Chapter 145: Chapter 145

Chapter 145

~Love was happening to him~

Rodriguez had never been so confused and indecisive in his life. Ever since he got into his hotel room and laid her in bed, he had paced up and down the room, reasoning on a fast lane over Jacy’s drunken state. He had tried to lay down by her side but the strong stench of alcohol from her breath fought him off and almost nauseated his stomach when he sat up. He noticed the drench of sweat all over her body, and the likelihood of developing cold when the sweat might have subsided to chilled droplets wasn’t far-fetched. At first the idea of washing her up in the bathroom hit him in the head and he disapproved of it, avoiding Jacy’s like time-bomb trouble, not wanting anything that involved her body or her trust for him to fail. He knew he was right about charming Jacy, and there was no stopping him. It was his first time of staying in an enclosed place with a woman; not just a woman much familiar to him, but a total stranger, whose identity and past he wasn’t too sure of – just like him. Would Jacy ever believe that he was a murderer that was running away from his past? And nothing would be so disappointing and heart-breaking if she should ever know.

When he stared thoughtfully in the space, an idea hit him in the head. He made downstairs of the hotel, invited one of the female staff and took her to his room.

With his heartbeat thudding, and hands a bit fidgety, he said “The reason I brought you is for you to bathe her in the bathroom, dress her up in her night dress and bring her back to the bed.” He flashed five pieces of a hundred dollars note in her face, “All would be yours if you do the job perfectly well.” His smile was held as he spoke to the young lady, who seemed much confused in her face than in her mind.

With all eagerness hanging across her, the lady’s jaw dropped in smile, “Just that,” she said, “Um – but she is supposed to be your wife like you claimed, so why can’t you do it yourself?” she asked calmly, and her eye lashes blinked in anxiety, as she waited for his response.

Rodriguez wondered at what reply he would give to save his ass, “Um… she is tipsy but each time I try to do it myself she nags and fights me off. I wouldn’t know what has come over her. This is not the first time of washing my wife after getting tipsy…”

The lady interrupted with a hard grin, “Fine,” she said and pulled to Jacy, resiliently. “What happened to her dress? They are torn and ragged, barely covering her nakedness.” She picked up the dress and gave an investigative look at it before she gazed upon Rodriguez.

“What else do you expect from an alcoholic?” he said, shrugging innocently, and wishing the lady would stop questioning him and do his bidding, “We went to the club, she got tipsy and ended up tearing her dress, radically. I only succeeded in knotting up a piece of my cloth together to get what you are seeing.”

The lady hummed in exaggerated fear and then asked, “Does she always go crazy when tipsy?” She wouldn’t to get a radical bite form an insane woman.

“Come on you have no reason to fear. She is not who you think she is. She is sane.”

The lady dragged her hands, and protested, “She has pounds. Damn, I would…” she stuttered, “I would fain solicit for your help, then you can leave the rest to me.”

I got you covered,” said Rodriguez and he carried Jacy in his arms to the bathroom while the lady joined them afterwards.

About stepping out of the bathroom, like a mouse from fire, Rodriguez paused at the door once the lady asked, “Won’t you stand by and watch while I bathe your drunken wife.”

With a forced smile, he replied, “I have had a long day. I will just wait in the bed, OK.”

The lady shook her head and gazed upon Jacy’s bust and flat tummy, housing a butterfly tattoo before she turned on the Jacuzzi.

Rodriguez had disappeared in a twinkle of an eye. Only he could tell anybody about himself. For those that knew him, he could be patient with women but within himself he knew the patience was an outburst of self control over his hot libido. Even after nagging and fighting off his admirers, and finally returning home he had fantasized having sex with all the women in the world. To his very best, he could beat his chest and affirm that Jacy was the only woman he had had close contact with from time immemorial. Sometimes he owed it to tight schedule at his business but literally often at times he had come across pretty eloquent women of the first class order, and this self control had denied him pleasure, even pulled him from doing the nastiest of things with these women. One night stand was something he admired but wouldn’t t buy the idea in most cases; just as Jacy was tipsy and he wasn’t, having a one night stand with her would mean greed and less manliness. Yes; he thought. Although a few pals would call him fag but sex with a tipsy woman whether he loved her or not didn’t make him a decent man either. Expectantly, the day he would enjoy the hot clitoris of a woman, his world around him would crumble and he hoped true love accompanied it.

“I am done,” the lady said as he squeezed Jacy into her night robe, and lay her in bed like a baby that slept off while bathing.

His thought snapped once the lady made that comment. With appreciation he paid her and gave Jacy one last stare, before going to check into another room.

Disappointed or not, he expected a hot romance from Jacy, else he might do something stupid, because of a truth love was happening to him…