"Where did I go wrong? You've done the same thing yourself, no less—screamed some random man's name. I've only done it once, Hellen, and that was by accident!"
"Accidentally? You must have fucked her!"
"She's my wife; is it wrong if I did? What about you? We're even, so you shouldn't get upset over something so trivial. We're in the same position: we both have spouses, and we fuck intensely. Aren't we the ones who are wrong? Why should you get angry when I accidentally mention my wife's name during our climax?"
I couldn't bear to listen to their bickering. However, there were a few things I highlighted: John screamed my name during his climax. Really? Why didn't I believe that? Hell must be exaggerating the problem.
Knock, knock, knock!
I lazily opened the door in case John came to fuck me after he did it with Hell. It never happened, really. However, knowing he was outside, with the sounds of arguing that I could still hear, even in a whisper, certainly made me anxious about being in the same room with them.
What if they were planning to kill me? Or Hell, who had such dirty thoughts, came with a knife and stood before the door.
I couldn't be a coward. I got up and opened the door just for one slap that made me stagger, and then the slut pushed me pretty hard, climbed on top of me and gripped my windpipe tightly.
Oh, God... was this punishment for my past crimes against Jenna? Or was it my mom and dad's prayers that they didn't want me, for fear that I would become like my brother?
Either way, I should probably have felt a little happy because in the next minute, just as I thought I was about to lose my life, John grabbed Hell hard and pulled her away from me. He stood before me and prevented the crazy woman from doing anything unexpected.
"Stop it, Hellen! You'll kill her!" John snapped, still standing while I coughed, almost spewing out my entire stomach because the woman's hand still seemed to be clamped around my throat.
"You're defending her? She's a thorn in the flesh, John! She's ruining our relationship, and I don't like her in your life." The woman fired back at John with all the magic words that would surely succeed in making this stupid man submissive and obedient.
John, you didn't have to sacrifice yourself for me from your slut. You should be getting the love you need, not servicing a woman who never respected you. If you wanted, I could be your replacement.
If I could give you the world's greatest love—even my whole life—I would dedicate it to you.
The woman moved closer to John, stroking his jaw for a moment as she looked at him. Unfortunately, I couldn't be sure of John's reaction and expression because he still had his back to me.
"John, our relationship is still fine, right? You still love me, right? Hm? You don't love her, do you? You must have gotten married just for stability so that there would be someone to give you pleasure while I'm not around. Right?"
John was still frozen while I waited to see what answer he would give to satisfy that manipulative woman. However, I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be in a place where my presence wasn't expected.
He didn't love me, so it didn't matter if they were going to fuck in front of me, make up their relationshit, or if John preferred me—which was impossible. I didn't want to be in this place. So quickly, I grabbed my sleeping robe and got out of bed to get away from them.
That stupid man wasn't after me and never would be. So, without turning around, I grabbed all the things I could easily carry and, without caring how I looked now, headed to Jenna's room to share a story.
No, no, I didn't. I wasn't going there. I thought the restaurant would be a better place to let off some steam. So there I was headed. Spritz, here I come...
***
"Is there an empty room for me to stay in for three nights?" I asked the woman behind the high desk. Soon, after asking me to wait, she was busy with the computer and returned her attention to me.
"We still have a few rooms left. However, after the hotel owner's wedding, he asked us to vacate some floors for the guests. If you're in a hurry, let us talk to the manager first, who might be able to find a room for you to rent."
Perfect! Her explanation made it clear who she referred to as the hotel owner. No one knew Blake Dannison, the most successful entrepreneur who started a business from scratch and became as successful as he was today in less than five years.
Could you believe that? Maybe you could if you didn't know who Blake was. He was a man with a golden spoon that would float into his mouth since childhood. Privilege is real. Since I'd known him since we were both in diapers, I knew what his zero was.
Blake's father had already made many plans for him since he was born into the world before he even had a name. What kind of education was offered, and what type of dream girl was targeted? Unfortunately, when Blake fell in love with Jenna, who, when you looked at her, also belonged to a wealthy family, Blake's parents no longer hesitated. Moreover, Jenna was also the only daughter of a famous fashion entrepreneur couple.
That was right. Jenna didn't come from a family with a medical background. Still, she was able to get it because of some things, and I envied that because I was just a child who was born by mistake and was about to be eliminated in the womb due to my parents' fear and lack of knowledge.
"No. I think I'll contact one of my friends who happens to be staying here. I'll stay with him for one night only. Thank you."
I couldn't even afford to rent a room at the L'Grande Hotel. Don't ask me why. They divided rooms by rate and by floor. The top room was the most expensive. That was where John and I were staying.
I blew out my bangs in irritation, and my cheeks were already heating up from too much alcohol. Tired, exhausted, irritated, all piled up into one, and I just needed a bed to lie on right now. To hell with John, who has called almost a hundred times. I ignored the calls because I didn't want to deal with him.
I staggered to Jenna's room. I knew it sounded evil that I went to her only when I needed to, but if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be stranded here with a man who was infatuated with someone's wife.
I repeatedly knocked on the door of the black-painted room with gold accents—I knew the room number from the slip of paper she slipped into the invitation. She must have needed a friend to confide in during these tense times. I wasn't sure I was ready to hear all about her love story with Blake, but I needed a place to lie down for a while.
I stared at the large door for a while, sighed heavily, and pushed open the apparently unlocked door. She probably forgot that she was now the target of news hunters because of her grand wedding to Blake.
I didn't care and walked in anyway, calling her name. To some, my behavior might seem rude—came into someone's room recklessly, but we were used to this. I'd even caught Jenna making love in her apartment room with a random guy she met at the club many times. Like I found out this time.
Initially, I wasn't surprised because I thought she needed the freedom of being single before becoming Mrs. Dannison in a few hours. However, I was gobsmacked when I managed to confirm that he was the one who shouldn't be fucking her on the day before her wedding.
You knew what? Bearing witness to someone's grave sin wasn't the cool thing I wanted to experience even before my death. It was a burden, and I didn't know how to control myself, so I could only stand there and watch these two till their climax.
Damn! What a stupid and unlucky life you've had, Clara!