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I tuck my hair behind my ear and open my door. Once I’m inside, I take in the luxurious elements of the room. The ivory color painting the wall and rugged textures. It’s warm and inviting. Of course, it’s larger than life, much more spacious than the room I am in back at Ronan’s, but nowhere near the same comfort level.
I hop in the shower, washing away the dirt and muck from all the different elements and weather my body experienced. I stay under the stream of the water for at least thirty minutes. Every last minute of it was spent remembering the way Ronan kissed me and how he looked after he tossed me away.
Get over it.
Once I finished showering, I opened up my bag and my red thongs sat there on full display, like it was calling for me to take them. The dried cum smeared all over the pocket of the vaginal part. My throat tightens as I narrow in on it. I look around, my skin pricking with filthy goosebumps. My heart thumps as I go back and forth with myself. I keep staring until I’m grabbing my underwear, stretching it and sliding it up my thighs and over my bare ass. I position my panties so the place where the dead semen rubs under my pussy lips. I sigh, satisfied with it and throw on some clothes, a black thick sweater paired with some shorts. The weather out here almost resembles Hollow City’s weather. Chilly with a deep blue hue in the sky.
I grab my phone and sit on the room’s balcony. The view faces the back of the hotel. I checked my phone, and, to my surprise, I received a text message.
No one
Forgot about me already. Just use and abuse me, why don’t you? P.S. how’s the camper doing?
Oliver. I can’t help the smile forming on my lips. I need to consider adding him as a contact and changing his number to his actual name. But I don’t respond; I’ll wait until I touch back down in Hollow City.
I place my phone face down and stare out into the scenery. There are cars and red double-decker buses cruising the roads; there’s an attractive sight of tall buildings, some brick structured mortars, and people strolling the streets, passing a lake. A glowing bridge with lights follows the waterline. The lake’s waves shimmer from the glow of the half-moon bouncing off the water’s surface, and it twinkles like stardust, brightening the night sky.
A knock sounds on my door. My heart tumbles to the floor; the thought of Ronan being at the door makes my skin prick with goosebumps. I naturally fluff my hair, walking toward the beating knock.
I swing it open, only for it to be Wicked Mal.
My shoulders slump.
Of course, I wasn’t looking for it to be Ronan.
Chapter 38
Venom
Wicked Mal stands outside my door with her hands raised, two glasses in one hand and a bottle of something brown in the other and a white plastic bag with two Styrofoam plates.
“Tequila with fish and chips?” She smiles. A genuine smile. Unlike the wicked one she normally wears, this one softens her features. “And before you go saying anything, the guys already left to check everything out. So, we are free until then.”
He already left? When was he even here? I’m not sure why that bothers me.
I chew on the side of my lip, my stomach rumbling at the food; an irritation settles like a pit in my stomach. I don’t see why I’m bothered. He’s only reciprocating exactly what I want.
Or maybe becausewewere supposed to be going together to scope out Victor’s place before the ball started.
“Come on.” Wicked taunts me by shaking the bottle and rocking her hips like she is doing the samba.
I brush away the uncomfortable bubbles surfacing below. “Okay, but only because you’re practically begging me.”
She chuckles, brushing past me. “Oh, please. You know you wanted some company in this big ass room.” She walks to theopen balcony doors, sets the bottle down with the food, and then pours the glasses to the brim.
“Shit, are you trying to give me alcohol poisoning?” I ask incredulously as I sit down, my face scrunching at the liquor nearly leaking off the rim.
“Oh stop. You can’t handle it, Cinderella?”
“I can handle a lot of things, but the one thing I will never do is purposely destroy my liver.”
“One night won’t hurt you.” She smiles while lifting the shot glass. I tip my eyes to the gleaming star in the sky. I’ve never been prone to giving into peer pressure. But fuck it. I take the glass and tap it against Mal’s; some liquid drips down my fingers. Then I toss the tequila back. My face scrunches like I bit into a lemon as the burn sets in my throat, eventually settling in my chest.
“Gosh, you’re a horrible bartender. Where’s the lemon to cover this disaster?” I smack my chest; my mouth is numb and watering. Drool pools out of my mouth. Mal only looks at me, laughing harder than I ever heard. Then I burst out with laughter. The sudden notion shocks me.
“Want another one?”
I chuckle some more. “Yes.” I drag the cup back to her. We clink again and take the shot. It burns, although not as bad as the first one. My body settles into the chair, relaxation taking over. She pulls out the food trays, and it reminds me of how hungry I am.
