Chapter 98

He’d gotten in really late the night before and had simply climbed the stairs to his bedroom and collapsed onto the king-size bed, sans clothes. He was questioning his decision to come home at all. He should’ve just stayed at The Mayfield, at least then all he’d have to do was pick up a phone and someone would bring him coffee. He doubted that his assistant Patricia would be too pleased with him if he rang her and demanded she bring him coffee. And he needed his damn coffee! How the hell anyone was able to make a coffee machine work before actually having coffee was beyond him. He was useless before his third cup and being that he hadn’t yet had even one cup, his patience was wearing very thin. He was just about ready to rip the stupid fucking thing from the wall and throw it through a window in frustration. Again, he wondered why he’d had the ridiculous idea to return home. He was pretty sure the house was cursed, as evidenced by the fact that his wife had left him on the day they wer