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Angel
Day Three - Valentine’s DayI woke up the next morning with an unfamiliar soreness between my legs and a heavy conscience. I made it to the bathroom without waking Nick and stared at the unfamiliar woman in the reflection. I didn't know who she was.
I, Angel Rose, had s*x with a stranger. A person I'd known for less than forty-eight hours. And not just once. It was an all-night performance with multiple encores and revivals. We moved our frantic f*****g to the bedroom, along the way erecting the stage at the threshold, then the bedroom rug, unable to stop ourselves. The audience begged for more, I begged for more.
We resurfaced a few hours later, and Nick found a note that had been slid under the door. Our cold dinner was waiting on top of a fancy trolley with a pristine white c
