CHAPTER

Almighty Mike:

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" Angel yelled as she banged the door repeatedly. Her frustrated voice, coupled with the surprising noise the show-off's expensive door was making, echoed down the almost-empty hallway.

It even went as far as startling the sugar baby and daddy that seemed to be content with making out in the presence of an audience. 

I leaned on the wall opposite the door. Angel seemed to be keen on breaking down in boredom. This scene was not one of which I enjoyed. From entire floor screaming the kind of opulence that opresses a less fortunate guest; polished floors covered with fucking red carpets, overpriced paintings, boring colours, to the couple —in which the girl had to be a minor and the man a seventy-year old pig— insistent on peeling the skin off their respective faces, to