I woke up Sunday morning with a raging headache. The light was gentle outside. I stirred, felt for my phone and picked it up. It was 7:15 a.m. That meant four hours of sleep? Maybe? We had a full day in Vegas to go, and I was not about to waste it. I got up and surveyed the villa. Kat slept peacefully on top of the covers, attractively nude, legs slightly apart. Somehow, my cock stirred again seeing her.

The living room had a handful of empty wine bottles scattered about. The coffee table and bar top were littered with lines of cocaine, which I recalled Kat had set up...