Sam sat at the bar, unworried, buying rounds for Luis and Tony, a pair of Cuban brothers from Miami that she’d met an hour before. MNKY-Bar was the Red-Light hangout for the Island’s upper echelon brats. Tony was a Jai alai player and Luis dealt cocaine. Luis was cuter but Tony was richer. She was having trouble deciding between them and was considering enjoying both of them. Mostly she was just grateful for the distraction.
“You are too kind,” Tony smiled as he raised a full glass of Chardonnay “But I will buy the next round!” He placed a hand on Sam’s bare shoulder and caressed her golden skin.
“Yes, and I’ll get the round after!” Luis clinked his glass against Tony’s and rested his hand on Sam’s thigh.
“No need, boys.” Sam tipped her full glass, emptying it down her throat “Tonight’s on Mother!” Sam laughed hysterically and her two suitors followed suit.
“You have a VERY generous Mother!” Luis said, stroking his hand up her back “She must be a wonderful woman!”
“Yes, with such a beautiful daughter!” Tony slurred.
Sam placed her left hand on Tony’s face; her right hand found Luis. She was glowing. And drunk.
“Boys, I have the best kind of Mother in the world” Sam patted their faces “She’s fucking dead.”
After three more rounds Sam tired of the Miami brothers and MNKY-Bar so she ordered a car uptown for dinner. She signed her Mother’s name to the tab and asked for her jacket. When she got down to the street, her car hadn’t arrived. She swiped at her phone and fired off a text message, laughing. Lights flashed in the distant clouds. It couldn’t have been long after Midnight.
“Samantha Devereaux!” She recognized the baritone voice before she turned. His name was, eye-rollingly, Van Steel and his father commanded an empire of exclusive resorts on the Mediterranean. He kissed her dead on the lips, and she felt his hand rest on her derrière.
“Van, wow, it’s been a minute!” She tried her best to hide her irritation, but hiding her irritation wasn’t really something Sam was capable of. He was unfortunately attractive, grotesquely wealthy and had the intellectual prowess of a porkchop.
“Samantha, you look divine! Your hair is gorgeous, your skin in flawless,” Van looked down at her breasts “and that dress…”
“Isn’t wash and wear so get your paws off my ass, Van.” Sam swatted him away. “Look, Van it was great seeing you, but I have a car coming.”
“Oh, come on Sam. I haven’t seen you since the Regatta. Join me for a drink?” Van was perpetually tan. At least six two. Never missed the gym. But his suit was Armani.
“What is that, Italian?” Sam gawked at his jacket “I’m going to dinner, Van.”
“Where? I’ll join you.” Van slyly smiled, the sky flashing behind him.
“Uptown.” Sam looked at her phone, hoping he’d give up.
“I’ll drive, my car’s with the valet.” He motioned toward a man smoking a cigarette in front of a Rolls at the curb. Sam was about to decline when the sky opened up, pouring torrents of rain on them as they fled to Van’s Rolls.
They parked near the Pier and had sex in the front seat. It lasted about a minute and a half. Van lit a joint and handed it to Sam who’d stayed dressed for the worst sex of her life. She took a haul off a bottle of Jack Daniels and a puff of the joint.
“I was sorry to hear about your Mom.” Van said, zipping his fly.
“I wasn’t.” Sam replied, looking at her phone.
“Oh, come on Sam, you pretend like you’re a bitch but…”
“I’m hungry.” Sam cut him off just as she received a notification. She looked at her phone and was obviously thrilled.
“What is it?” Van asked.
“Oh, my Aunt will be flying in this weekend.” She took another haul of JD. She received a phone alert. She looked half concerned and half elated by the glow of her phone. “And…there’s a hurricane coming”.
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