Chapter 386

DRAKE Fuck, I needed a drink tonight. It’s been a tough few days, and I’m relieved to be sitting alone at the stylish bar of the Grand Regent, enjoying a good Scotch. The bartender was kind enough to take a huge tip and leave the bottle. Amelia has been whisked upstate for a night at a spa hotel by Emily. She’s been sending me photos throughout the day, including one of her newly pedicured toes and another of her and Emily in white robes, waiting for their massage. The thought of my girl getting oiled up and rubbed all over is hot, but then I start getting jealous of someone else laying hands on her. Please tell me the masseuse is a 92 yr old grandma. He’s 24 and looks like a young Brad Pitt. I start to fume and actually consider calling Constantine and telling him to get ready for a road trip, but my phone dings with a new message. Just kidding. Put your coat back on, big guy. She knows me so well, I think, smiling. It’s nice to see her go for a little lighthearted banter. Two weeks h