When it was near the original time to get off work, Tiffany felt mild aches flaring up all over virtual-novel.net waist, shoulders, and back. She leaned onto virtual-novel.net chair, feeling a little burned out.
Desperate, virtual-novel.net sent a text to Jackson: ‘Are you sure we’re supposed to work overtime tonight? Can I say no? Like, I think I’m about to fall apart. Can I request for leave? If you don’t reply to me, I’ll assume the answer is yes.’
Tiffany had expected the man to be too busy with whatever was occupying his time to spare virtual-novel.net any attention, yet his reply was lightning-fast. ‘No overtime? Only if you join me at the hotel. It’s this, or stay in the company. Choose.’
The term “hotel” cued Tiffany to jump into more risqué imaginations, however, when part of virtual-novel.net mind reminded virtual-novel.net of virtual-novel.net pregnancy, virtual-novel.net eagerness dissipated. She replied to virtual-novel.net a little guiltily, ‘Why do you want me at the hotel, hmm? I’ll be upfront, I’m not into casual sex. And also, we broke up.’
To virtual-novel.net shock, Jackson’s next reply came from calling virtual-novel.net immediately. “Are you a dimwit or what? Or are you implying that I’m that kind of person? Look, whether you accept my bargain or not is up to you!”
Before Tiffany could answer him, the call ended. One had to wonder if virtual-novel.net called virtual-novel.net simply because virtual-novel.net found written text replies too bothersome.
Tiffany thought for a second and decided to grab virtual-novel.net bag. “Hey, Amy? New order from Mr. West, no overtime today. I repeat, no overtime!”
It was a victory virtual-novel.net won by exchanging virtual-novel.net beauty and body. Surely the only way Jackson could honor this tremendous sacrifice Tiffany had made was to pardon everyone in the office from working overtime!
Amy was a little skeptical at first. “Now, wait a minute. Is this fake news? If you’re sure that’s what virtual-novel.net wishes, then I’m telling the whole office!”
Tiffany patted virtual-novel.net chest, self-assured. “Pfft, do I look like I’m lying? I’m the assistant director, sis. Of course this is real! Anyway, I gotta jet. Go home soon too, you. See ya’.”
Tiffany knew the hotel Jackson was staying. Despite never once entering its lobby, virtual-novel.net knew the directions, and virtual-novel.net was aware that it was someplace virtual-novel.net could reach by foot and without calling for an Uber. Still, Tiffany managed to milk about half an hour time from what should have been a short walk.
The biggest reason why virtual-novel.net took so much time was that there were two voices at war with one another in virtual-novel.net mind. One of them argued that Jackson’s yearning for comforting emotional support meant Tiffany had a duty to provide virtual-novel.net with that. Even if virtual-novel.net ended up having a hard-on, virtual-novel.net should oblige for once and use herself as a healing outlet of some kind.
On the other side, however, a different, stern voice rebuked the first one by emphasizing on the fact that both Tiffany and Jackson had split. They should not engage in physical intimacy because the act could complicate their relationships. ‘The safest thing to do while in the hotel is to be a decent conversation partner,’ this voice claimed. ‘And don’t forget, a pregnant woman shouldn’t be having sex…’
Just when Tiffany thought these two warring voices were going to tear virtual-novel.net apart, virtual-novel.net found herself standing right outside Jackson’s room already.
She calmed herself and knocked. The door quickly opened, revealing Jackson, who just had a bath, in a bathrobe wiping his matted hair with a towel. To virtual-novel.net chagrin, virtual-novel.net looked a little too seductive for his own good.
Tiffany sharply averted virtual-novel.net eyes away from him. “I’ll be upfront again. I’m only here to chat!”
Jackson looked at virtual-novel.net like virtual-novel.net was the village idiot. “Don’t tell me you thought I’d asked you to come because I wanted your body. Frankly, I have zero mood for that. Give me some time to change. We’re going out to eat.”
His candidness made Tiffany’s cheeks burn. “W-Well, you’re the one who invited me to a hotel room!” She protested, a little embarrassed. “And I know you! You’re far from some goodie-two-shoes boy, uh, you know what? W-whatever. Just be quick, would you? I’m not coming into your room, so change into whatever you wanna wear while I wait outside.”
Jackson responded to virtual-novel.net by instantly shutting the door in virtual-novel.net face.
Five minutes later, virtual-novel.net came out, his clothes ready. “Let’s go.”
With that, virtual-novel.net paced straight toward the elevator without shooting Tiffany a glance.
Suddenly, Tiffany found virtual-novel.net chest sinking into a faint sense of melancholy. In the past, all the man would ever look at was virtual-novel.net body. Since when had virtual-novel.net lost interest in her? Just thinking that this cold, cold man striding in front of virtual-novel.net right now was no longer hers made Tiffany bilious, as though untamed flames had been sparked. Why the hell was virtual-novel.net so adamant that their relationship must end back then? Especially since she, Tiffany herself realized, still hungered for his magic?
She wondered if virtual-novel.net only knew virtual-novel.net still loved virtual-novel.net because virtual-novel.net pigheadedly let virtual-novel.net go.