Chapter 146: Chapter 146

Chapter 146

~Can’t avoid her~

Jacy’s limbs and eyes burnt when she woke up at dawn. The strange serene atmosphere of the room flashed into her eyes once she was done rubbing the itches that disturbed her eyes. She glared around like sex slave had been confined within a place since eternity; felt the bedspread, her strange, flowered night robe, and her eyes combed around the single silhouette art work of a busty naked woman that hung on the wall with scarcely any reasonable picture frame one could fancy.

“Where am I?” she thought, her eyes blinking out of the stress of the night, and into her reality, recalling that she wasn’t in her room; if not for any other thing but for the art work on the wall. She had never appreciated art works let alone owned them. “Oh my God, my son!” Blueeyes was the first name that came on her lips, as the gentle haze of her new environment hit her so hard that she had to flinch from the bed.

Her gaze came upon the ragged cloth on the floor and she reached to it to realize it was partly her dress and another strange cloth which were knotted to improvise a stitched cloth.

“What happened to me?” she whispered and shot her gaze at the bathroom before she stood up reluctantly yet panicky within herself. “Anybody here? Who is here?” she asked and shifted her gaze to the other room, as though she believed to get her reply from it. “Who is here?” she asked yet again as she peeped into the room to see it was a mini ball room, beautified with ornamental plants and variety of art work unlike the bedroom that lacked some sense of romance. The only thing missing was that there was no family picture or picture of anyone that showed that she was in somebody’s house. She would have been lost within herself if she hadn’t seen the physical label on the shelf that said; WELCOME TO STEWART SUITE

She couldn’t recall checking into any five-star suite and all she could remember was yesterday night at the club, where she was with the stranger. She dimmed her eyes, stroked her hair to recall the stranger’s name. “I was with… what is his mocker name again…? Yes Rodriguez. I was with him,” she said within herself as her face looked troubled.

There was a knock on the door, and she flinched slightly, noticing her heartbeat thudded against her breasts. She relented and then the knocking persisted without any thought of the visitor quitting. She appeared at the door and saw that it wasn’t locked; possibly it had been like that since the previous night.

The door creaked as it opened and standing in front of her was the stranger she wished she could avoid. His green eyes were filled with hunger and determination that the smile pulling down his cheeks seemed not necessary anymore.

“You again,” she snapped, frowning at Rodriguez, who stood staring into her eyes without any feeling of bad temperament if she should get mad at him, like she did the previous day. “What happened to me?” she queried, still standing at the door, stopping him from entering.

Rodriguez almost got disturbed to remind her he paid for the suites, so he saw no reason she should be stopping him from entering. “Could you please let me in,” he obliged coldly and folded his arms, waiting for her.

Jacy hissed and walked in, “I need explanations. Start talking,” she said, raised the ragged cloths to Rodriguez who winked at it, and snorted.

“You were drunk at the club, tore your dress. I had to use my shirt and the bandana to improvise a dress that can cover up your nakedness,” he explained, really grateful within himself for not spending the night in the same room with her.

“And what happened next?” she looked herself from head to toe, asking him to explain how she got into the robe.

“I brought you to this suite, demanded a female staff of the hotel to freshen you up and put you in the night robe and I checked into another suite...”

“You did?” she doubted, scanning his face with her suspicious stare. She dropped the ragged cloth, and once again thought of Blueeyes hit her in the head, “Oh my God, my son. What came over me? Ken will be mad at me for sleeping outside. What impression am I giving Blueeyes?”

He asked swiftly. “Who is Blueeyes?”

“Is none of your fucking business,” she snapped and reached to her handbag, checking if her stuffs were intact.

There was a knock on the door and Rodriguez answered it, and after a brief mumbling with the visitor, he shot the door and returned to Jacy with a new mini armless Turkish gown, and a pink G-string.

“You wouldn’t go in the night robe, would you?” he said, sampling the gown before her. “Got this for you,” he added.

She blushed but frowned to give him no insight of what she felt for him. She snatched it, and frowned at him once she noticed the pink G-string. “How did you know I love G-string?” she asked.

Rodriguez gave her gorgeous smile in response.

She didn’t appreciate him verbally rather she did a million times in her head. She rolled her eyes at him to make him understand she needed some privacy to change into the dress.

“Ok, ok,” Rodriguez understood. I am in the ball room,” he uttered without much consideration, and walked into the ball room.

From the spot in which he sat, he could stare into a mirror that gave him complete reflection of Jacy’s nakedness. And then he swallowed a dry lump down his throat, nagging at his inability to keep his stare off the mirror, even when he knew he had tried to avoid Jacy. She delayed dressing up and he couldn’t wait to let his eyes to stare around and behold whatever and wherever. When he couldn’t keep his gaze away anymore he snorted, winked and stole a quick glance at her reddened thick buttocks which seemed afresh and untouched. When she turned around to oil her skin, her big nipple surrounded by big breasts called on him and he kept still than he had been. He threw away his gaze to help the erection building up beneath his zipper…