Chapter 23
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I never wanted anything more than I wanted Elsie Carpenter.
And when you were twenty-five and reckless, full of f****d-up thoughts and dirty dreams, you wanted lots of things. A beautiful woman, being number one. And I “had” two.
Two very gorgeous, very different women. One with hair as black as the night and eyes as light as the sky. The other—all golden, warm hues. Night and day. The moon and the sun. As opposite as two women could ever be. And at separate points in time, I had wanted them both.
I sit at the black and white tiled bar of the infamous St. Regis, my heart beating out of my f*****g chest, as I take another swig of the signature Red Snapper, the spicy Bloody Mary sliding down my throat with a burn. The never-ending early summer rain beats at the wide win
