Page 31 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

I sat up, then winced as my head spun. What the fuck did we drink last night? “Okay. Raleigh and I will handle it from there. Thanks for everything. I’ll let my dad know you’ll be coming tonight.”

“Good. Thanks, brother.”

I ended the call and set my phone on the nightstand. I looked over my shoulder at the sleeping woman in my bed, then let out a gruff sigh of annoyance. I did not want to deal with this shit with a hangover.

“Hey,” I said, gently shaking her. “Time to go.”

The blonde groaned but didn’t move.

Rolling my eyes, I shook her harder and raised my voice. “Hey, time to go.”

She sat up with a gasp, her makeup smudged all around her brown eyes. “Where am I?” She blinked rapidly before focusing on me and pulling the sheets up to cover her exposed breasts. “Who are you?”

I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. “Name’s Jameson. You’re in my hotel room at the Bellagio. I assume we met at a bar last night based on the pounding headache and lack of memory I have right now.”

“Fuck. I promised I wouldn’t do this again.” She eyed me up and down. “Not that you’re not hot, but I’m supposed to be more responsible.” She jumped out of the bed, taking the sheet with her, before grabbing her clothes off the floor and running into the bathroom.

I chuckled, then started to get dressed myself. I slipped my jeans on, then called my brother.

“Hello?” he answered after several rings. He sounded like I felt.

“Hey. Do you have a naked woman in your bed?”

A few seconds passed before he answered, “How’d you know?”

“Wild guess. Get rid of her and come to my room.”

He groaned, “Ugh, my head is pounding.”

I laughed as I hung up the phone. The woman came out of the bathroom in a black minidress that barely covered her ass. “I gotta go,” she said.

I nodded. “Cool.”

Her eyes darted around the room before settling on the pen and notepad on the coffee table. “Give me a call sometime,” she said as she scribbled on the top piece of paper.

I arched a brow. “You remember last night?”

She smiled, shaking her head as she handed me the paper. “No. But I’m sore, so that’s a good sign.”

I smirked as I glanced from the note with her name and number on it to her. “Oh. Well, nice to meet you, Sarah.”

Her cheeks turned red as she eyed me up and down again before heading to the door. “You, too.”

As Sarah opened the door, my brother appeared. His brow furrowed as Sarah scooted past him. “Excuse me.”

“What the fuck happened last night?” Raleigh asked after entering the room.

I shook my head. “I don’t fucking know. Guess we met some girls and got drunk.”

He chuckled as he sat down on the couch. “So what’s up? Why’d you summon me?”

“Nodin called. The girls are going to Fremont tonight.”

“Are we grabbing them there?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I think that’s best. We don’t know for sure how long they’re staying so we don’t want to risk them leaving before we get them.”

“Okay, so we grab them and head home? Or come back here?”

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