Din's hand moved inside the gap between Jessie's legs. She wasn't wearing panties, as Taylor had previously stated. Her dampness was palpable to him. Jessie whimpered softly as he manipulated her clitoral region with his finger. He helped her by taking off her clothing and staring at her bare body.
Her average, luscious breasts returned his attention. He couldn't stay away from them. They were on a trial basis. Her entire physique was enticing.
As he heard her quietly crying, he took one into his mouth. "Marco," she grumbled.
He took his mouth away from her breast and returned it to her lips. His finger went deep into her as he kissed her. Jessie sobbed into his mouth. It was a state of pleasure and pain at the same time. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she wanted him to continue torturing her.
He proceeded to rub her with his finger while she clutched the sheet tightly in her fists. Din's pace shifted from slow to fast in the blink of an eye. When was the last time she felt that way? After he let go of his grip on Jessie, she let out a wild outcry.
Jessie spent the entire night on her stomach, her head resting on the pillow. When she opened her eyes, she saw it was already morning.
She sat up and used both hands to support her head. She was in the throes of a hangover.
She realised she was naked when she dragged the blanket across her chest. She gasped but didn't feel any pain underneath, indicating that she hadn't had sex with anyone, so why was she naked and how did she enter the room? She had no recollection of what occurred the night before, although she had hoped it wasn't the man she had met at the hotel. He was the obnoxious man who accused her of stalking him.
Jessie started looking for her things on the bed, but something shiny caught her eye as she looked at her finger. She shaved her head to be able to see the object clearly.
She let out a gasp. "Please don't be real," as she stroked the ring, she said in hushed tones. Her heart started to beat quicker. She examined the ring and discovered that it was made of plastic. Jessie snatched it from her finger and tossed it to the ground.
Something wasn't quite right in the room she was in. She looked around the room with her gaze. The room she checked into the day before wasn't the same as the one she was in now.
"Could this day get any worse?" Jessie said. Her two feet were planted on the ground, and her gaze was drawn to the transparent window, which had a piece of paper adhered to it with a written word. 'Good morning, Wifey,' it says. She gasped once more, but quickly hurried to fetch her clothes, which had been left on the couch. She put it on and walked back to the bed to get her phone, dropping the pillow to the floor in the process.
When she bent down to pick up the cushion, she discovered a thick piece of paper underneath. Jessie scooped it up, flipped it, and then flung it back on the ground. What she saw in the paper astounded her. it was a wedding photograph. She was included. In the role of the bride, flowers were also used to adorn her hair.
She knelt to take it up once more. What had happened last night that she couldn't seem to recall? She took a quick look at the man's features. Was it Din Cooper? He stood close to her, while a man stood behind them. He was clad in the robes of a priest.
Was there a wedding going on at the club where they were? How did that happen? It had been professionally photo-shopped. She assumed. Din Cooper had to be the one who edited the image to harass her since he wanted to get on her nerves so badly.
Jessie tossed the photo on the bed and walked over to the window to remove the glued-on paper.
When she turned on her phone, she noticed that she had six missed calls from Taylor. She had called Taylor to meet her at the reception, and they needed to talk.
Another thing caught Jessie's attention as she almost walked out of the room. It was only a few inches away from under the couch.
Something stung Jessie as she bent down and placed her hand under the couch. She quickly removed her hand and noticed a small amount of blood on her finger.
She tugged the object out with her hand underneath it once more. Her face was flushed with surprise, and she dropped the object she had found on the ground. The flower that was on the ground was the same one she had seen in the picture. It was the same flower that was placed on her head. She promptly rose to her feet.
She's baffled as to what's going on. Maybe the image wasn't manipulated in any way. Perhaps they did have a wedding.
She closed her eyes hard and put her palms on her head. Her mind was filled with images from the night before. Din had taken her into this room since she was inebriated. She guessed she passed out because she couldn't recall anything after they exchanged a kiss and were almost having sex.
She didn't come to Vegas for this. She came to get rid of Marco in her head, and now Din has entered the picture? Jessie had hoped the marriage would be a hoax.
Before heading out to meet Taylor at the reception, she returned to the bed and picked up the picture.
Din Cooper may be anywhere. Jessie hurried to the reception desk to meet Taylor.
Taylor was able to see how quickly Jessie had run. Taylor's shoulder had served as a source of support for Jessie when she got to the reception. She was breathing faster as a result of her run.