Chapter 5 Axton Who?

J.D Penn 1.1k words

I wake up in a bed that is not mine.

The bed beneath me is impossibly soft-like cloud-level soft-and the sheets smell like expensive detergent and man.

The air smells like cologne, money, and a faint trace of regret.

My lashes flutter open, and the ceiling above me is not the...

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