Chapter 12. Girl in My Bed

Miles

When I walked out of the bathroom, I expected a million things.

I expected someone snooping through my stuff, or worse, someone trying to steal my laptop or wallet.

It was a girl’s voice, so I wonder if is she alone or with someone?

Did she pick the lock, or did I forget to lock my own damn door?

I know it can’t be room service. They wouldn’t complain about being cold or the AC.

Probably just some random drunk. I fucking hope that’s the case. Not someone armed, ready to take me out or shit.

Last thing I imagined was to see a girl’s clothing spread all over my room.

Yeah, the girl I fucked… what was her name again? Nancy… Naomi?

Her dress is lying here… but there is one more dress.

I clearly remember I only bought one girl here, not two. And she was wearing only one dress, not two!

I take a few steps and look around, and it doesn’t take me longer to spot the girl. Laying naked on my bed. Her face