Loving the Devil

8. DESIRE AND JEALOUSY

Jackson's POV

I could not spend another minute with her in the same room. I never felt like this before, but whenever I was with her, my heart started fluttering. The need to touch her, to caress her overwhelmed me. So I did the next best thing, I left her alone in our honeymoon suite. I went to the hotel bar and stayed there, drinking till morning.

I was completely out of my senses when I felt a hand touching my shoulder.

"Come on, let's take you out of here.", a familiar voice said. I was too inebriated to recognize the voice. Hannah's face appeared in front of my eyes. I followed the voice to a room, my vision was blurry due to the effect of alcohol. She helped me lie down on a soft bed and a hand soon opened the top button of my shirt. I held my arms out, allowing her to take off my shirt. My mind soon drifted to sleep.

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A soft hand caressed my bare skin, from my chest to my stomach, slowly tracing the outline of my abs, smoothly moving down towards the zip of my pants. My mind drifted to Hannah. Since the time I saw her on the wedding, I wanted to feel her soft hands on my body. 'Hannah's?', I instantly became conscious. These hands felt too steady and experienced as compared with Hannah's soft, trembling ones. My eyes shot open and I found Caroline's manicured fingers holding the zip of my pants. I immediately shoved her aside, making her fall on the hard floor.

" What the hell are you doing in my bed?", I shouted, my voice laced with anger.

"Look around, Jackson. You are in my room. And I was just trying to make you feel better. I know you want me to.", she whispered in a seductive tone and I cringed. I had known her my whole life. She was the daughter of my mother's friend. We were occasional f**k-buddies. But after my marriage with Emily, I distanced myself from her, knowing that Emily didn't like her much. After Emily's departure, she returned to my life and since then, we have spent many nights together. She was sexy and experienced but I still hated her guts. She was a conniving b***h, who manipulated people for her benefits. Pushing her aside, I dashed towards my suite.

I entered my room and looked for Hannah. She was not there but her clothes were lying dispersed on the floor. There was an invitation card on the bed. It reminded me that I had to attend the birthday party of the hotel owner's wife. Hannah must have gone to party without me, I thought, feeling disappointed that she didn't wait for me.

After wearing a designer three piece suit, I rushed towards the party and my eyes started searching for her. Finally, they rested on the alluring beauty dressed in an elegant white dress, who happened to be my wife. She was looking mesmerizing, the green dress was hugging her curves perfectly. Her hair looked glossy, adding to her appeal.

I started walking towards her but stopped when someone gripped her hand. It was Zac.

'What is this motherf****r doing here', I mentally groaned.

I was about to confront him when I saw her laughing. Why was she looking happy with him. My temper inflated and I mentally cursed him for making her happy.

Pathetic? I know.

"Looks like your wife is busy with someone else. Why don't you forget about her and dance with me.", Caroline purred. She was dressed in red, her dress ending just below her butt, showing her long legs. But she didn't look half as beautiful as Hannah. I needed to stop thinking about her. So, I clutched Caroline's wrist and led her to the dance floor. She clung to me like a magnet, grinding her body to me. No matter how much I tried, my eyes weremoving to Hannah again and again. Seeing them lost in their conversation, my jaw clenched so tightly that I feared it would break.

When she finally noticed me, her smile evaporated and her eyes turned sad. I smirked at her but my eyes blinded with fury when I noticed their hands, clasped together. I focused my attention to Caroline and whispered, "Why don't you go to your room and wait for me. We can continue what you were doing this morning." She happily obliged and left. Hannah's face lost all it's color and I sighed, satisfied of my action. Casting an annoyed glance at Zac, I left the hall and strolled towards Caroline's room.

She had changed into a skimpy red lingerie and was lying on the bed in a seductive manner. In other circumstances, she would have turned me on but right now, I felt nothing. I didn't feel aroused. I moved towards her and kissed her roughly. Still nothing. She rolled me over and now, I was beneath her and she was hovering over me. She traced her lips on my jaw to my neck. Nopes, not a thing. Opening the buttons of my shirt, she moved her lips to my chest and then, to my abs. She darted her tongue to lick them. Instead of getting aroused, I felt disgusting. Picking her up, I laid her down on the bed.

"I can't do this Caroline. Stay away from me.", I said, ashamed of my body's inability to react to her.

"You bastard! You are leaving me for that b***h. You did the same when that f*****g Emily came into your life. Now you are becoming a softie again. Get the hell out of my room and don't show me your face again.", she shoved me angrily out of her room which I didn't mind. I honestly wanted to get as far away as possible from her.

'She is right. I am acting like my old self again. I need to get a grip.'

I went to hotel gym and started working out to block away her thoughts. After two hours, I was drenching in sweat. I went back to my room and instantly regretted my decision when I found Hannah lying on the bed. Her face was stained with tears and black splotches of mascara. Her cheeks were swollen and her nose looked red, like a tomato. I felt like someone has thrown a big bucket of cold water over my head.

I cleaned her face with wet wipes and placed a pillow beneath her head. That's when I noticed that she was wearing the same dress, which had ridden up, showing more of her creamy legs. My pants suddenly felt tight and I covered her with a duvet, ignoring my aroused state.

'Caroline in her skimpy lingerie couldn't excite you but looking at Hannah's legs in her unconscious state stirred you up. Great!', my inner voice scolded me.

Ignoring it, I took a cold shower to calm my senses and collapsed on the hard couch. I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with her, considering my attraction towards her.

When I woke up next day, the bed was empty. I searched the whole suite but couldn't find Hannah. I asked the hotel security in charge and he told me that she left this morning with a guy. I knew nobody had courage to take my wife somewhere without my permission, except one person.

'Zac.'

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