The contemporary jet black door floated back, as lights illuminated the elegant hotel room inside, modern frames thinly planted on the walls, with minimalist decor sparsely placed throughout the room. The fixtures were sleek and unassuming, blending into the space with seamless transition from the similarly fashioned halls. Modernity at its peak, and I was here for it.

  Jack led me inside, gently clasping my hands, as his fingers wrapped around my own. It felt as if we were finally making a large turn, crossing through that figurative and literal precipice that had loomed before us for so very long.

  I pushed the door behind us closed and slid all the locks closed. For extra privacy and security.

  Jack unbuttoned the top of his crisp midnight blue button up, and unclasped his luxurious wrist watch, after checking the time.

  I wondered if it was spy technology, before shaking the notion from my head. Not now. Focus!

  “Give me a second,” I winced.

  I ran to the bathroom and tried to freshen up as quickly as I could, making everything seem as pristine and perfectly in tune with anyone’s expectations.

  I exited just as quickly, a few minutes later, out of breath and stopping in front of him.

  “You okay?” He smiled.

  “Yeah, just...excited,” I beamed.

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  “Me too,” he mirrored my expression, before it turned serious.

  He embraced me, caressing my neck with his lips, slowly, sensitively, taking his time, with great pleasure, and he wasn’t alone. He laid

  me down on the bed, his hands tracing from my arms to my waist. Suddenly, his lips were upon my legs, marking their territory all the way up my thigh. I breathed out erratically, letting slight moans slip away un-tracked. Suddenly, his teeth were under my dress, clipping my panty line and slipping them off with his rugged hands, before throwing them carelessly to the floor. I shivered with delight, feeling his warm breath beating down on me.

  KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

  NO! I screamed internally.

  Jack’s head peaked out from under my dress and looked at me in frustration.

  “Just leave it,” I whispered, begging. “Wrong room.”

  Jack pulled my dress back up to dive under again.

  KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

  Jack halted, growling, and threw my dress back down over my legs, before getting up and crossing away to the door.

  “Jack!” I whispered harshly.

  A moment passed, before I heard the door being unlocked.

  “Ugh,” I hissed.

  I quickly flipped up my dress to lift up my panties, before realizing they weren’t on me anymore.

  Rolling off the bed, I stumbled forward and snatched them up from the floor.

  “Hard at work, eh?” Angus said, cuts and bruises across his suited face, as he appeared at front of me, a slight grin of bemusement across his usually scowling mug.

  I looked back in shock, and saw Jack looking exasperated behind him.

  “She’ll get over it,” Angus said, sauntering in and setting down on an opposing chair at a desk next to the bed. He kicked up his feet and

  leaned back, rubbing an apple on his tight grey v-neck, his forearms bulging as he reached it up for a bite. A cheeky grin plastered all across his face, as he munched with delight.

  Jack followed in behind him, a weary expression now written in his features, as he glared at Angus with an understated fury.

  His fury wasn't alone, however, as something else was brewing in that room. Rage. I stormed past the bed, marching into the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind me. I knew one thing for certain, in that very moment...that I would indeed “not” get over it.