A Bratty Heiress

“What the fuckk??!” I screamed, loosing control of myself as I sprang from the bed with the sheets over my body. “What the f**k what?” The man who was laying beside me retorted back angrily. He was left naked on the bed with the thick duvet. He quickly spread it over his body. I stood stunned with my hands over my mouth. I continued to scout the room with my roaming eyes. I watched him as his mouth twitched. He placed his hands on his head, trying to block the light from entering his eyes. Slowly, he sat up against the frame of the bed with a pillow supporting him. “Why did you do that?” He said with a hoarse voice. He had lost that enticing smile from last night. He looked cold with his chin clenched. His sharp jawline visible. “I'm I'm… I'm sorry.” I managed to mutter. Repeating the same words. He eyed me. “You're sounding like a moron. Is this your first time?” He asked with his eyes leveled down, he hissed. Not waiting to hear my response he delved back into the bed covering himself totally with the duvet. “...” I tried to speak but I felt a lump all up in my throat, I swallowed hard. “The rose petals??” he spoke from underneath the cover, his voice was like it was being filtered. I had thought he'd fall asleep.immediately he covered. I nodded. “The rose petals??” He asked again infuriated. “Yes” “My fiance whom I was supposed to wed at the registry ditched me for another man.” he explained, though he's voice wasn't really audible. I strained my ears. “Last night was supposed to be our wedding night,” he said. “Sorry about that,” I said, what else would I have said? “Pack your s**t and get out of here” I heard him say. “Sorry??” “I said, pack your s**t and get the hell out of here,” he had to say again. What puts me off is the fact that he said what he said in a cool manner. Without raising his voice, probably, I think he sounds like he doesn't want to loose it before a stranger. Right, a stranger? “Wow!” My head reconnected. This explains everything. We were all heated up last night. He couldn't wait to get to the top floor. He had began this unholy act of putting his two fingers in and out of my v****a under my strapless mini gown whilst we were sitted at his table with his friends. He'd smile, kissing me all over. After we left the bar, he ordered another guy to get the car ready. And off I went with a total stranger to an hotel room As tipsy as we were, we managed all the way to this hotel. He kept on talking to me, even in my blurry vision. I replied with sluppy words. How my head pounds. I held on to it with my trembling hands. The result from the excess. Here I was standing like a moron in a cosy hotel room. Decorated with rose petals, balloons and stuff I cannot even describe. The cold breeze from the air conditioner had turned hot all of a sudden. I wonder why I was still standing looking at the mould his body formed under the duvet. Was I waiting for him to call the cops on me first? Any woman in my state would be shocked. Why not? The s*x last night… I was so caught up in the heat, in his embrace, in his hypnotizing tongue flickering sessions in my mouth that I didn't pick on all of this. ***** “I love you Rhoda,” he said while we were entwined. His legs hurdled right in mine, all collided up. We had just gone the fifth round. ****** My eyes widened. No wonder he kept on calling me another woman's name. I looked at the mold. My hand twitched, as if to reach out to him, but I snatched it back, remembering the coldness in his voice. Really, Nora, poor thing, a man who just told you to get out?? The realization hit me. I sprang into action. I reached out for my dress which was on the floor. In a swift movement, I swung it unto my body. My feet seemed to move of their own accord, carrying me toward the bedside table with a sense of urgency I couldn't explain. Surfing around the room, my hands played through the cabinets, my gut led me, I could not pinpoint what exactly I was scouting for. Eventually, my hands stopped its frantic movements about the bedside table. My eyes had a glimpse of something shiny. A Rolex watch, my girl Hilda would say, 'a roley'. I picked it up, tumbling it back and forth, examining it like an old time jeweler weighing the value of a jewelry piece. My head lit a bulb after a series of mental calculations. I shove it into my purse. Some wads of cash were stacked inside the drawer where I'd taken the Rolex watch from, they didn't look like American dollars. I slipped three clean stashes into my bag. Just as I was about to close the damned drawer, another shiny thing caught my attention, I dug my hand in as it was a bit hidden by the remaining wads of cash. I played through, my hands got hold of the cold stone, I drew it out, it was a heavy weighing moissanite diamond Cuban. I exerted a lot of pressure around my mouth area preventing myself from exclaiming. I placed my hands over my mouth. "Jeez" this escaped my mouth as my bag slipped from my hands and fell to the floor making a loud noise. The contents scattered about. Hurriedly, I bent down, scouted about and picked my stuff. I was too late, the Italian beauty rose up. “What was that?” He asked, whining his eyes with his hands, probably trying to adjust to the brightness of the light refracting through the windows. I froze and looked back at the man who'd been snoring away, now fully awoken. And then back to the stuff I had in my hands. “My bag, uh, I mean, I was just looking for my phone.” I managed to say.” He yawned and then slumped back to bed. With a mindful tiptoe, I made it to the door, by twisting the door knob it creaked open and I sneaked out, closing the door gently behind me. Just as I was about to take the next step… “Hey! You! Young lady! Hold it!” I was startled by the raised voice of a middle aged woman.