Mia folded her uniform and placed it in her bag with a happy sigh. Glad to be rid of her schooling for the holiday season, Mia came out of the lobby bathroom carrying her weekend away bag in tow. Packed inside was her school uniform, homework, makeup and essentials for the weekend. She looked much less like a child now that she had shirked it in the bathroom. She did not need the older woman at the front desk to question her identity. This was Sabrina's family's hotel. There would be no doubt that the crest would be recognized. She had the room given to her as a favor, but they had to collect the room card at the front desk. He looked impatient, but she did not need to raise others' eyebrows when they checked in. His countenance changed as she saw him. Mia skipped over to Mark. The cheery classical music that was being pumped into the room over a speaker made everything seem sweeter than it was as she embraced him. It was a touch of static and breaking up choppy intervals which brought her back into reality briefly. Tasteful holiday decorations hung from the ceiling in the quiet alcove that led into the public restrooms. Conveniently, there was a back way into the hotel that insiders like her would only know and, thankfully, she was on that list. 

"All done honey." Mia said with a twirl. The string lights flickered and swayed as the heating system turned on and off. A group of men passed by, two maintenance workers plodded their way out of the door they had snuck in through, causing Mia to jump in surprise and giggle slightly from the adrenaline. 

"Looking good," Mark said as he admired her. Mia smiled as soon as she heard them talking about how they could not figure out the wireless problems in the hotel and not. Her heart settled. This romance could only happen in the confines of hotels. Father liked him enough, but not her. Mia grabbed Mark's shirt and planted a soft kiss on his lips. The physical aspect of their relationship just happened while he was tutoring her. It had started with casual. It felt kind of exciting at first, then naughty, then it felt like a victory. 

It felt good possessing him, getting out from under the shadow of her older sister. It did not take much to lure Mark away. Ambiguous texts and slight touching, poking at his insecurities and finally ensnaring him by saying she had a crush on him. This was practice for her, looking good was easy, but she was frankly honestly terrible at flirting. Mark was the perfect throwaway. They would never last when her sister found out. All she would have to do was feign a conscience about it once Nora was home and break it off. What would be the worst that could happen? Would her sister leave, or would she crack her perfect facade and fight her? 

'Whatever, it is just fun either way.' Mia smirked into his lips as they kissed. 

Mia gave his lips a quick nip with her teeth as she withdrew to stare into his eyes. He was starting to paw at her. She didn't know precisely what she liked about Mark. What was there to feel guilty over? They were in love and had spent more time together than they did as a couple anyway. No one stays with their first partner these days. She was just getting it over with for all of them and getting sexual experience from it. There were no such things as soul mates. Especially in their social circle. They would end up all marrying someone for benefits. Love and feelings were second to what benefited one's wealth and family. Nora needed to learn this. Anyway, what did Nora expect? She kept leaving him to study at different universities. 

'I still do not know what she sees in him either? It is not like Daddy does not have a plan for her as well. She bloody well knows that he does not even take Mark seriously, he'd pay him off, and she'd never know. Either way, he's gone. At least you get an explanation.' Mia thought in his arms.

"You ready to go?" Mia said as she snuggled into Mark's arms. It felt great to take him away. How many degrees, trophies and honors did Nora need in order to feel satisfied in life. She did not need to work, Nora already had access to an inheritance from her Mother's estate. What was the point in all of it when she could have just lived a life doing whatever she wanted? The only reason she went to school was because she had to. Nora left because she did not want to be there. She had basically given him to her on a platter. He was good enough for Nora, and good enough to play around with in secret. Mark's tutoring was an act of kindness on Nora's part. She personally did not care about her grades, the fact that Nora had bothered her enough to teach her a lesson. She humiliated her in front of her Father that morning when she suggested this before leaving for school again. 

Betraying her made the feelings of inadequacy fade a little. Her older sister had started to attend university when she was in primary school. They only saw her when she would return during breaks, usually, during which her father would awkwardly boast about her intelligence. She made Mia feel insecure and when she got back, she would use Mark to give her a taste of her own medicine. Mark's hands urgently roamed over Mia's body. They needed to get up to the room, shower before they move on. Mia snapped out of her thoughts and planted another kiss on his lips. They needed to move. 

"Yeah, let's stop at the desk to have them send more towels. Last time, there wasn't enough," Mark said.

"I will let you do the talking then." Mia said as she bit her lip, it was risky. But they should be safe. She could count on discretion from the staff if she did not give them a reason to suspect her age. It would be nice to drink this weekend. The girls often partied here without being caught. If she was caught on camera by someone, she would be doomed. She had a public image that her Mother constantly lectured her to protect. Her mother was the one to talk though, she was caught as the other woman. For years after Nora came home, the press would post up every year and remind her and the family of her origins of being the other woman. They were the secret family of Sir Malcolm Quill, a man behind closed doors that was truly capable of anything. Luckily, Father took the path of contrition and claimed that he was a man that made a mistake. He made Mother a proper wife and the scandal faded every year just a little bit more. 

'You were lucky, I wanted to smack his hands away.' Mia looked at their reflection in the hallway mirror. She pushed Mark's chest with her hands. 

"We should ask for some soaps, hygiene items and a spare room key too." Mia said with a smile. "I would not want to trap you up there. But we can be prepared for that" Mia continued sweetly. The real reason was so that the pair could leave separately to avoid being photographed together. Nora was unknown to the media, she did not have to worry about trends, wardrobe mishaps, makeup, hair, her skin. Nor did she not know how to deal with her hair, makeup or clothes. She was a hot mess. Luckily enough for her and the family, outside the world of Academia, no one spared Nora a glance. Her hair was a tragedy. She could go to a salon every day if she wanted to. The family could afford her to dress better. Nora had the same credit cards she did that their Father would just pay for. It was frustrating to see her, holier than thou act when they would go out shopping. It was as if she wanted to distance herself from them. 

'Maybe that 'stick in the mud', rather 'stick up her ass' would change once she got home and woke up to reality. That you could be smart, but it always came down to how you looked.' Mia smirked as Mark's hand punctuated every thought as they walked towards the lobby. She felt his hand on her ass and knew he was getting impatient. 

"Hey babe, not in the view of the public, wait, you greedy boy." Mia said, it would be a long night. At least he had a lot of stamina.

."I cannot wait to get you up there." Mark whispered in her ear. The hot breath tickled his neck. She giggled as they queued as his hand cupped her again. Her cheeks flushed as she felt her body starting to respond to his teasing. He was getting better at this. Mia moved closer to his body.

 "Can you stop, please? Not here." Mia said with a giggle. Mark pulled her long brunette hair away from her neck and placed a kiss on her neck. She felt a pleasant shiver go up her spin. 

"I'll stop. Eh." Mark said as his hand slipped inside her long wool coat and down past her shirt. His hand massaged her through her thigh gap. Mia moved her purse to cover up his actions. Mia bit her lip. If her coat wasn't as long as it was, there would probably be quite the show for the people behind them. Mia felt the blood rush to her cheeks as his fingers breached her underpants. Mia felt her cheeks flush as he deftly stroked her. Her legs weakened when he shallowly penetrated her with his long fingers.