Chapter 48

Vincent

I didn't bother saying goodbye to that little brat this morning, but now I'm feeling a bit...I don't know...

Melancholic?

No, that's not a term I'd ordinarily associate with myself. Yet, here I am, feeling a twinge of something similar to regret for not saying goodbye to Sarah this morning.

This is absurd.

She passed out completely after I gave her her fourth orgasm. Jeez, if she is going to stick around as my wife, she better learn to fucking keep up.

My plane was supposed to take off in a few minutes, so I contemplated calling home to hear her voice, but I decided against it at the last minute.

It's a moment of weakness, nothing more. I am Vincent Sterling, after all, a man who doesn't succumb to sentimental urges.

I lean back in my seat, staring out at the clouds rolling by.

"Could I offer you something to drink, sir?" The flight attendant interrupts my thoughts.

"Whiskey, please," I say shortly.

The flight attendant offers me a glass of whiskey, and I accept it with a nod,