"You wish! I'd rather be a nun than be with you!" Karen's cheeks burned with rage, and she spun on her heel to leave.
Jeffrey caught her arm on impulse. "You're walking away just like this?" Karen glanced at his hand on her, then back up to his chiseled face, and suddenly, she let out a shriek. "Aaaahhh!" Jeffrey was startled and quickly clamped his hand over her mouth, dragging her into his room.
"Do you want to bring here everybody in the hotel?!" he hissed.
This woman was a complete nutcase! She stared at him in disbelief, pointing at his hand. "You...you just grabbed me with your right hand, and now you're covering my mouth with it!" "Yeah, so what?" Jeffrey was clueless.
"Which fucking hand did you use when you were wanking?!" He got silent, and it confirmed Karen's suspicions! Jeffrey's hand, which had touched his ‘stuff,’ was now touching her hand and her mouth! "Ugh— She bolted for the bathroom and started to throw up in the toilet.
Jeffrey was at a loss for words! Watching her exaggerated reaction, as if she was trying to upchuck her very soul, he was half-tempted to shove her into the toilet and be done with it.
"Are you sick or something? It's my room. I can do whatever I like in here. You're the one who came knocking and killed my vibe.
I'm the one who should be upset, not you acting all disgusted!" Karen eyed him, and her gaze travelled downward to his hastily buttoned pants.
"Damn it, Jeff! I'm telling you - you better not breathe a word of this to anyone. Especially not to Dorothy, and definitely not to Everett! Pretend it never happened! Forget all about it!" She ran out like a whirlwind, as if Jeffrey might chase her down and do God knows what.
Staring at the door that had slammed shut, Jeffrey could only twitch the corners of his mouth in disbelief.
The porn was still playing on the TV screen, but the eager audience was gone. He turned off the screen with the remote control and flopped back onto the bed. Even though he no longer felt like continuing, being interrupted like that left him feeling all kinds of uncomfortable.
Ever since his last date, Jeffrey had been on a bit of a dry spell. This was the longest he'd gone without a little action ever since his first time.
And now, when he finally decided to take matters into his own hands, he got interrupted! He sat up annoyed, threw on his clothes and jacket, pocketed his car keys, and then knocked on Karen's door.
"What on earth are you packing? Why would you even need my help?" He was an injured man, and he was not her valet! Karen's voice came through crisp and clear from inside the room. Just two word.
"Fuck off!" "Don't get too cocky! We agreed to forget what happened, and now you're cursing at me?" "You fuck off!" Jeffrey rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'm taking the car. Who knows when I'll be back.” He needed a break from all this . Maybe he'd check out the local girls in Swevia Country for some fair skins, good looks, and long legs.
Just as Jeffrey was about to walk away, Karen unexpectedly opened the door. "Hold up, I'm coming with you! Drive me to somewhere busy and bustling. I want to go shopping, and you will take me back afterwards.” Karen was doing her best to maintain a steady demeanor and expression.
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