Nausea
The suite was large, mirrored, and as Phillip had moved to the bathroom, already stripping away his sweat-soaked clothing, Theo fell back onto the bed, impatiently awaiting his return. The paperwork was complete, the purchase final. As with all of his recently conquered investment properties, Theo was left with a thrumming sense of satisfaction. Like a hunter that had just succeeded in his first kill or a painter that had just placed their completed piece on display, he felt triumphant and a little sick. Nausea was something he thought he'd long ago gotten over. He'd thrown up after purchasing his first property, if only because his mother had taken one look at it and told him he was nuts. Chipped paint, broken door frames, tacky accents. It had been a small house and he'd bought i
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