The moment Chelsea felt the hard pillow under her head, she immediately squeezed in, making the proper room for her because she needs it more than anything in this life and as she managed to do, she closed her eyes instantly, falling into a deep slumber, something which she needed so mightily and craved for ceasing.
The joy that filled Chelsea was like nonother and as she was asleep within seconds of just lying down on the bed.
Jaxtyn who stood at the edge of the bed was perplexed, he had this look of satisfaction that filled his contours, it almost felt like he is blessed, and nothing will happen to him now that the lady is asleep.
Jaxtyn heaved a sigh that he had not known it clutched in his chest before, Chelsea had troubled him so much for one evening, and his plans were now to the sea, just like that. The manner in which Jaxtyn had planned I handle Chelsea was beyond reasoning, he had prepared his love positions which he is going to use on the lady, but now it is different, instead of browsing the lady's private parts, here he was babysitting her.
This is the worst thing that can ever happen to him, for his plans to be truncated in this awkward manner, he feels like dying, but staying without having an affair today wouldn't kill him, In fact, it will be an added advantage to his hormones and his energy that is always on the move, hitting harder against the harsh walls of a lady.
Jaxtyn stared at Chelsea for a while feeling so damn tired as well. Using the blanket on the bed, he spread it over Chelsea aiming to keep her warm inside the cold of the night decided to deal with her mercilessly.
As he straightened himself to his full-length, he walked towards the bathroom once more where he closed the door firmly behind him, staring at his reflection on the mirror.
"I look so miserable," he muttered to himself wriggling his face.
He laughed at his own words because what left him out was not what he had actually planned to say. Well, he didn't mean to say that though because nothing was funny now, especially after seeing what had happened to him in the past few hours of his life, he might term it as tragic, but reflecting over it can only bring a sense of establishment to him for a while, his plans did not work as planned for once in his life.
Jaxtyn looked at himself in the mirror, he looked like a man who had been married for over sixty years, and his wife had stressed him part of their marriage life.
It is a weird comparison to use, but then, that is how awkward he feels, and thinking this way only brings him more fear in his body.
Opening the tap, he allowed the water to rush over, before he sent his hand in the middle of the flowing liquid, grabbing some liquid to splash it on her face.
The cold water helped relaxed his tanned features, and as he furrowed his eyebrows, fine lines of stress crinkled around his temple making a fine wave of lines to sheath his features.
Jaxtyn could not believe himself right now, he was overstressed out and made him actually doubt Chelsea's authenticity, as he imagined if that is how she works with other men, wondering if she gets drunk so often.
Absolutely not, this might have been a crazy idea to do, maybe she wasn't friends with alcohol, that is quite a good reason to believe in it.
Again, Jaxtyn gulped more of the liquid and splashed it once more on his face, as he felt better than the previous time.
Stretching to his full-length, he grabbed a white and clean towel to dab his wet face with it. The movement was swift as he repeated it in a circular motion, enjoying the feeling of the soft piece of cloth on his rigid features.
Replacing it, he walked out of the bathroom and into the room. What he saw made him gasp. Chelsea was at the edge of the bed and was about to fall.
Immediately, Jaxtyn did not think about it anymore as he rushed towards her trying his best to save her.
He did, and he felt like a hero for doing such a thing.
Before Chelsea could actually reach the floor, Jaxtyn had stepped there and pushed her towards the center where she had enough space to rest her body well.
As he did so, he heard Chelsea moaning as if she was still crying, but now, he wasn't sure if that was tears, so he decided to sleep beside her in case she tries doing anything funny again, the movements are going to be censored as much as it can be.
Sighing, he tucked the duvet securely on her neck making sure that everything is fine because that is what he needs to most__peace of mind.
Jaxtyn started regretting why he even had to choose the girl in the first place, this is solely Louis's fault, he had assured her that Chelsea is the best, and would try her if the boss was not interested, but then, Chelsea's beauty and dance performances had struck the hell out of her, he had wanted to be put his shaft in her so much that he had not think about what he was saying as far as it brings the lady to his bed, and where is he now, only part of the dream had come to pass.
There is no doubt that the lady had kept to her part of the deal and has come to spend the night with him, but it is sad that she is drunk and can barely pretend like she is serious with him any longer. Laying on his bed was all he got from the lady.
As Jaxtyn thought about it, something unexpected happened, Chelsea rolled towards his side of the bed, holding her protectively, she needed and he liked it, well, kind of especially as she was controlled by sleep.