes adjusted slightly to the brightness.

My god, it’s like an insane asylum.

I looked around for padded walls but saw none. At least I hadn’t been committed last night.

Rolling over, I covered my aching head with a pillow.

No one else seemed to be in bed with me so I sprawled out, I could determine where I was later, sleep was far more important at that point.

My head was hurting too badly for this bright ass room.

I needed darkness, lots and lots of darkness.

Who uses white paint these days anyways? Aren’t people into the earthy tones?

Lying there, I noticed how incredibly sore I was below. I had a few concerning thoughts surrounding this.

For one, my ass seemed to be fairly tender and I had some strict rules about the rear access. I just hoped that wasn’t the reasoning behind this particular soreness otherwise Jameson was cut the fuck off.

With a heavy, but female sigh, I felt movement beside the bed so I turned over again to see Emma with her head resting on the bedside, staring at me.

“Nice tattoo, Sway.” She whispered with a smug smile, her black spiky hair looking similar to a porky pine.

“What tattoo?” I turned over on my back to realize it was the side of my ass that hurt. Not just any hurt, likereallybad hurt, and burned.

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