Dexter woke up immediately. He was a little bit startled by the scream. He stared at Hayley who stared at him, then at her naked body then screamed again, clutching the duvet to her chest.
Dexter stared at her like she had lost her mind.
"Stop yelling!" Dexter yelled, getting out of bed.
Hayley gasped at him in shock.
"What...are...you doing here?" She asked, her voice trembling.
Dexter stared at her confused.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked again yelling.
"What do you mean what am I doing here?" Dexter asked, throwing up his hands. "You invited me in, remember?"
Hayley stared at him bewildered. "What do you mean I invited you in?" She asked in a scratchy voice.
"Last night you got drunk, and I saved you from a predator," Dexter explained.
"And you raped me?" Hayley asked anxiously.
"What? No way!" Dexter said disgustedly. Rape wasn't his thing. He could never force a woman to have sex with him.
"Then why am I naked?" She asked.
Dexter groaned. "You got out of your clothes yourself,"
"But you slept with me, didn't you?" Hayley asked.
Dexter sighed. It was a mistake. She clearly didn't remember all that transpired last night.
"I...didn't...force ...you!" He said every word slowly and firmly. "I helped you get here, and you begged me to stay,"
Hayley scoffed. "Begged you?" She asked, not believing a word. "Did I also beg you to sleep with me?"
"No!" Dexter replied with his eyes shut. "But you also didn't refuse. It just happened Hayley,"
Hayley stared at him in shock. It just happened. How the hell did he expect her to know what she was doing last night? He took advantage of her and said it just happened.
"Get out! Please," Hayley said with her eyes closed.
Dexter gave her a long look, then grabbed his shirt and put it on. Hayley opened her eyes and watched his body move gracefully. She stared at his handsome face as he wore his shoes. He had the impassive beauty of a face making her crotch moist. Dexter glanced at her, then turned and strolled out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Hayley groaned, falling back onto the bed. She wished she hadn't told him to leave. It had been a while since she had sex and now she felt lonely. She tried to recall what happened as she stared up at the ceiling. Dexter's manly smell still lingered in the room and Hayley reached out and grabbed the pillow he had slept on. She took in a whiff of his scent and the incident replayed in her mind. She could recall perceiving this familiar scent as he thrust into her. She could still feel his warm mouth as he sucked her lips, their tongues brushing. Hayley ran her hands down her body, slowly touching herself the way she remembered Dexter touching her. She moaned softly as she visualized Dexter fondling her breasts.
She spread her legs apart as her fingers were so eager to touch her clit. And when she did, she found a drenched wanting core that aches so much for a man's dick; for Dexter's dick. She pictured Dexter's tongue on her needy core as her dripping wet fingertips coated her clit and a spasm of pleasure made her moan softly. She spread her pussy lips wide, lifted the smooth clit higher and began to circle the outside edges of her clitoris. She made small flicks on the tip and it made her squirm. She pictured Dexter's mouth greedily sucking on her core and it triggered her arousal.
"Umm," she moaned.
Hayley plunged two fingers deep into her pussy as she imagined Dexter would do it, and she made a hit on her gspot. She began to feel her inner walls tighten and orgasm building up deep inside her belly. All of her thoughts were filled with pictures of Dexter's dick thrusting in and out of her pussy making her cum. Hayley's whimper got louder as she worked her fingers faster into her core. A flow of nectar creased her fingers and thighs as her need to release increased. She craved for Dexter's dick. Hayley sat up a little, increasing the force of her fingers.
"Oh gawd...oh gawd," she moaned.
Her fingers pounded her so hard that it took her breath away. Her hips lifted, her thighs shaking as her imagination of Dexter's boner grazed her mind's eye. The tiny line between her and her orgasm broke off and her eyes shut as she released all over the bed sheets.
She fell back on the bed breathing heavily. She thought about Dexter and wondered why he had agreed to stay over here. What about his wife? She was damn lucky to have such a godlike beauty for a husband. Her phone rang jostling her from her thoughts. She had gotten a new phone and glared at the screen. It was Natasha.
"Hello Nat," Hayley said sweetly.
Natasha, a quiet twenty-three-year-old graduate of Nevada University, was the best and efficient staff Hayley had ever worked with. She kept ahead of the paperwork and made sure Hayley and the staff who worked for her were always on top of their schedules. She kept her work life running like a fine-tuned engine.
"Hello Miss Summer," Natasha said, her voice soft like the gentle lilt carrying a tender affection that warmed Hayley's ears.
She was the only one who addressed by her late father's name, Summer.
"How are you?" Hayley asked.
"Tired!" Natasha said in a tired voice, then chuckled. "Miss Summer, everything is set for the show in two days,"
"Oh is it," Hayley asked.
"Yes ma'am," Natasha responded. "There are some things I'd like you to review before I go ahead with the process. So when are you coming in?"
Hayley sighed. "Well, I'd be around by the weekend so we need to postpone the event."
"Really? Why?" Natasha asked in a surprised tone.
"Umm...I'm occupied right now," Hayley said. "We should talk later...I have to go,"
"Okay," Natasha shrugged and ended the call.
Hayley got up from bed and headed towards the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and then ran a bath; she wanted to use the expensive scents in the Hotel. As she lay in the hot, perfumey water, her red, doll-like Irish hair soaped into a white, heavy topknot. Hayley left the bath and showered to get all the soap out of her wavy hair. She anointed her body with the colognes from their fancy bottles, and sculpted her hair from delicate tubes of aromatic gels, reading the directions carefully. She hadn't called room service because the huge refrigerator was stuffed with trays of sandwiches and caviar canapés, bottles of imported beer and the finest wine. She got out and stared at her body as she dried herself.
Her phone rang but she ignored it. It continued ringing and she groaned. Whoever it was wasn't going to stop pestering her. She walked over to it, grabbed it and stared into the screen. It was Mirabel. Hayley's countenance suddenly changed from one of irritation to pleasantness. She cleared her throat as she answered.
"Hello Mom," she said cheerfully.
"How are you, my love?" Mirabel asked. Hayley could hear the smile in her voice.
"Great Mom," Hayley replied. "How are you too?"
"Better," Mirabel replied.
Hayley smiled. Mirable was always strong even after losing her husband four years after they got married, she had consoled herself and took over his businesses, disappointing many people who expected his companies to go bankrupt. Mirabel had raised her kids Saint and May single-handedly and refused to remarry despite the numerous proposals and pressures she received from people. Even though her kids hadn't turned out the way she wanted, she still refused to be perplexed but adopted Hayley who was her source of happiness. Now she was sick she still went about her day like nothing was happening, smiling in the face of lurking death.
"When is your fashion show being held?" Mirabel asked.
"Oh, I had it postponed," Hayley replied.
"Why?" Mirabel asked, concerned. "You have to be done with that in time, so you can prepare for your wedding."
As Mirabel mentioned her wedding, the picture of Rob and June together came to her mind, making her boil in anger. She couldn't bring herself to tell Mirabel that her much-awaited union between her and Rob would never happen.
Mirabel had spent time and money looking for a suitable partner for her and would feel bad that their relationship couldn't work out. She would be so furious if she discovered June had a hand in their breakup.
"Mom something happened," Hayley said.