This is a preview to the chapter Sixteen from the book Hellbound by Tim Hawken.
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“What? Charlotte?” But I was looking at the prostitute, Oba.
“Relax,” she said. “You’re with Oba now.” She tried to lean in but I stopped her. I stood up off the bed.
“I’m sorry, Oba. I’m spoken for.”
She looked hurt. “Well, why follow me in here in the first place, then?” she asked, her hands on her hips.
“No, I didn’t know. I…” I didn’t even finish my sentence. I turned and walked from the room with Oba yelling for me to come back, but my interest in such a gorgeous woman had died with my regained memory of Charlotte.
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