Chapter 227: Chapter 227: NOT COMPANY: FLYNN

Waking up with a hangover is never a good start to the day, and the first morning after we'd arrived in Miami was no exception. Stretching out in bed, my hand automatically reached for my girl, but the bed was empty. I sat up with a start as my eyelids sprang open in the darkened room to find I was alone in the dim light. On the nightstand were two Advil, a glass of water, and a small bottle of orange juice in a wine cooler.

Straining my ears for voices was pointless, it was a huge house, and I knew if she were downstairs the only way I was going to find her was to go looking for her. I coughed and winced at the scratchy feeling in my throat and my tight chest. I rubbed my abs as I walked into the luxurious bathroom. The shower was to die for, and I knew the only way I was going to feel almost human was to take the pills, drink the orange juice and water, and try to wash as much of the previous night's excess away as I possibly could.