Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde: Hot and Cold

Chapter 11

Both of them took six to seven shots and discussed their issues. Jessie had already become a little tipsy. The music became a little more upbeat. "Let's go dancing. This music is fantastic." As she leapt from the stool, Jessie said. She grabbed Din's hand and led him to the dance floor.

Jessie felt like she was floating on cloud nine as their bodies bounced back and forth. She was in the greatest shape she'd been in years. As she approached the table, she asked, "Do you want me to show you something?" Din was perplexed.

"Oh no," Taylor exclaimed as she stood there watching her pal scale the table. Her pal didn't have any slacks on. Din was approached by Taylor. "You just let her go? In that condition?"

"She desired it. What could possibly go wrong?" he wondered.

Taylor made a point. "That."

Jessie took off her heels and tossed them in the crowd. She let go of her tied hair and began shaking her butt on the table.

"Does she always act like this when she's inebriated?" Din was the one who inquired.

"No, she was eighteen the last time she was like this."

"We need to intervene before she exposes herself." Din tried to approach her, but Taylor intervened.

"This is the first time she's felt this way in a long time. Allow her to be joyful, and as she is about to undress, you save her. Is that all right?" Din nodded as Taylor said. They were both watching Jessie dance at the table. "By the way, she's not wearing pantyhose."

"What?" Din was having a relationship with someone else. How might someone's behavior go from excellent to inappropriate in a matter of seconds? He had no idea what was going on.

With a drink in his hand, Will approached them. "Your champagne is the nicest I've had here today," he remarked as he sipped on his straw. He said as he focused on Jessie, "Are you sure we shouldn't save her?"

Taylor replied, "Not yet." She took out her phone and began taking pictures.

Taylor was beckoned to the table by Jessie, who gestured her over. With a shake of her head, Taylor expressed her dissatisfaction with the situation. Jessie kept on dancing. She started screaming. She appeared to be enjoying the time of her life at that table, displaying the conduct she had kept buried for so long.

On the floor, there was a loud thud. Taylor dashed over to her. Everything fell silent. "Are you all right?" As she assisted Jessie to her feet, Taylor inquired.

"This is the most amazing night I've ever had!" The music continued after Jessie yelled, and the rest of the people in the club began to yell as well.

The entire time, Din was shaking his head. To get the image of this woman out of his head, he needed a drink.

Jessie raised her glass of wine in toast to the assembled crowds. She screamed as she dashed out of the club, "I want to go to the pool!" Taylor trailed behind her. Din, who dislikes her, pursued her as well. He was concerned that she would harm herself in some way.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Din asked as she was about to leap into the pool, he drew her closer to him. Jessie encircled his neck with her arms. "I'm not used to women wrapping their arms around me in that way," Din said.

She began to laugh, "I'm not normally this much fun."

"Please have a seat." Din carefully pushed Jessie's arms away from his body.

"The nicest thing is that we communicate with one other. I'm very sure you're the last person on the earth with whom I'll ever sleep with." Despite the loud music, Jessie yelled.

"Ever!" Din concurred. He, too, does not want to sleep with her.

"This is going to be a blast!" Jessie screamed once more. "Taylor, pour us some more champagne."

"No, Jess, you're inebriated."

"I am not inebriated. I'm just losing my footing." She cast a peek towards Din. "Come drink with me," she said.

Din took Taylor's Champagne and poured it for him as well as Jessie. "Can you tell me what you're doing?" Taylor enquired. "Don't you realize she's already drunk?"

"Relax and take it easy. If something occurs, she will be my responsibility." He winked at Will, who was well aware of what his pal was about to do. Din had studied Jessie and knew she would refuse to marry him if he had asked her or if he had told her it was only to satisfy his grandfather. She didn't appear to be aware of his grandfather's pre-arranged marriage.

He believed that the only way to achieve his objectives was to get her and himself intoxicated so that the rest of the plans would go smoothly, and that is exactly what he intended to do. Marry her after they've both had a few drinks. It was the most idiotic scheme he'd ever devised.

"Now that I can see your entire face, you appear to be more attractive." Jessie was flirtatious. Din took her hand in his and led her back to the bar. He planned to have a good time with the lady. It would just be for tonight, and by the morning, everything would be back to normal. At least, he hoped.

If any of their glasses were empty, they took turns pouring each other drinks. Din was observing her from a different perspective. He hadn't noticed the other side before, but pushed it aside. As she sipped, he cast another glance at her. True, he had lied to Beth about Jessie's attractiveness. Beth was a vengeful individual. Din lied because he was scared his girlfriend would become upset, and he didn't want to be that type of man. He wasn't that type of man.

Jessie's aroma had enticed him to inhale her even more. He leaned in closer to her the more he stared at her, and he was inclined to touch her.

Jessie, on the other hand, had caught his gaze and had been taken in by the color it reflected. They were both aware of the situation. It couldn't be avoided. Din kept reminding himself how much he despised the lady in front of him, but he couldn't keep his body from moving on its own. As he brushed the strands of hair away from her face, his fingers grabbed for it. He reached for her long hair and leaned in close to catch a whiff of it. He could tell she had washed her hair with a banana-flavored shampoo.

"What are you doing to me?" Din asked as he put his index finger to her red soft lips. He wasn't the type of man to be unfaithful to his girlfriend or the type of man who might be enticed by a plain woman. He could see right through her since she was riddled with defects.

Jessie was deafeningly silent when he asked her a question. She stood there watching as his lips brushed hers; it was something she couldn't turn down for some reason. When she parted her lips and let him slide inside her mouth, his tongue was warm. She kissed him back and put her tongue in his mouth as well. Both of them had enjoyed that intense moment, and Din had managed to keep his contempt for her at bay at the time.

He demanded more once she let go of his lips. He got to his feet and drew her into his arms. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas; he couldn't believe he was agreeing with his friend's earlier statement. Will had a negative influence on him.

They continue to kiss at the party, smooching in different parts of the room. Both Jessie and Din had been carried away and were inebriated. They had no idea what transpired after that, but Din was able to find his room. With Jessie still in his arms, he used his card to access the door and flipped it open.

They didn't let go of each other's lips. It was still tethered to one another.

As she slumped into the bed, Jessie drew Din to her. Her foggy mind could only think of the man in front of her. In between kisses, she muttered, "Marco."

Din had no idea who Marco was, so it didn't concern him if she called him by another name. He only desired to be inside the woman laying in front of him.

Din's hand moved inside the gap between Jessie's legs. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, as Taylor had previously stated. Her dampness was palpable to him. Jessie whimpered softly as he manipulated her c******l 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.