Job 2

"What did you do to me?" Mason inquired, his green eyes wide with surprise.

Elsa smirked. Her face was messy, and there were drooling marks on her face, which disgusted Mason.

She placed her hand on his chest and traced her fingers down his white chest.

"We had a great time." She muttered. The smell of her breath nearly took his life. Mason held his nose, took the duvet off his body, and jumped out of bed.

He sighed when he saw that he was naked.

He turned to face Elsa on the bed.

"I don't know how you got me drunk last night, but I don't think this will happen again." Mason said and dragged the blanket off her body, reviewing her perfect cleavage.

"Butt out!!" He commanded.

She cupped her huge boobs with her beautiful hands.

"How can you do this to me? I am a lady." She complained.

"A lady?" He smirked and walked closer to her, giving her a hard glare.

"You literally raped me last night." He roared.

Elsa was frightened, but she smirked that she had gotten something under her sleeves.

"I don't want you to get aggressive. I will leave." She stated and got down from the bed.

Mason covered his body with the blanket and looked up at the ceiling, trying not to look at her.

"Call me when you are lonely." She said, touching his shoulder as she sashayed out of the room naked.

Mason sighed and sat on the bed. He wasn't bothered because she did naked jobs as a model.

He ran his hand through his hair and remembered seeing Amber in the hotel last night, but he wasn't sure.

"Does that mean Amber is here?" He muttered, asking no one in particular and rising from the bed.

He was lying in the bathtub with his eyes closed, staring at the ceiling after hours of taking a cold shower to clear his mind.

"He knew he would be causing trouble if he went to Amber's house." He clenched his fists.

A bellhop pushed a food carriage into his room, looking around the elegant room for Mason, but it was empty.

"Mr. Kings, I brought breakfast!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"What about wine?" Mason asked from the bathroom.

"Yes, one of your favorites." The bellhop beamed, grasping the wine.

"Bring it over." Mason declared in a rumbling tone.

Amber sighed as she arrived in front of Melvin's company. There was a huge perfume fountain at the entrance.

She hiked inside with the other employees to look for Mr. Melvin. while singing in her mind.

"I am going to be a perfumer." She thought, when a very tall white woman approached her, the woman stared at her from head to toe and smiled.

"Are you a paid model?" She inquired.

"No, I am an upcoming perfumer." Amber smiled her beautiful bright smile.

"Oh, I thought you were the model, advertising our latest product. My apologies." She apologized and bowed slightly.

"No, I am not. I am here to see Mr. Melvin. " Amber beamed.