Chapter 51: Karma POV

**"This was never the way I planned. Not my intention, I got so brave, drink in hand. Lost my discretion. It's not what I'm used to.”, Katy Perry **


This hangover is hitting me hard. I do not remember shit that happened. After, I ate and drank the food. However, my body feels sore all over. I must have danced hard as well. It is funny how you do not feel hurt muscles until the next morning. Given that I haven't let loose like this for years. Even after the shower, I still feel like I got hit by a truck. I took two more pain pills, knowing damn well I needed a muscle relaxer.

After talking to Lance, I went back to lying down and watching television. Lance walks in with two pills, he tells me they are the hangover pills. I did not take them because I already taken another two pain pills. I placed them inside the nightstand drawer. Before he left, I called him.

“Hey, Lance, did your lawyer contact my banks, yes? I only ask because I want to do some shopping in Europe”, I said.
“He texted me this morning saying he sent the letters. He sent me the letters he sent and I can send them to you”, he said.
“Since it is the weekend, I doubt anything can be done until Monday”, I said with a frown.
“If you want to go shopping you can take my card Karma”, he said, and I was beyond shocked.
“Lance, I can’t let you do that”, I said.
“It is okay. Besides, we might have parties to go to. You will need the proper attire”, he said. I nodded.

“Check your e-mail. The letter should be there”, he said, then left.

I checked my emails and I saw the letters Lance's lawyer sent to my banks. Also, there are letters from my banks asking for permission to talk to the lawyer about my problem. I printed out the bank forms, signed them, then e-mailed them back to the bank. I also emailed the lawyer the bank letters and introduced myself.

The letter the lawyer sent told the banks about the issue was not handled in twenty-four business days. He will report them to The Department of Banking and Insurance and the Real Estate Commission. Then he will file a lawsuit on my behalf, as well as move my business somewhere else. Damn, his lawyer cut his throat. I need to put this anal plug back in next weekend. I will be with L and I do not want to disappoint him. Fuck I miss him. There is too much

“Hey Karma, are you feeling better”, Lance asked, walking into the room as soon as I finished putting in the larger anal plug.
“Yeah, so much better. Pain meds and sleep always do the trick”, I said, smiling.
“Great, start packing up so we can head out in an hour or so. It is a seven-and-a-half-hour flight”, Lance said.
“Okay, what should I wear?”, I asked.
“Whatever you are comfortable with”, he said.
Leggings, tunics, and sneakers. I left the clothes I had worn already in a bag inside the closet. After I packed the stuff, I was bringing I walked out of the room. Lance said he would have someone take it to the car. Jake is sitting on the couch grinning from ear to ear. I walked over to Lance's desk and I hit my tow on the corner of his desk. I moaned and hissed, then Lance dropped his phone.
“Karma are you okay”, Jake said.
“Yeah, I am fine. Fuck that hurts”, I said.
“Sit down. Jake, please go and get her some ice”, Lance said.
“I must still be a tad tipsy”, I said, joking.
“Right, still don’t remember anything from last night?”, he asked.
“Nope nothing, you", I asked.
“Not at all", he said.

Jake came back with ice and put it on my big toe. So much for wearing sneakers today, flip-flops it is. Lance and Jake keep staring at me and now I am getting frustrated. These two are either up to something or know something I do not.

“Did I miss something?”, I asked.
“What, why do you say that?”, Jake asked.
“Because you two are looking at each other rather than staring at me. It's like you two know a secret that I do not know”, I said.
“No, it's not that Karma. We are just trying to figure out what happened last night. None of us can remember shit and that is not like me”, Lance said.
” So, you can't remember what happened last night? Lance, it is not the end of the world as long as we all got here safe that I all that matters”, I said.
“So, you do not care that you can't remember what happened last night?”, Jake asked.
“Nope, I can give two shits. I am safe and that is all that matters”, I said with a smile.
After I am done eating, I put in the last larger anal plug. Then text L, it had been a while since we texted each other. I know he might
be busy. Hell, I am kind of busy.

Me: Hey just checking in. How is everything?
L: Everything is well. How is the anal plug going?
Me: I just put the larger one just now.
L: How does it feel?
Me: Good.
L: Not as good as I am going to feel inside of you.
Me: I can't wait. When are you coming back?
L: Hopefully Monday. If I don’t, I will let you know. How was the party?
Me: It was great. I can't remember what happened last night.
L: Kay, that is not good. And it is not safe.
Me: I am safe, I promise.
L: You talk to you later. I have a surprise for you.
Me: I love surprises.
L: And you will love this one.

I waited for Jake and Lance to get ready. I was not aware that Jake was coming with us. He said something about not wanting to be cornered by Lance's mom and some chick named Susan. Every time Jake says the name Susan, Lance stills. I kind of want to ask about
this Susan, but that is none of my business.

Lance is wearing a black three-piece suit with a grey shirt with a black tie. Jake is wearing the same thing. The drive to the airport was not long. We went to Teterboro Airport. Waiting for us looks like a mega bus with wings. When Lance said we were taking his jet, I thought it was some small aircraft. But no, this plane is huge. Lance helped me out of the car and escorted me inside the plane.

The jet is huge. It holds 16 passengers. And has an executive VIP layout. Full custom interior with forward lounge, mid-cabin conference area, private office, master bedroom en suite with shower. Widescreen HD monitors throughout the cabin with Apple TVs & Blu-ray players. Forward crew area with a full-service forward galley with microwave oven, high-temperature convection ovens, and coffeemakers. VIP private office/meeting room. Three fully enclosed bathrooms. Two shower facilities and a fucking six-place conference area. Lance is rich rich damn.