The Next Morning...
Dolemeck groaned. He felt more exhausted than he did rested. He even tapped into his demonic side to try and improve himself a little better, and it worked some. Cindy appeared quite satisfied and was still asleep. At least someone was resting in this room.
He moved as quiet as he could, putting on a pair of shorts and exiting the room as not to disturb the beautiful woman who slept in his bed. Dolemeck made his way into the living area of the hotel room, and then into the kitchen that was next to it. He had stocked the fridge the minute he entered New Orleans, so there was more than enough to start making breakfast for four people.
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