Deep Sh*t
Thirty-Eight: Rosso
I crawl over the naked passed out woman in my bed. Trying to get to my cell which just went off. I had a late night the night before and needed to blow off some steam. Now seeing the bright sunlight filtering through the curtains. It has to be late morning. Finally untangling myself from the woman on my bed I reach my cell. Then I realized that it is not my cell that is going off but the burner that is in my nightstand drawer. Pulling it out I see the one-word text message. It only takes that one word to make me wide awake.
“Razor!” I screamed knowing he was probably in my office right outside of the door. “Babe, what’s wrong? Why are you screaming?” I feel her hand on my arm. I shrug it off and walk naked to the bathroom as the bedroom door opens. “Ros……”
