CHAPTER XXXVII: SAD BUT TRUE

“Lizzy… NOOOO!!!”

Rube finds himself sitting upright in bed, his whole body shivering as if it’s winter but sweating as if he’s been running through a sunny field. He swallows hard but finds his mouth and throat as dry as the Sahara so he ends up slightly coughing. He reaches for the nearest bottle on his nightstand and chugs it down, the warm liquid leaving a fiery trail within his neck and chest.

Damn these nightmares. And it has to be her every fucking time!

He checks the digital wall clock opposite his bed and cusses to himself. Whenever his slumber is disturbed, he finds it hard to get sleepy enough to go back to bed. And no thanks to that damn nightmare, he is wide awake now with extra energy to boot.

Reuben looks at the space beside him and sighs in relief. He is alone in his bedroom tonight. With the number of women that want to be with him, along with the many hookers who want to work in his numerous exclusive mini-clubs, it was almost impossible for him to enjoy some privacy