Chapter 4. Revenge
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Three Years Later
In a penthouse suite of one of the most luxurious hotels in Mobile, a man in a black bathrobe stood at the French window, toying a cigarette between his fingers.
Roger watched the night scenery coldly, his expression matching the chilliness in the air.
A beautiful woman leaned against his shoulder with her arm snaked around his back. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair, ivory skin, and a beautiful curvy figure.
"How does it feel for you to be back?" She asked quietly while she too stared at the whirring of the city.
Roger scoffed and closed his eyes, "Like hell," he answered coldly.
The woman beside him had loved him for years, but they had been together for two years. She was the only woman who was willing to stay by his side when he had nothing. She was Ruth Davis.
Ruth knew Roger inside out, and she knew exactly why he returned to this dreadful city after three long years.
Revenge.
Ruth moved her hand over Roger's strong and wide shoulders, massaging his tense muscles. She leaned in and kissed him on his chest.
"You need to relax, love. You're always so stressed."
Roger smiled and kissed her softly on the lips. To be honest, Roger liked Ruth, but he did not love her as she loved him. He felt guilty for using her like this, things like love and a relationship meant nothing to him now.
Ruth Davis was a nice girl. Roger knew she liked him for years, but he felt nothing for her back then. When his grandfather died, she accompanied him to the funeral and comforted him when he broke down. She also accompanied him without complaint when his father got sick. His mother was accustomed to their luxurious life so that she was always crying at home when they lost everything. It was Ruth who spent time with his mother and tried to cheer her up.
She had gradually become a part of his life. Roger stared down at her petite form wrapped around his body. He was selfish; even though he did not love her, he needed her by his side.
"OW! What the f**k?!" Ruth screamed as she clutched her foot in pain.
Roger rushed over and grabbed her, lifting her to place her on the bed.
"What's wrong, what is it?"
"I don't know, I stepped on something sharp," Ruth cried out.
Roger quickly grabbed his t-shirt and tied it around the cut.
"Don't worry, it's a small cut, just bleeding a lot," Roger replied tenderly and kissed her forehead. "Here lie down while I call the front desk." He helped Ruth back against the pillows making sure she was comfortable.
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"What is the meaning of this?" Roger yelled loudly. "Is this how guests are treated in this hotel!?"
There had been a f*****g pin stuck in the carpet!
Roger had bought this hotel just last week and was in the process of touring it to ensure it met the same standards that he was used to. And this was far from it!
The general manager, the room manager, and the staff all stood in a row, with their heads bowed in apology.
"Sir…I…I am really sorry. I vacuumed the carpet diligently. I…I don't know where this came from, but I apologize," Jessica Brown pleaded while still keeping her head down. It had been her who had cleaned the room this morning. And she swore she had vacuumed every inch of the room since she knew only the important guests stayed at the Penthouse suite.
Jessica's palms were getting sweaty, and she felt lightheaded, but she controlled herself. She relied on this job to pay her bills. Most importantly, this job was her only income. If she lost this job, she did not even think what would happen to her, she shuddered.
Roger frowned as he heard the voice. This voice took him back three years ago, three years prior to that fateful night that he could never forget.
Was this Jessica Brown?
This woman was dressed in a black suit, with her long brown hair up in a ponytail. Roger struggled to keep his emotions in check as he realized the woman in front of him was indeed his once wife, Jessica.
He took a step back and turned around, closing his eyes. What the f**k was she doing here? Why was she working as a cleaner at a hotel? There were too many questions floating around in Roger's head.
"You can go," Roger dismissed them while still turned the other way. "But make sure this doesn't f*****g happen again, or you'll all be fired."
"Yes sir," the manager nodded and practically ran out the room while glaring at Jessica.
Jessica gulped. It was not good, she thought.
As she too walked out of the room, she could not help but stop and stare at the man. His voice sort of sounded like…no…it could not be his. He was not even here in this city. You are going insane! Jessica said to herself as she scurried out of the room.
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Roger's mind was a mess. Rage and anger had always been there, but it had been a while now since it surfaced. He had not thought about Jessica Brown in a long time. She seemed to have ignited a fire inside Roger's mind and soul; he remembered that one fateful night he could never forget. He also remembered the last words she had spoken the next day. 'Goodbye, Roger.' But more often than not, his mind kept going back to Jessica pinned underneath him as he f****d her raw, hard, and rough and slow and gentle.
He grabbed a shirt and threw it over his head. "Sorry, babe, I need to go out now. Are you feeling okay?" He walked over and examined Ruth's cut.
"Where are you going?"
"I just need to call my assistant."
"Um…okay," Ruth frowned but complied, knowing Roger was not going to listen to her when he was in his moods.
After leaving the room, Roger stepped into the elevator. He f*****g despised himself sometimes. That b***h had destroyed his life, and he still could not get her out of his mind. Was he crazy? Why was he still missing that woman? The only reason why he wanted to remember Jessica was to find her and get revenge!
He got off on the ground floor and walked to a secluded corner, dialing his general manager's number on his cellphone.
"Lves?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Jessica Brown… Get her to sign a one-year contract with liability. If she broke it, she has to pay back the company whatever she earned so far along with a penalty."
"Sir? But…sir she's a cleaner…" Lves trailed off. Why was his boss getting a janitor to sign something like this? It doesn’t make sense.
"Just do as I say," Roger growled.
"Yes, Mr. Richard."
Lves wrote out the contract even though he couldn't figure it out. He folded the contract over, ensuring to cover the clauses, leaving only the signature field open for view.
Lves then called Jessica to his office. He felt sorry for her when he saw how afraid she was.
"Sir, I am sorry. I have no clue where that pin came from. I swear, I vacuumed the rug like I do everyday…" Jessica blabbed on without giving Lves a chance to speak.
Lves put his hands up, "Jessica, it's okay. Mistakes do happen, but make sure it does not happen again – especially not in the Penthouse Suite." Lves ordered.
He then placed the contract in front of her along with a pen.
"Here, sign this."
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