Loving Him

Wicked Witch of Westbound Foster Hotels

Chapter Thirteen -

-Megan's Point of View-

Oh my god.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening! I'm kissing Jay!

He placed me on top of the counter and we're still kissing. Why aren't I stopping? I break the kiss before it gets too heated and plus, I need to breathe.

Jay stares into my eyes and I look away because they're just so blue!

I hop off the counter and open my mouth to speak but it closes before anything can come out. Pointing to the staircase down the hallway I say, "I'm gonna head off to bed now."

As I'm walking awkwardly to my room, I notice he's following me. "Where are you going?" I ask him.

"To bed, where does it look like I'm going?" He replies as if the answer was obvious.

"I got that but your room is across that way," I point to the opposite side of the floor.

"No," he says slowly, shaking his head slightly, "I sleep in the masters bedroom with my wife.

Before he can skip past me and enter MY room, I hold out my hands in front of his chest to stop him, "you're not sleeping in my room.

"I know," he cheekily grins, "I'm sleeping in our room."

Now I'm getting irritated. He can't just give me the best night I've had in a long time, kiss me and then assume he can sleep in my bed. I know it's the 21st century but I'm old school and he has to do a lot more than marry to sleep with me.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," he says before I explode in his face, "we'll just be sleeping. Unless of course you want to finish off what we started."

"At least check to see if the doors are locked and the alarm is set," I say as a distraction to get him to leave. He nods and I enter my room and lock the door straight away. Jay, you're my husband and all but no.

As I'm changing into my pyjamas I hear the door handle and Jay laughing behind it, "I'm getting ready for bed and by the time I get back this door better be unlocked or else I will break it open." The thought scared me but I choose to ignore it and brush my teeth.

I wash my face and apply all of the nightly essentials to keep myself looking presentable and non alcoholic like. Being a girl is usually fun and everything but it's mostly exhausting and to be honest, I think being a man would be easier than applying face serum, moisturiser, under eye cream that can only be put on a night time because there's a completely different under eye cream for day time.

It's beneficial but they could've made up a formula that could be used in both day time and night time and maybe being a girl would be less hassle.

But that would just be terrible marketing.

And don't forget the lip balm with SPF 50 because you want your lips to be preppy.

Once I'm finished my excruciating nightly routine, I hop in my bed and close my eyes, wanting sleep to take me already.

Unfortunately, god has other plans because right before I doze off into sweet, sweet slumber, Jay barges in. Wearing nothing to cover his wonderfully sculpted abs.

"What the hell, Jay?" I scream out, "I thought I made it clear, get. out."

He ignores me and slams the door closed, then walks over to the bed and gets in the duvet.

"And I thought I made it clear as well. I'm. sleeping. here."

"How did you get in anyway?" I ask, folding my arms and sitting up against the headboard.