Hailey sighs rolling back into the sheets. It's been almost two hours pleasing Jamal and her body aches with fatigue.
"Don't sleep on me baby" he says kissing her neck. She groans closing her eyes and he rolls off the bed.
Standing he observes the room and looks at Thea's bed. Hailey stated that the two share a room and he could not have been any happier. He still hasn't forgotten about how she showed no interest in him.
He stands there filling his thoughts with sultry images of her. It was time to head back to his wife.
Before leaving, he thinks of luring the sweet cherry girl into the room after spiking her drink. Shaking his head, he knew that was close to impossible.
He begins to remove his belt and calls onto the exhausted girl. Her body had failed her but her mouth did not. He always thought of his wife as a nagging bitch and he changed his mind on going back home.
Clenching his jaw in anger when she refused, he spanked her with the leather. She groaned in pain as his pleasure increased with every hit. He was so into it he barely realized the door had been opened and an angry Thea stood there glaring at him.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
He smiles when he sees the girl he was thinking of. His eyes filled with desire and slightly scared for her safety she keeps a safe distance between them. He stares at the innocent girl standing before him and scolded himself for not landing on her first.
"Get out!!" She raises her voice at him which makes him chuckle softly. If she was his, she would never dare to speak to him like that.
Her eyes drift down to his hardness as he wears his belt, forcing her to turn her face away. This man was the devil himself and she cursed him for letting her see that.He smiles at her reaction and walks out of the room.
Thea closes the door immediately, turning the lock. Her friend's sobs are now louder and she brushes her hair tenderly, "He's gone"
A knock on the door makes her heart fall. She knows it's him. Why is he back?
Looking around, she searches for something that was never originally there in the morning. That can be the only reason as to why he has returned. Seeing a key chain and a phone, she grabs them and opens the door, stretching out her hand without once looking at him.
After he takes his belongings she tries to close the door, but he puts his foot in and pushes the door forcing her to tumble.
He smiles as he sees his damsel's legs wide open after her fall. She immediately closes her legs regretting why she chose to wear a dress today.
He walks closer to her fumbling with his belt and she lets out a piercing scream.
Freezing at the spot he knows everyone in the house heard that. Clenching his jaw he glares at her.
Without hesitation, Jamal is thrown out of the house and he walks out of the apartment with the little dignity he had left. Brushing dirt off his designer trench coat, his phone rings and he angrily picks it up.
"Sir. They said to meet them at the benches"
He cuts the phone as his secretary's voice trails on. "By the river" he orders when he enters his car, blood boiling as he remembers how his face hit the ground. The chauffeur will have to be fired by tomorrow for seeing that.
Alighting the car once he arrives at the planned destination, he heads over to the benches.
Hoping that his business partners have something brilliant to make him sit on metallic seats with jobless people, he takes his phone out to talk to his wife.
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Oblivion
Fantasy"There are things people choose not to believe in. Only because it seems far from the boundaries of the human perception. Listen to me Thea, I wish I could have told you before but it had never been safe. Once you master the art of the ripple effect...