JOANNE-
The day was getting darker; rain clouds had seeped into the evening sky and immediately transformed every bright-looking cloud into a figure of gloom.
The air had gone cold, and I found arms constantly getting wrapped in front of me.
Hardy had left the hotel room, telling me to stay intact and not to go out because he would be back.
I listened because I never wanted what happened last time to happen again.
I started to move around the room again. It was a one-bedroom hotel room with a queen-sized bed at the centre, a small water dispenser at one end, and a cute drawer sitting on the bed.
The room was quite small but looked cosy and fancy; it had high walls with an eccentric light blue paint on its walls. A warm chandelier light hangs directly above the bed, and some nightlights surround the corners.
Just four feet away from the bed, there was a glass door that held a three-person balcony behind it. Opposite the balcony was a walk-in closet, and at the centre and other ends of the room was a bathroom big enough to be another room.
A vacation out of nowhere wasn’t so bad.
I could actually let myself chill.
My eyes caught a marking on the wall that spelled out ‘Bensimon’ in a weird cursive font.
And I immediately assumed Maybe the Bensimon helped this hotel grow, and somehow they’re indebted to the Bensimon for life.
Not wanting to sound greedy if this room was some sort of payback, the room was a bit small for any form of that.
And the fact that it wasn’t only Hardy visiting this time but a party of three.
The baby in me too.
Even in the big mansion. Something I intentionally avoid doing is stirring up trouble by coming across Hardy or bumping into him. How was I ever going to avoid him in here?
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***
I turned on the room heater the moment it started raining and let myself bury myself under the bed’s blanket.
The door clicked open, and Hardy walked inside, looking a bit wet around his shoulders and having some strands of his hair wet.
Only heaven knows where he went.
The door went shut, and he slid into the bathroom to get a towel.
As he dried his hair, he asked.
“Are you hungry?”
A bit taken aback by his sudden caring nature, I gawked at him.
“What?” I blinked.
“You’re not fuc-I asked if you’re hungry so I can order room service.” He seethed.
Geez. I spoke too soon.
Still as grumpy as ever.
“No no, I’m good.” I shook my head.
“You sure?” He pressed, “The ride here was long enough to keep you hungry. So just say so if you are!”
“I’m fine,” I coughed out.
Seriously, this man!
“You’re pregnant,” he reminded me.
I scoffed, “Doesn’t that mean I want to eat like a whale?”
He glared at me before placing the towel on a towel hook beside the bathroom door and reaching for his T-shirt.
I didn’t know why my eyes remained fixed on his veiny hands as they settled on the hem of his shirt before going over his head in one swoop.
Oh goodness.
His defined body came into sight, and I tried to look away.
I did look away. But I couldn’t take my eyes off easily.
I mean, why the hell did the stupid small hotel room and its stupid bed just have to be facing the bathroom door?
My ogling eyes fell once again on Hardy’s body, and they immensely started to trace the firmness of his abs.
My eyes slowly moved up to his chest, and I could notice how the raindroplets had smeared across his chest to make it more slippery and reflective.
My God!
My eyes continued going up, and I immediately got the urge to place a bite on his thick neck.
My eyes went up, and I flinched when I met his gaze.
He was throwing me a questionable gaze that immediately flared my cheeks.
Shit.
“What do you actually want?” He asked, his voice now grim and lower.
“What?” I stylishly wiped my mouth. Just in case I was drooling.
“Give me some privacy,” he added.
“Sorry,” I said, darting my gaze and turning to face the other side of the room.
I instantly started to feel this big regret for turning the heater on earlier, because now I was hot.
The rain was heavier now compared to earlier, and I shut my eyes.
I didn’t realise I was holding my breath until I started to hear the water running from the bathroom.
I breathed out and sat up.
The room was now empty, with the bathroom door closed.
I could tell he was showering.
A kinky image of naked Hardy flashed through my mind, and I found myself cursing.
Seriously. I needed a grip.
How could I?
The only thing I should be thinking of is how to not try to bite each other’s heads while sharing a room.
I was lost in my own thoughts when Hardy exited the bathroom with just a towel around his waist.
Like a whore, I stared at his waistline like I had a lost child lying on it.
“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” Hardy asked, glancing between my eyes and his waist.
Shit.
Not again!
I swallowed, “I’m fine.”
“Right!” Hardy scoffed. “You can use the bathroom; I’m done.”
“I’m good,” I mumbled.
He didn’t say anything and just walked towards the closet to change.
The walk-in closet door was open wide enough for me to see Hardy changing. He either intentionally let his towel fall to his feet, giving me a clear view of what he looked like, or maybe he just didn’t care if I saw him.
My eyes looked away from his third leg.
This man.
I mean, it wasn’t like we hadn’t had sex or seen each other naked.
So why was everything making me heat up on the inside?
And there wasn’t even any label for our sex. We just had sex because Hardy ignited that in me after sex-talking while intoxicated.
Maybe I haven’t stopped thinking about his body nonstop after our sex, but he shouldn’t do this to me.
Not now
I immediately jumped down from the bed like a bean having its first sprout. And my action drew Hardy’s attention.
He peered at me from the closet.
“You know what, on second thought. I do need a shower.” I nodded and hurried to the bathroom.
I didn’t care if it rained.
I needed a shower, hot or cold, or any form that would take me away from seeing Hardy’s naked body and get me spiked up from the inside.
It was unfair how I could go from hating this man to wanting him inside me the next minute.
Was this all me? Or were my hormones adding to this?
Well, my doctor once filled me in on this.
It was kind of fifty-fifty.
I turned on the sink to drown out my thoughts.
At least a shower would help cool down these heated thoughts and wash them out.
I took off my clothes and stepped into the bathub that looked like heaven.
But I should have known. A man like Hardy was deadly to resist, and they got what they wanted. Whenever.
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TBC.