(Warning: language and sexual reference)
Morning came as the sun beamed through the vertical blinds like it had something to say. Celeste rolled over and covered her face with the over-stuffed pillow next to her. She smiled as she thought about last night. Her smile faded, remembering the conversation Jack had started with her; the conversation she wanted to finish.
“No way,” Celeste whispered to herself as she crawled out of bed and walked over to the wet bar. She opened the refrigerator to see a note taped to a bottle of vodka.
Good morning, sunshine, Sorry I had to cut out early. Meeting. Here is a gift for you. There is money in the nightstand drawer. See you Thursday? My love, Jackie.
Celeste twisted the cap off of the vodka and threw it at the mirror on the adjacent wall. She schlepped over to the nightstand and slid the drawer open.
There was a pink envelope inside; the flap tucked in. Two thousand dollars. She would give Spitz a grand to keep him quiet for a while. She dropped the envelope on the nightstand and chugged two shots of vodka.
It’s unbelievable what you do to survive, Celly. She thought to herself.
Celeste plopped on the bed, pulled her panties to the side and fingered herself while she closed her eyes and thought of a random dark-haired man. Jack crept into her head along with the conversation from last night. Her stomach flip-flopped as she ran to the bathroom, both her hands over her mouth. She made it to the toilet and puked.
She looked hard at herself in the mirror behind the sink.
“Hunny, there is an explanation for this. There has got to be another dancer named Janice. God has a sense of humor, sure. But he ain’t no sick fuck, is he? No way have you been banging your daddy.”
She scooped the money up, got dressed and threw the key on the bed. It was time to go get some answers.
*excerpt from a novel written in 2011