A Slave To My Obsession

“It was so much fun today,” Lexy said as her mouth oozed with alcohol. She was drunk and could barely walk on her own. “Come on babe, let’s just walk down to the hotel” “It's not far anymore” “Gosh, you are so wasted,” Venice said as she walked Lexy down the street. It was 2. am in the morning and the girls were just coming back from a long night of clubbing. “Oh dear! Oh dear” “whoooooaaa!” Lexy exclaimed as she raised her hands in excitement. “Men can be so funny, you know?” “Yeah, yeah” “But you have to know how to play your cards right,” Roseline responded also in a drunken state. “You will have a lot of fun when you can outsmart them” “Never trust them or believe their lies” “They only want to get between your legs,” Roseline continued. “That's how a man came to me at the club and could you imagine what he said,” Lexy said as she missed her footing and almost fell to the ground. “Let’s just get in before you continue your story,” Venice said as she was not as drunk as her friends. “It's dark and there is no help around should anything happen here” “Just calm down please,” Roseline said, a little disgusted. “Live a little” “We are already in our thirties and very soon we might find ourselves in a man’s house with little kids that would prevent us from having these kinds of moments” “Did you even have fun at the club?” Roseline queried Venice. “I was dancing so hard and I forgot to check up on you” “Where were you?” “Don’t worry about me,” Venice responded. “Of course, I was having fun just like you” “Are you sure?” Roseline teased. “Go away,” Venice responded with a smile. The three ladies soon got into a hotel and met with the hotel front guest agent. “Which of our services would you like to have for yourselves?” the lady who was at the front desk said. “We will need a room but preferably…..” Venice responded but just as she was about to finish her response, she heard a strange sound. Lexy had vomited all over the floor as she was looking lost. “Our check-in guests would lead you ladies to your room,” the front-desk guest said. “We will take care of the mess” Just as the ladies were about to go upstairs into their room, a handsome-looking man was walking downstairs. He had a well-carved beard with broad shoulders and dark curly hair that was enough to get almost any lady’s attention. The young man saw the ladies as he was walking down the stairs and said, “Hello ladies, I will just help you up”. His voice sounded even better than his physical appearance. At least, that was what Venice thought to herself. She looked at the man as if to check him out even though he was only in pajamas. Venice was lost in thought as she stole repeated glances at him as he wrapped his arm around Lexy’s shoulder to help her up the stairs. His smell drove her crazy and she became shy in front of her drunken friends. They eventually got upstairs. “Here you go,” the man said as the ladies got to their room. “Thanks a lot,” Venice responded. “You are a kind man”. “And how would you know that I am kind?” he teased “A good-looking face and a near-perfect smile doesn't mean I am kind you know?” he said, winking. Venice who was already blushing said, “So are you a kind man?” “The question is do you like kind men or handsome men with a touch of rizz?” the man winked again. “We will find out, I guess,” he flirted as he made a goodbye sign with his hands and went back into his room. Venice was already blown away by the man’s aura. “Hey!” she said. “How will I find out when I don't even know your name?” she asked. The man made a cute face as if he was trying to remember something and teased, “I don't know your name too so I guess it's even”. Just as the man entered his room, he heard a knock on his door. He looked through the hole in the door and opened it. “You forgot your watch,” Venice said. “Well, that’s not mine,” he responded. “Are you sure?” Venice said, looking confused and a little embarrassed. “Yeah, it's not mine” “I'm serious” “Good night darling…..except my room pulls your attention a little bit” “Don’t push it,” Venice responded with a smile. “What's your name, seriously?” she asked. “Jason Moore,” he responded after a long hesitation. “Call me Jason” “It takes you two hours to think of your name?” Venice joked. “You?” Jason asked, ignoring her joke. “I am Venice,” she said as she reached out for a handshake. Jason and Venice shook hands longer than a normal handshake would last as it seemed like they were caressing each other’s hands. “Good night,” they said to each other with a smile. Venice went back into her room and covered her drunken friends with a blanket who were already on the verge of sleeping. Venice couldn't get the thought of Jason away from her head throughout the night. The next morning, Venice and her friends heard a loud knock on their door while they were all asleep. “Who’s there?” Venice said as her friends were already awakened by the loud knock on the door. “It's me, Jason!” Jason said with urgency. Venice quickly rushed to open the door. She was on her light night robe so her body was slightly exposed. Jason was a little distracted before he came back to his senses after Venice gave him a suspicious look. “There is a fire outbreak!” Jason said. “It's serious” “We are required to vacate the premises now” “Lexy! Roseline!” Venice shouted. “There’s a fire outbreak!” Lexy and Roseline quickly wore a light dress and rushed downstairs into safety. There was a lot of smoke and the fire had originated from one of the rooms on the floor where Venice lodged. Venice and Jason rushed downstairs holding hands as the firefighters quickly ran to where the fire and smoke were originating from to put it out. Venice was a little scared and asked, “Hope you are alright?” “That was a lot of smoke,” she said, coughing as they were now outside the hotel. “Yeah, I am good” “I came to call you and your friends, remember?” “So, I called it first,” Jason responded. “Yeah, thank you,” Venice responded with a surrendered smile. There was a momentary silence and they looked at each other on the lips as if to kiss but they were interrupted when Jason’s phone rang. Their eyes disconnected from each other and Venice said, “I think that's your phone ringing”. “Give me a second, please,” Jason said. Venice watched Jason as he went many feet away from where they were having a romantic moment just to pick up his call. She started becoming curious about who Jason truly was and if he was someone she could invest her emotions in. “Hello, sweetheart,” Jason’s wife, Michelle said on the phone”