Wild women do and they don't regret it.
"Lester honey, it's me again baby. You call me back already, okay. I can't get a hold of you at home. Just check in will ya, just so I know you're okay. I worry, ya know."
The cellphone was expertly wedged between shoulder and cheek as Ginger applied her final eyelash in the mirror. Any genuine concern she had for Lester, quickly dissipated with her admiration for her latest purchase that she now flipped shut. Ten grand that baby had cost her, well Sam to be fair, and it was worth every cent she thought as the dressing mirror lights danced spectacularly amongst the irridescent diamonds.
Ginger had been away from Sam for over a week now, every night spent in decadent and expensive luxury at the prestigious L'Ermitage Raffles hotel in Beverly Hills. Sam's cash that he'd aggressively shoved into the Louis Vitton holdall on that coked up night was rapidly depleting, but she wouldn't worry about that til she was down to her last few grand.
For now, the champagne was flowing, the coked up nights had been in abundance, and the days; well the days had been an endless celebration of spa treatments and Rodeo Drive shopping, after noonish anyway.
She reopened the cellphone and paused on the 'home' entry for a moment inhaling deeply. She didn't exhale until the phone was clapped shut again. She knew this wouldn't last forever, but while it did, she was going to make the most of it. Answering to no one but herself was suiting Ginger just fine. Besides, she didn't need Sam, not yet anyway.
Tonight was party night, just like the last eight, and Ginger was dressed to kill as she stepped out of the elevator doors into the hotel foyer. First stop, the bar.
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The cellphone was expertly wedged between shoulder and cheek as Ginger applied her final eyelash in the mirror. Any genuine concern she had for Lester, quickly dissipated with her admiration for her latest purchase that she now flipped shut. Ten grand that baby had cost her, well Sam to be fair, and it was worth every cent she thought as the dressing mirror lights danced spectacularly amongst the irridescent diamonds.
Ginger had been away from Sam for over a week now, every night spent in decadent and expensive luxury at the prestigious L'Ermitage Raffles hotel in Beverly Hills. Sam's cash that he'd aggressively shoved into the Louis Vitton holdall on that coked up night was rapidly depleting, but she wouldn't worry about that til she was down to her last few grand.
For now, the champagne was flowing, the coked up nights had been in abundance, and the days; well the days had been an endless celebration of spa treatments and Rodeo Drive shopping, after noonish anyway.
She reopened the cellphone and paused on the 'home' entry for a moment inhaling deeply. She didn't exhale until the phone was clapped shut again. She knew this wouldn't last forever, but while it did, she was going to make the most of it. Answering to no one but herself was suiting Ginger just fine. Besides, she didn't need Sam, not yet anyway.
Tonight was party night, just like the last eight, and Ginger was dressed to kill as she stepped out of the elevator doors into the hotel foyer. First stop, the bar.
((Thread continued here @ tenebrae_nostro))