Chapter 30
On my way back from the restroom, I passed by a private room with the door half open. It was dark inside, but I caught a glimpse of two figures tangled up, looking like they were making out. I hurried off right away.
When I returned, Luther and Adeline were gone from their seats. My mind went back to that dark room. I couldn’t see who they were exactly, but those figures looked a lot like them.
Ten minutes later, they came back one after another. I noticed his shirt was wrinkled, and she had a couple of buttons undone.
Luther glanced at the manager. He caught on right away, grabbed his drink, and announced, “Alright. One last drink to end the night. Here’s to bigger goals and bigger sales numbers next year. Cheers.”
He tapped the bottom of the glass on the table, tipped his head back, and downed it. The rest of us followed suit.
We grabbed a few taxis to make our way back to the hotel. Luther was helping the dead–drunk Adeline into one, so I took the hint and got into another cab with the rest of the group
The dinner really drove it home. I realized more than ever that I wasn’t meant to be his kept woman. If I wanted freedom, I had to learn to stand on my
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When I got back to my room, I took a shower and started dozing off immediately. The alcohol hit me hard, and I passed out the second I hit the bed.
I stirred in the morning, still half–awake. Then, I felt the weight of a man’s arm on my waist, and my back was pressed against his warm chest. Startled, I snapped my eyes open and looked back. Luther was sleeping next to me, wearing the same shirt from last night.
Thinking about how he had just come back from another woman’s bed without even bothering to shower, all I could feel was someone else’s scent clinging to him.
I shoved him, but he just wouldn’t wake up. It must have been a wild night, and he was out cold from exhaustion.
I still had to sleep in this bed for the next three nights, and I didn’t want it to smell like another woman. So, I sucked it up and started taking his clothes off.
Just as I was undoing his belt after taking off his shirt, I felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked up to find Luther bracing himself on one arm with a playful grin.
“How long have you been awake?” I asked.
He smirked and nodded at me. “Had a bit too much to drink. Thought you could give me a hand.”
I looked down and draped the bathrobe over him. “You reek of someone else. Go take a shower.”
He reached a hand out to me. “Help me up.”
I pulled Luther up, and he leaned his weight on me, not moving an inch. I knew exactly what he was up to and muttered, “Do it yourself.”
Even I could hear the awkwardness in my tone, so he probably did as well.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and dragged me into the bathroom, playing drunk and acting childishly. I struggled to push him back and ended up giving in.
What the heart wanted, the mind didn’t always agree. Without warning, he flicked my nose with his finger. “Are you getting jealous again?”
