Chapter 11: Girlfriend?
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Jessica hated every second of being back at the hotel. The whispers behind her back, the sly looks, the winks, everything! It was all too much for her. There was no doubt that Jessica had become a hot topic for everyone who worked at the hotel. Wherever she went, someone would give her weird looks or awkward smiles.
Jessica was unwilling to explain even though many were brave enough to ask questions. She did not owe them anything, and no one needed to know her personal affairs.
Carol was Jessica's only friend. She was a decent person, not close enough for Jessica to share her life secrets but close enough to tell her what happened with Roger a few days ago.
"So…what's new, Jess?" Carol asked nonchalantly.
Jessica rolled her eyes, "Just spit it out, Carol. I know you want to ask!"
Carol laughed and tried to look oblivious. "Well, were you really trapped in the room with Roger Richard?"
Jessica glanced at Carol. She knew there was no way to hide it. She had no choice but to tell the truth. "Yes, something like that…" Jessica trailed off, hoping Carol would drop it but to no avail.
"What do you mean?" Carol asked curiously.
"Nothing happened, Carol, but everyone here likes to make up s**t. Yes, I was trapped in his room, but nothing happened. I simply cleaned it, and Ruth barged in and blamed me for having s*x with Roger."
"But wasn't he naked, Jess?" Carol leaned in, watching Jessica with wide eyes.
Jessica hated lying since lies almost always had a way of coming out, but she knew there was no way out of this one. She was not about to tell Carol everything since she knew Carol had a big mouth and could not keep anything in her stomach.
Jessica rolled her eyes. "No, he was wearing his pajamas…" The lie rolled off easily.
"Oh, that's a bummer," Carol whined as they both got off the elevator. "It would be a dream to see him naked."
"Oh, trust me, you don't want to see him naked," Jessica muttered even though it was the exact opposite of what she was feeling. Despite everything he had done to her, she still wanted to see him naked. Roger was like a drug for her, and she was getting addicted, which terrified Jessica.
"And why is that Jess?" Carol laughed and turned around to look at her.
"Because I bet he has a small d**k!" Jessica started laughing out loud at her lame joke though she noticed Carol standing stock still looking overhead.
Jessica immediately stopped laughing, and though she did not want to believe it, she knew why Carol was not laughing. It was like his scent followed Jessica everywhere she went. And right now, that scent, that sweet musky scent, was coming from right behind her.
Jessica turned out slowly and gulped when she saw the cold look on Roger's face.
"Shouldn't you two be working instead of gossiping about guests?"
Carol, terrified of Roger, nodded and immediately scurried off, leaving Jessica behind to face Roger's wrath.
"And you?" Roger asked Jessica with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Um…I just finished my rooms…" Jessica replied while looking down at her feet. She was embarrassed to be caught by him, especially after she uttering those words. She was a grown woman for God's sake!
Roger walked closer to Jessica, who immediately backed up into a wall. They were in a secluded corner of the lobby where no one wandered off to.
Roger's hands came up beside her on the wall, trapping her. She noticed how he always liked to do that; to keep his hands around her. Maybe it was a fetish?
"Do you really think that?" Roger whispered.
"Think about what?" Jessica whispered, now completely enamored with his presence looming over her.
"Think I have a small d**k?"
"Um…um…" Jessica could only stutter in reply while her face turned bright red.
Roger leaned in closer to her. So close that his breath was ghosting over her skin, leaving goosebumps.
"You were not saying that a few days ago when my c**k was inside you."
Jessica swallowed and stared into his eyes. He was right. He was anything but small. Her sore bottom could attest to that. She looked around and saw no one was around them, which only made this worse. The last thing she wanted was to be caught yet again in the arms of Roger Richard by her colleagues, or even worst, Ruth.
Suddenly, before she had a chance to push him away, Roger leaned closer and roughly kissed her. Jessica flinched at the sudden touch but did not push him away. His lips mashed against hers as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She hungrily pushed back and her mouth opened, granting his tongue access to enter her. The bristles of his short goatee scratched against her cheeks as she gripped his neck firmly as if to keep him from escaping. He worked his mouth against hers, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
Granted, she had destroyed his life, but it did not mean that he could ravish her every chance he got no matter how much she wanted it. When this voice piped into her head, Jessica stilled and pushed him away. When that did not work, she bit Roger's lips.
Roger was not expecting that she would fight against him, so he moved back and glared at her with eyes narrowed.
Jessica bit her lips slightly and stared at the small amount of blood on Roger's lips. She had no choice but to do that, but she did not mean to bite that hard. He deserved it, that voice spoke in Jessica's mind.
Roger raised his hand to wipe his bleeding lip. Jessica flinched as he again came closer and used his bloody hand to hold her chin, not gently.
"I have a proposition for you." declared Roger commandingly.
Jessica frowned, what now, she thought.
"It's obvious you can't control yourself around me," Roger smirked. "I want you to be my girlfriend."
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