8
Camden
My head was fuzzy as I crashed back into my limo and told my driver to drive. I knew it was the alcohol and the cigar, but it was more than that. My lungs felt tight. It was hard to breathe, and I wasn’t getting in enough oxygen. As I sucked in another breath, I placed my hand on my chest and wheezed. My lungs rattled.
Fuck. I knew what that meant. f*****g f**k.
I leaned forward, swiping open the compartment in the limo where I kept emergency supplies. “Where are you? Goddamn it.”
I scooted past bottles of booze, a box of condoms, and a collection of chocolates that must have belonged to Katherine.
Then I saw it. “There you are.” I grabbed the inhaler.
I shook it a few times, brought it to my lips, and pressed down on the top, inhaling deeply. I leaned back against the leat
