“Beau,” I moan and close my eyes when he starts to thrust harder and faster.
My eyes shoot open once I feel Beau flipping us over. I land on top of him with his length still inside me. He places his hands on my waist and guides my movements. Bending forward a little, I guide his mouth to my breast. Beau takes as much as he can and sucks hard on my nipple. Removing his hand from my waist, he begins to massage my other breast. I continue to move on top of him on my own. Pulling my breast out of his mouth, I sit up straight and spread my palms on his chest, arching my back. Beau grabs my neck and pulls my face back down. He captures my lips and kisses me hard. I moan into his mouth as I feel my release building. My toes dig into the sheets, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m already there.
“Scream my name, baby,” Beau speaks against my lips.
He doesn’t have to beg because I gladly do it as my core clenches around his length. “Beau!” I scream, coming undone.
He thrusts a little more before releasing his cum inside me. I fall against his chest and Beau kisses my forehead, whispering sweet words into my hair. I try to get off him, but he won’t let me, wrapping his arms tightly around me. He doesn’t want to give me a chance to escape tonight. I give up trying to get out of his arms and surrender to sleep.
***
Beau is still inside me when I wake up, his arms wrapped around me. Slowly, I lift my head from his chest and sit up. His length moves inside me as I do, so I try my best to be gentler as I disentangle myself from him. I successfully remove him from inside of me without waking him up. The rising sun shines through the window, catching my attention. It’s gorgeous. I should take a picture of it for Camila, she loves sunrises. Oh my God, Camila! I can’t believe I left her waiting last night. Hopefully she figured out what was taking me so long and decided to leave us to it. I’ll text her to check in once I find my phone.
I can’t believe I slept with Beau again, and this time I can’t even blame alcohol. When Beau touches me, I forget that he is someone’s fiance, and all logical thought flies out the window. I don’t even want to imagine how hurt Hannah would be if she found out. I know Beau is only marrying her because of his mother but still. Shame grips me. I should be the last person on this earth who would hurt another woman the same way I was.
Wiping the tears falling out of my eyes at the thought, I stand and begin to look for my clothes. I’ve got to get out of here. As I bend down to pick up what’s left of my shirt, a wave of nausea hits me. I quickly stand up straight and try to hold it back, but it’s no use-it just makes it worse. Unable to hold it in anymore, I rush to the bathroom and empty last night’s dinner into the toilet. Beau heard it and woke up, because suddenly he’s there, pulling back my hair and rubbing my back.
“Is everything alright?” Beau asks, concerned.
“I guess my stomach didn’t agree with the food I ate last night. But I think I’m fine now.” Standing up shakily, I walk over to the sink.
“Do you need medicine?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I switch on the tap and rinse my mouth.
“Alright, but if you need something, let me know.”
“I will.” I place my hands on the edge of the sink as fatigue takes over my body. It must be because I emptied my stomach. I’ll shower and have breakfast. I’m sure I’ll feel better in no time.
***
An hour later, Beau and I walk into the hotel’s restaurant. He noticed how tired I was after throwing up and has refused to leave my side since. The man even showered with me. I was close to breaking the showerhead on his head because of how he insisted on bathing me. I let him because I was feeling weak, and it was easier with his help-though I’d never admit that to him. If I was feeling stronger, I would’ve fought him and kicked him out, but I just didn’t have the energy.
“Thank you,” I say, sitting down in the chair Beau pulls out for me.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, taking the seat opposite me.
“A little weak, but I’m sure I’ll feel better once I eat.” I scan through the menu.
“If I’d known I would make you this exhausted, I would’ve only used my hands,” Beau smirks as he reads his own menu.
“Trust me, you are not the reason I am feeling tired this morning.” I roll my eyes at his cockiness.
“I know you are saying that to bruise my ego, but unfortunately, it’s not going to work.” Beau says as the waiter walks up to get our orders.
“Whatever.” Dropping the menu back on the table, I tell the waiter my order, and Beau does the same. I do my best to ignore him while we wait for our food. It comes out rather quickly and I dig in, wanting to get this breakfast over with as soon as possible.
While Beau and I are eating, to my surprise, I feel even worse than before. I rush out of my seat and run into the restroom.
I find Beau waiting for me outside. “I think we should go to the doctor,” he says. “This is the second time today.”
“I don’t think there’s any need. My stomach probably just doesn’t like the hotel food anymore.” I’d been eating it for almost a week after all. “I’ll try somewhere else for lunch.” I gesture for Beau to give me his hand. I don’t think I can trust myself to walk on my own.
“You must be exhausted.” Beau gives a slight smile. “You just asked for my help.” He wraps his arm around my waist, walking us to the door.
“I am.” I massage my temples and close my eyes briefly. ” I think I might need a nap.”
“But it’s only been an hour since we woke up.”
“I know, but I’m sleepy.”
“Okay, no problem. Let’s get you upstairs, so you can rest.” He steers us towards the elevator.
“Thank you.” I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes as the elevator takes us up to our floor. I can’t remember the last time I felt this exhausted, I wonder what’s causing it.
We step out of the elevator once it arrives on our floor. But just as I’m about to open my room door, I remember something I should’ve done as soon as I woke up.
“Is something wrong?” Beau asks, noticing my hesitation.
“I need to check on Tamara.” I walk towards the door next to mine.
“Oh, alright. Will you still take a nap after you visit her?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll see you when you wake up, then. Call me.” Beau pecks my cheeks before he walks away.