Jaycen and Aubrey are settling into married life with children; but will a new doctor on the scene tear them apart? Chancez is still reeling from the return of his presumed dead mother and his new half brother who happens to be Derby's son. Will the...
READ THIS AFTER READING CHAPTER TWO OF GIGOLOS-LAS VEGAS...
PREVIOUSLY ON "THE DEEPTHROAT CHRONICLES-REVELATIONS IN TRUTH"
NOVOCAINE
That phone call clearly had me shaken. I was at a loss for words. How could she do this to me? How could my own sister sell me out the monster that heaped abuse on me for years and caused me heartbreak beyond repair? I had to tell someone about the phone call. The only person I could think of to talk to was Aubrey. After ending the distress call to Aubrey, I went and ran me a nice, hot bath. My intentions were clear. Aubrey told me that he couldn't come, so I knew I was all alone in this big, bad world. I took the bottle of pills out of the cabinet and I went to the refrigerator to retrieve my half a bottle of vodka.
As I put one foot into the steaming hot water, the pain wasn't as bad as it was before. I knew that soon all of the pain would be over and done. I pressed PLAY on my IPOD sitting on the bathroom sink. Jennifer Hudson's "Invisible" filled the room, as I sat down in the hot water. I let out a long sigh as I laid my head back against the tub. I opened the pill bottle and took them one by one, as I drank the vodka. When about eight of the pills were in my system, I began to feel the effects. I became sluggish as the pill bottle fell out of my hand into the tub. The vodka bottle fell onto the floor spilling the remaining contents. Tomorrow the newspaper headlines would read, "PROMINENT JOHN HOPKINS GRADUATE NOVOCAINE HILTON FOUND DEAD AT AGE 30." What they wouldn't read is how much I struggled within myself over the years. They would never know that the world we live in is what drove me to the tragic end.
AUBREY
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"Hi," I said timidly, as I walked into my bedroom, almost fourteen hours after I left my anniversary party.
I knew I was a sight, but Jaycen kept his eyes dead set on the laptop on his lap. He was working on something important, it seemed. I yanked my tie off and threw it onto the floor. My clothes were finally dry after spending half the night being drenched, after pulling a lifeless Novocaine out of the bathtub. I sighed deeply, as I removed my shirt and then my pants. Jaycen still wouldn't look up at me. I wanted him to look at me. Shit, at least throw something at me. But, I got nothing. I sat down at the end of the bed and removed my shoes, while looking back at him. He was still staring at the laptop screen. The whole scene was eerie. Never had he ever given me the complete brush-off. This was new and I didn't like it very much. I walked over and climbed up on the bed to look at the laptop screen. It appeared to be a contract for a new club in Georgia. He was proofreading it or either ignoring me on purpose.
"Everything okay at work," Jaycen finally spoke to me.
"Uh, yeah. So, what you working on here?"
"It's a contract for the club that Sincere agreed to open here in Georgia before he was...you know. Since Michelle Carter is in charge of Sinsei now, she has agreed to keep all prior contracts and agreements that were on the table six months before Sincere died."
