#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her... or if he killed her.
"No no, this can't be happening", cried Vagnar Larson as he quickly tossed the knife to the floor, ran to the bathroom, and washed off the blood on his hands.
" Remember stupid! what went down last night?" yelled Vagnar as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hands and lips trembled, he'd been in lots of shit before, but this was on a whole different level...
He had no idea what he was going to do next.
"I'm the mayor for fuck sake, this will ruin me, who am I gonna call?" murmured Vagnar
He then picked up the phone and called the only person that would believe him, the only person that would have his back a hundred percent, his haven, his remedy, his best friend and partner... his fiancée
"Honey, please... before you say anything. please believe that I didn't do it", said Vagnar with his shaky, teary voice.
" Babe, what's going on?" asked the concerned Lucy.
"You remember the hotel reservation you helped me get? I can't speak over the phone... come there. quickly", begged Vagner
Lucy is a wonderfully fierce woman that took life by the horns and willed it into what she wanted. There was almost nothing she couldn't do but little did she know that her husband to be was gonna test her beyond her limits.
While Vagnar was pacing the...