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groggily teased, “This is your room. Trying to sneak away doesn’t really work.”
    “I wasn’t trying to sneak away. I was trying to get up without waking you,” I whispered. My head was throbbing so bad that everything sounded amplified.
    “Your head hurts, doesn’t it?” she asked as I squinted with the morning sun peeking through the shades.
    “Yes,” I grumbled.
    “Here, take a few of these, and I’ll get you some water.” She handed me a bottle of Advil that was on the bedside table and rushed to the minibar, pulling out a water bottle. She was wearing one of my shirts from my suitcase, and her panties peeked out as she rushed to get me the water. If I wasn’t struggling trying not to die, I would be getting her naked right now.
    “So I’m going to ask you again. Did you fuck another woman last night?” she inquired angrily as she handed me the bottle.
    “No, I didn’t. I started drinking in the casino, then I asked the broad where the comedy club was so I could find you,” I admitted. “But the show was already over and that’s when I went back to the bar. I was too drunk to even stand up, so he served me a cup of coffee, and then I came up twenty minutes later to see your mom smack the fuck out of you.”
    I took the pills and water, then looked at her and asked, “Does your mother usually hit you?” I moved her hair out of her face and tilted her head to look at the damage, but it was almost gone.
    “Um…” She refused to look me in the eyes.
    With my hands still cupping her beautiful face, I forced her to look at me. “Listen to me, Angel. I’m not going to tolerate lies. Does she hit you?”
    She answered, “It’s been a long time since she’s laid a hand on me.”
    “It was because of me, wasn’t it?” I hated that I was the trigger.
    “No, it was because I was being a bitch.”
    “No offense, but I hate her, and I want her away from Ted. I won’t let her ruin his life,” I declared.
    “None taken. I hate her too. I have for so long now,” she said as I down the rest of the water.
    “Actually I haven’t lived with my mother for years. She wasn’t the motherly type. I was the mistake that she thought would keep her rich lover, but it happened he was already married and had no intention of leaving his wife…I didn’t live a normal life until I was ten.”
    “What happened then?”
    “My aunt hadn’t seen me since I was born because my mom and her had a huge fallout. She tried to reason with my mother, but it never worked. So one day she decided to pay a surprise visit to my mother. When she found out that the dressing room at the strip club was my first home, she called social services and gained custody of me.” Angel glossed over the whole strip club scene, but it was vivid in my mind. She was exposed to all the vile and raunchy debauchery at a young age. Her aunt had made the move at the right time. If she hadn’t, Angel may have followed in her mother’s footsteps or worse.
    “Did your mother get in trouble?”
    “Not really. She was put on probation, and we only had phone conversations after I had lived with my aunt for a year. They were afraid she would be a bad influence on me.”
    “How did she take it?”
    “Not bad. She enjoyed the freedom of not having me around. It was her late husband that wanted me around. I came to visit often when I was about sixteen, but Vegas was too much and she wanted me to hang around with her friends. Most of them male, if you get what I mean.”
    “I sure as hell do. She was no mother to you.”
    “Not one bit. Whenever she needed to impress someone I would get to visit, but the moment I wasn’t needed, I was sent back, which I really didn’t mind. I like my life in Chicago. My aunt and uncle are awesome people. I don’t want her with Ted either.”
    “Good. So we’re on the same page. Now, I need you to end things with that ass.”
    “I can’t.” She started fidgeting again.
    “Why, because he’s your meal