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away.
     
    “I’m not!” he yelled after me. “I’m gonna find you and serenade ya!”
     
    Three hours later…
     
    I opened my eyes slowly; the pokey room I was staying in was spinning. Surely I didn’t have that much to drink—did I? I glanced at the wine bottle in my hand—three quarters were gone. “Ooops,” I giggled.
     
    My phone started ringing. “Where are yoooou?” I called as I looked up and down the bed and then spotted it on the floor. “There you are!” I cackled as I accidently rolled off the mattress, trying to reach out and grab the phone, but instead landing with a thud as my butt hit the floorboards.
     
    I answered, “Hellllllloooo?”
     
    The familiar gutter accent started singing, “Are ya lonesome tonight? Are ya lonesome tonight?”
     
    I smiled in my drunken haze as I picked at a lifting floorboard. “Elvis? Seriously? It’s all Bruno Mars and Bieber these days.”
     
    “Alright, darlin’, I can do that too,” and he started singing, “As long as ya love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke...”
     
    I rolled over onto my tummy, listening to his terrible voice. “I’m close to all of those things, Daniel, and I don’t love you.”
     
    His voice deepened with seriousness, and he whispered, “But you do, Siena. You just haven’t realized it yet. I realized it the moment I saw you, that you and I should be… one. I’ll give you everything.”
     
    I sighed loudly, “You’ll give me multiple STDs, massive guilt for breaking up your family, law suits, and the press hounding me for being the ‘other’ woman.”
     
    “Siena, I struggled for years trying to pay me bills and build the company at the same time. Why would you want to live in that ‘orrible rat nest of yours when you can be with me? You’ll never have to work another day in ya life. Just sing—just stand and sing.”
     
    I sat up, leaning my back against the bed, in the hope that things would stop spinning. “Why, Daniel? Because I can sleep at night, that’s why. I don’t have a guilty conscience. I’ve got peace.”
     
    He laughed, mocking me. “‘I’ve got peace.’ What the hell does that mean?”
     
    I took another swig from the bottle of wine in contemplation. “I don’t know—don’t ask me questions; everything is a blur.”
     
    “Can ya let me in, baby?”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “I mean I’m freezing my ‘nads off out here—open the bloody door.”
     
    I giggled, crawling to the door. I stretched up to the doorknob, swaying as I opened it.
     
    He looked straight ahead, expecting to see me and then down to the ground where I was resting on my knees. “Hello, darlin’—there’s no need to beg, although… you know I love ya in that position.”
     
    I looked up at his big, strong body in my drunkenness. Half of me wanted to wrestle him to the ground then and there, the other half wanted to find my lost morals and slam the door straight in his face.
     
    “How the hell did you find me?” I slurred. “Paris is massive.”
     
    “Well, I looked up the crappiest places in the city, close to where we bumped into each other and bingo-bango, here I am.”
     
    I wound my finger around an escaping curl as I listened to him. “Your stalking ability scares me.”
     
    He bent down and kissed my forehead. “Your beauty entrances me.”
     
    “Get me a bucket, Daniel; I think I’m going to hurl. Seriously, what is it with you and all the lines?”
     
    He walked straight into my room, unzipping his hoody to reveal his ripped, drool-worthy chest as he took a seat on the single bed. “Whoever painted this place must have been high. I feel like I’m gonna go color blind, darlin’; it’s ‘orrid.”
     
    I laughed, watching his concerned expression. “The lady at the station told me it was ‘cheerful’.”
     
    “She lied, darlin’; and what’s with the bed? It’s insanely small. Maybe you are an elf after all? Do you wanna go