The low sound of music coming from outside takes me back in reality. I don't remember turning on the radio on the dresser near where the two of us were lying, so I was sure that the sound was coming from the other room.
I didn't know if I would laugh or cry because I was sure that my guilt would increment again the moment I burst out chuckling while listening to the little accompaniment of that music, a church song.
From where we were lying, I could hear the voices of the two people talking behind those thin wall. I wouldn't be surprised if those songs came from their room.
The worship songs that resonate all the way here in our suite makes me feel uncomfortable, especially whenever I remember what I did at these times.
Travis slept comfortably next to me while I was wide awake. Both tired and apparently warmed from what had happened earlier. It was as if I was fighting for life and there seemed to be no fight. Indeed, even the weakness in my body I felt once more.
My eyebrows immediately arched from the words and inferences forming in my mind.
“Denise,” I sighed calling my friend’s name in mind as I looked at something lying on the bedside table on the edge of the sleepy and peacefully snoring Travis. "I f*cking hate you for doing this, Denise," I added.
We were between two bright and warm lampshade steam so the sweat I felt on my body was strange. Is it sweaty? I feel like I lost my dignity when I didn’t expect it— ah, right.
I liked this thing. He just retaliated against me for my mania so I assured myself that Travis had nothing to do with any guilt I had imposed on myself. Why did I consent? What did I eat and why did I think of this thing?
It’s just funny to think that it’s like I’ve just been so mad at him recently. I also don't quite understand why I even went here. What is it about Travis that I kept looking for myself?
I literally hate him. Yes, the two of us got along recently but our relationship isn't that good yet.
After all, Denise was the one who gave me the idea to do this thing. I, on the other hand, was easily rounded up and quickly agreed to whatever Denise was planning.
I slowly left lying down but I did everything I could to make my movements gentle. Remember, Empress. You can't leave this place once the man next to you wakes up!
Spacious peignoir wrapped around my body when I stepped on the cold floor.
I watched him lie down and sleep peacefully on the soft bed. He seems to feel light and seems successful in his missions in life. He was really successful because he got me! He got me effortlessly! I was the one who voluntarily went along! I spontaneously followed him.
“You fool, Empress Faye. You fool! "I hissed as I continued to whack myself.
I didn't waste my time staring at his blessed body and instead of wasting time I quickly picked up my clothes and gently dressed without even making a noise.
I’m not chasing time but I’m scared in case I wake him up with my actions seemingly in a hurry. I was scared that I would wake him up and he would able to catch me.
Who wouldn't be afraid if you ran away?
I will run away after what happened to the two of us because it was my choice. Everytime I take a look on his naked body I feel like it diminishes my dignity. I don't know but I feel disgusted, not only for me but also for him.
I dressed quickly because I was sure that when he caught me running away from his hands I was sure that he will never let me go.
I know because he’ll forced me to wed him. He will forced me into marriage.
After getting dressed, I sharply turned my gaze in the bottle of rootbeer and marched out without carrying it.
Just funny, I entered the hotel while holding a bottle. Then I come out empty-handed and look even more unsatisfied with what happened!
There are things you really can't read and you'll be surprised that you've done it without realizing it. It's like what happened to the two of us. Only rootbeer can solve the problem. Even dignity can be taken away from you when you lose your sanity. I knew I was wrong. I was at fault. Who wouldn’t be annoyed that someone like me was able to knock out with a single shot of rootbeer?
Who else is a fool to get drunk on a bottle of rootbeer, besides me?
I'll admit I tried to seduce him. Travis also seemed to like what I did so he didn't have a chance to calm down from what I did earlier.
Writing and signing in front of the reception desk reminded me of the ensuing events earlier. I am also embarrassed every time I feel the gazes of the people I meet in the lobby or even in the elevator.
I couldn't do anything but to fix the aviator I was wearing and even the cloak I had picked up earlier on the table which I quickly wrapped around my neck. At least through this, I will be able to cover up whatever sin I have committed for tonight.
I’m also a little ashamed of myself every time I remember what happened between the two of us. It seems like a mixture of embarrassment, humor, and stupidity I feel for these moments.
"What are you doing here?" Denise asked as soon as I got inside her suite.
I didn't answer her and instead of paying attention on her questions I quickly went straight inside. Behind the aviator, I watched her adjust the towel covering her body. I think she just finished taking a bath. She looks happy seeing me.
“You look horrible. What happened to your errand?”
I did my best to avoid her but no matter how much I avoided her question, she just kept on following me like a shadow. She kept on asking me stupid question that triggers me.
“Hey Empress, I'm asking you. You're not a celebrity. Don't feel like one,” she complained as she watched me from head to toe. “You don't even look like IU,” she added that she compared me to that actress.
Once I had the courage to admit to her I quickly removed the aviator I was wearing.
I shake my head before replying, "Something happened to us." She didn't seem surprised by what I said so I'm sure she may have something to do with what happened to me.
"Is it heavenly?" she grinned leaving me in awe.
Is she serious?
"Fuck you, Denise!" I exclaimed that make her laughed.
“I’m serious, Empress. What's the taste?" Curiosity can be seen in her voice as she continues to frown as if she was serious about the conversation even though it doesn't look like it.
I don’t know but my face seemed to heat up when I heard what she asked. Can I talk about what happened between the two of us and Travis?
I think it's okay, right? After all, we are friends and we are used to exchanging secrets with each other. I know her that she can understand whatever I will say, right?
“Bitter. It tastes bad,” I replied while remembering the phenomenon that happened earlier.
Her face quickly wrinkled at what I've said so I'm sure she hated the images coming out of her imaginations right now.
"Did you look at the expiration?" she suddenly asked frowning at me. "Daddy gave you a gift Empress. I didn't even ask you if you like the taste of our rootbeer,” she smiled as if— nothing.
"What are you saying?" I asked with confusion plastered in my face. She raised her right eyebrow before turning her gaze against mine.
“I'm referring to rootbeer, Empress. You're the one who was given a present— you're still insulting us,” she laughed that makes me pale.
I felt my blood slowly subsided on my face when I heard what she said.
“Why? You think differently, don't you?” she asked as I averted my eyes because of embarrassment. “It also looks good what's running in your mind. Why don't we just talk about that now?” she tease.
"Stop it," I hissed before staring blankly and decided to sit on her sofa.
"Don't be KJ, Empress! Let's also talk about the kiss marks on your cleavage," she added before turning her back on me.
I quickly touched the upper part of my body and immediately searched a mirror on her suite. Eventually she was the one that spontaneously lifted the mirror in front of me and that's when I saw the reddish marks she talked about.
"How does it feel to be watered in the wee hours of the night?" she ask while teasing me. “How about pollination? Is it a success?”
Instead of answering her with her intriguing questions, I continued to examine my poor chest. As she says, the scratches on my skin are very visible.
I don’t know if I’ll laugh at myself or feel sorry because I quickly fell into Travis’ arms. It's like I've been chasing him lately, it's like I don't want to be with him in the same place lately.
Why do I feel this way now?
Should I even be embarrassed? What else do I have to hide from him even though we are about to get married? I don’t know but I feel exhaustion in my actions right now. It was as if in an instant, I just wanted to escape in my reality.
"What's your plan?" Denise asked before blowing up my hair to distract me from the stupor.
"I'm going to fly back to Spain," I said that makes her laughed out of my answer.
