His little secret, my sweet sin

CHAPTER 9

~Maryjane’s POV

The air was stale, and the cheap floral spray stung my nostrils, the hotel bed creaked beneath me. I sat up, my head throbbing. This is what I'd been reduced to, a cheap skate who sought fortress in bum-ass hotels.

I took a quick glance in the cracked mirror and I saw a stranger, a disheveled stranger. My hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot and my skin looked sickly.

I needed to see Christopher, to tell him what his sick best friend tried to do to me, I needed to be the first to tell him. Yes, he would pity me, he would apologize and everything would be normal again.

I splashed some cold water on my face, scrubbing away the grime, and tried to tame my wild hair as I prepared to leave.

I approached the front desk, my stomach rumbling loudly. I couldn't remember the last decent meal I had.

“Excuse me,” I said to the young woman behind the counter, forcing a smile. “Could you please call my husband? Christopher Lopez. He’ll pay for the room”.

“Room number?” she asked dryly. “211,” I replied, clearing my throat while she typed something into the computer, “There’s no credit card on file for this room with that name,” she said. “You’ll have to pay for this room before you leave madam”.

“Look, I don't have any cash on me right now. Don't you know me? I'm…I’m Mrs. Lopez, my husband is rich, he can give you the money”. I stammered, “Just call him”.

“I'm sorry ma’am,” she said, her voice dripping with false sympathy and politeness. “That's not how things are done here, hotel policy”.

An impatient man stood behind me fidgeting, “Lady get off the line,” He yelled.

“We could use your credit card,” The Lady at the front desk suggested, some of the hotel staff had stopped what they were doing and were now openly staring at me. The last thing I needed was another weak appearance.

“b***h, do you know who I am?” I asked, my voice rising. “I'm Mrs. Christopher Lopez,” she shuddered sarcastically, placing her hand over her mouth faking fear. “Yeah, b***h you'll all lose your f*****g jobs for this!”

A few people pulled out their phones, their eyes gleaming with excitement. I could hear the faint clicks and murmuring ripple through the lobby.

“Ma’am please,” the woman behind the desk chuckled in amusement. “You’re causing a scene”.

“I’ll take care of it”. A deep voice from behind me said, I turned to see a man, tall, perfect build, and impeccably dressed step forward.

He pulled out a wad of bills and placed them on the counter, “keep the change”.

“Thank you, sir,” the woman said, her voice suddenly respectful.

I wanted to thank him, to explain but everyone still had their phones out recording me so I turned and fled amidst a few jeers.

“Hey!” I heard him call but I was in no mood to listen to another soul go on about how they saved me.

I called the driver to come pick me up and we arrived at the Lopez industry’s head office. The entire building was huge and I had gotten lost a couple of times before.

“Mrs. Lopez,” his assistant greeted with a faint nod, “Mr. Lopez is in a meeting, he can't be disturbed”.

“It's urgent,” I insisted, “please just let him know I'm here”.

She sighed, rolling her eyes tiredly. “Fine,” she said, picking up the intercom. “Boss, your wife is here”.

“Send her in”. I heard him say.

As I walked into his office, I damn near choked on my own breath. Underneath his massive desk was a pair of red bottom heels. Christopher sat back in his chair, his eyes half-closed, as he licked his lips, concentration plastered on his face.

“There you go baby, suck that d**k just like that,” He moaned, I stood there frozen as the sound of muffled moans and wet slurping serenaded my ears.

My stomach churned and a wave of nausea washed over me.”Who the f**k is that, Chris?” He held up a hand, signaling for me to be quiet while he finished. After what seemed like an eternity, the sounds stopped.

Christopher stood up, adjusting his tie, his eyes cold and hard. “I’m not done with you baby, stay right there”. He said to whoever was underneath his desk.

“So,” He began, his voice flat, “what do you want, Maryjane?”

“What do I want? That’s it? You aren’t going to tell me who the f**k was sucking your d**k just now?” I bellowed, shaking with anger.

“I don’t owe you an explanation with regards to who and what I stick my d**k in,” I hated that smile, that irritating smile. “Now if you wouldn't state your business, I'll show you out”. He was so mean, so cold, so unfeeling.

“Babe I'm sorry, why are you doing this to me?” I sighed, giving up the fight I knew I couldn't win. “I need to talk to you,” I continued. “About what?” he asked almost immediately, his eyes narrowing.

“About Dean,” it was becoming harder and harder to keep my voice audible. “He tried….he tried to take advantage of me”.

“And you think I give a f**k?” He scoffed, looking at me with disgust in his eyes.

“You’re a bloody w***e MJ,” he circled me, “oh you thought he wouldn't tell me? You are nothing but a cheap, desperate slut”. Tears welled up in my eyes as his words sliced me.

“C I know it's you, you're enjoying this right? Come out, you don't have to hide b***h”. I railed off-topic, getting no response from the lady beneath the desk. “Is it the blowjob?” I asked, turning to him. “I could’ve given you a thousand rounds of that, babe. Why did you leave me? Why can’t you choose me”.

He laughed loudly, shaking his head while still circling me. “Please baby, I know you know I didn't do any of the s**t Dean told you”. I begged.

I felt a sharp pain rock my insides and soon blood was splattered on the floor as I coughed violently.

“Please Chris, I have cancer, I'm dying, help me”. I begged, my voice breaking.

He stood up, his eyes blazing with fury, “You want my help? You want my money?” He shoved me, the force sending my head reeling. “Grovel Maryjane, Beg for it”.

I sank to my knees, my body trembling with pain. “Please Christopher,” My eyes were bloodshot with tears as I begged. “Please help me, I'm dying,” I sobbed.

“Beg for your life w***e,” he hissed, he was enjoying every bit of this, and I saw the cynical smirk on his face. “Beg me to save your pathetic life”.

I choked back a sob, everything left of my self-esteem was shattered on the ground, my self-worth in tatters. “Please,” I whispered, my voice quivering. “Please, save me”.

He leaned down, his eyes glistening in triumph, smiling and sniffling. “Okay, since you are f*****g everyone else for the money,” He lifted my blood-stained chin, his breath hot against my cheek.

“You might as well f**k me too. Do it well, and who knows? I just might consider saving your useless life”.