Free Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three by Aven Jayce Page B

him. He was nice to
her, but hated me with a passion. Maybe she blocked it all out.
    Asinine fucker.
    I kick the coffee
table and an echoing crash fills the room. It’s dismal in here and I need a
shot to calm my nerves.
    No, forget the
liquor tonight. I need some weed. Luckily, I’ve got a few joints left in my
bedroom and getting high might help me figure out what the fuck’s going on in
my head.
    I smoke when I’m
under stress and need to unwind, and usually it’s a solitary experience. I
don’t enjoy people yacking in my ear when I’m stoned.
    I take a black metal
case from my dresser and turn on my favorite music to smoke to, In the Pines ,a folk song from the 1800s. It’s something that brings me peace.
    After a long drag I
close my eyes, sensing a massaging hand codling my brain. The pot soothes my
muscles and alleviates my anxiety. I grin, literally, a dopey grin; then take
another hit before heading to my bedroom deck to marvel at the mountain pines.
    Hell, this woman’s
turning me into a clod, forcing me into a world that I’m completely unschooled
in. And to hell if my father didn’t also turn me into a clod, forcing me into
his world that I was completely unschooled in. Shit. I’m just too marred to
escape either one.
    In the pines, in the pines
    Where the sun never shines
    I shivered the whole night through
    The melancholy voice
lingers in the brisk night, seeping between the trees and down to the empty
pool. The lights from the inhabited hotel rooms ignite the back property where
the ash trees exhibit a few remaining leaves on their branches. It’s all rather
sensational, especially the smell of the decaying leaves.
    I love my property.
Leaving the overpopulated city of Vegas and living in isolation was a dream I
had for years, long before I ever got a divorce. I hated the smell of that
dusty, polluted desert city. My father loved it. He was addicted to the
twenty-four hour rush, his mansion full of people and his bed full of whores...
bright lights, loud music, gambling, booze, and sex.
    I tired of it after
a decade. The money I was bringing in was incredible, yet I had very little
time to enjoy any of it. Not the way I wanted to. The parties were demanding
and I felt suffocated by the company. I was overwhelmed by the stress to keep
Jameson Industries number one and I hated being compared to my father by all
the other porn company kings. The competition was fierce. Plus, my dad had the
Rosen twins, Dayne and Doron ,
and their father, David Rosen, working by his side. They were a team of four. I
had no one.
    But that’s my own
damn fault. I wanted all the power. I couldn’t stand having a partner. Still
can’t. I need complete control of everything and everyone. I’d rather be a big
fish in a little pond, then...
    Where will you go
    I’m going where the cold wind blows
    “What the...?” I
whisper as a tiny flashing light bounces along the railing next to my hand then
travels up my arm. I know its source; it’s coming from the opposite side of my
hotel, the dark suite. This isn’t the first time the figure is standing outside
on the deck off the master bedroom, using the light to say hello. I point to go
back inside but the fucker won’t obey.
    I tap my watch and
bring up the walkie-talkie App we use to communicate. “Get inside, now.”
There’s no reply, only a continual light on my body. I look down at it and
shake my head. “Get the fuck inside so I know you’re safe,” I speak into my
watch again. “I’m not up for games tonight or Morse code with the flashlights.
Maybe another time.”
    The light vanishes,
only to be replaced by another. This time, a small red light coming from the
woods that gleams when it strikes my watch then quickly races up my stomach to
my chest... it’s a laser sight.
    “Duck!” The voice
from the other suite calls out. But I’m already down, just a split second
before a shot from the pines thuds into my exterior wall.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
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