Episode 6
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Chapter six
Harsh sunlight pierced through the thin motel blinds with unrelenting intensity, gradually coaxing Celine awake from the deep, satisfied slumber into which she had fallen after an unforgettable night. As her eyelids fluttered open, she found herself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling marked by peeling paint and a peculiar water stain that vaguely resembled a misshapen heart, immediately reminding her that she was in the modest confines of the Starlight Inn. A throbbing headache pounded relentlessly in her temples, the aftermath of excessive tequila consumption, while her mouth felt unpleasantly dry and coated with a lingering cottony texture.When she attempted to rise from the bed, a profound soreness permeated every muscle in her body, serving as an unmistakable testament to the vigorous physical activities of the previous evening, and she noted with a wry smile that the man responsible for her current condition had already departed long before dawn. Despite the discomfort, she recalled with vivid clarity how extraordinarily pleasurable the s*x had been, a night of passion that had exceeded her wildest expectations and left her feeling both exhausted and invigorated in equal measure.After swinging her legs over the edge of the bed and steadying herself against the wave of dizziness, Celine made her way to the small adjoining bathroom, where she proceeded to wash thoroughly, allowing the warm water from the shower to cascade over her skin and cleanse away the remnants of sweat, scent, and satisfaction from her encounter. Once she had finished dressing in the same clothes she had worn the night before, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles as best she could, her attention was suddenly drawn to a substantial wad of crisp banknotes resting conspicuously on the nightstand beside the bed.It appeared that the mysterious man, whose name now escaped her hazy recollection amid the hangover fog, had left this generous sum as a gesture of compensation, which struck her as somewhat comical since it resembled payment one might offer to a professional companion for services rendered. Nevertheless, she chuckled softly to herself and mused aloud that there was absolutely nothing wrong with accepting the money, especially since he had clearly intended it as a voluntary payment for the memorable time they had shared.Before departing the room, Celine picked up her phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand and noticed a series of missed calls lighting up the screen, including several from both of her parents and her close friend Alicia, which immediately piqued her curiosity about why her parents would be reaching out to her at such an unusual hour on a Saturday morning. As she collected her belongings and prepared to leave the inn, she decided to return Alicia's calls first, assuring her friend over the phone that she had arrived home safely after the wild night and promising to catch up with all the details at a later time when her head felt less like it was splitting open.With that matter settled, Celine then dialed her parents' number, wondering to herself what kind of fresh drama they might be entangled in this time, and whether they were genuinely calling to check on their beloved daughter or if this was another instance where they only remembered her existence when her twin sister Celeste put on a performance of pitiful vulnerability to garner sympathy and attention. The taxi ride back through the bustling streets provided ample time for these thoughts to swirl in her mind, accompanied by the comforting weight of the wad of bills in her pocket and the lingering physical reminders of Idris's touch etched into her body.The vehicle eventually pulled up to the familiar family compound on the outskirts of the city, a spacious bungalow surrounded by tall palm trees and vibrant rose bushes that her mother had tended with meticulous care for years, evoking a mixture of nostalgia and apprehension as Celine paid the driver and stepped out onto the gravel driveway. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever confrontation or revelation awaited inside, and walked purposefully toward the front door, coming to a resolute stop right at the entrance to her family house.
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