Richard

The alarm rang for the fourth time. I was being lenient on its first three rings but I wasn't sparing it on the fourth ring.

I threw it against the wall which hit someone. Someone who was wearing my shirt.

I closed my eyes tightly to reminisce the whole thing but I couldn't trace it back to how we were two in the room.

I opened my eyes gently and looked back at the figure but still couldn't label it with a thing.

What was a female figure doing in my room, with my shirt on?

I sat up in bed and looked at her like some kind of ghost but she smiled instead.

A very annoying smile.

"Hey, Richard. Easy!" she said, walking over to my closet. "You still have your closet disorganized as always," her remark almost made me throw up.

I was going to ask who the fuck the intruder was, but I decided against it.

I rubbed my eyes again and looked at her. Gradually, my vision of her was getting clearer.

It was Jessie, my ex-girlfriend.

She still hangs around me as though we could still get back together, but as soon as she gets paid for the pleasure, she ends up leaving me behind just like she used to.

I loved Jessie so much. So much that she used to have the lock to my heart but she had thrown it away in the ocean because she chose money over my heart, leaving me shattered.

She even cheated on me with my dad and they both acted just like nothing had happened like we could go about our lives living in ignorance but that doesn't change the fact that I saw them.

I still keep up with her though.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, walking over to the bathroom.

"Exactly the reason you want me over," she answered and I could hear the smile in her voice. She was loving this.

"I must have made the payment last night. Didn't I?" I asked, taking off my clothes to take a shower.

She didn't reply and I thought she had probably left.

As the water sprawled on my entire body, a flash of the lady caught my mind. The one who caught me in the restroom.

I watched as she looked at me and I was loving the attention. I was meant to get mad at her and the bouncer who let her in there but I couldn't place my anger.

The shock on her face was funny. What was she expecting in a strip club? Reading the angelus?

Why was she acting like a saint when obviously she was ready to get laid too?

The look on her face caught my attention. I stared at her generously and knew exactly what she looked like.

A little curvier than her face looks, huge but firm titties and a brunette. I didn't get to see the colour of her eyes though.

Her thought crowded my mind but I was withdrawn from it when I felt a warm substance curled around my waist under the shower. I turned around and saw a naked Jessie.

"It hits harder under the shower, you know," she stood on her toes to kiss me but I turned my head away, making her lips touch mine lightly. "Doesn't this give you some type of flashbacks?" she asked as she rubbed her hands on my chest.

I glared at her, unsure of what response to give her.

"I know you want it, Richard," she said with a smile.

"I know you want it. Stop fighting back," she said again but I didn't say a word to that.

She knelt down on the cold, wet floor and rubbed on my sleeping cock, stroking it up and down in a slow-motion and in no time, the organ got hard and was brought back to life.

I bit on my lower lip, trying hard not to moan. I didn't want to give her that satisfaction. The one she always craved for.

She looked up at me and realized that.

She took my full length into her mouth, deep throat, playing sheepishly with my balls.

I was about to let out a loud moan and fail myself because it felt so good, but I pushed her away.

"Get out, Jessie!" I yelled, rushing out of the shower and dragging her with me.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and threw one at her.

"Get the hell out of my house!" I repeated and this time she dabbed her body dry and rushed into her clothes. She was dressed in no time.

I was fuming with anger. I don't exactly know what or how it arose but I was so mad at her that I could bite my tongue out.

She looked dead at me like she could eat me up alive before storming out of the room angrily.

I didn't even care, I just wanted her out.

I wore pant trousers which still couldn't compress the boner. I walked to my room barefooted.

None of those ladies deserves to be fucked in my room and on my bed so I just do so in the guest room.

I brought out my phone to check through the internet. Just anything to occupy my mind but regretted it instantly.

The news about my marriage filled the whole internet. Every blog and post chants my name and the lady whom I am to marry.

A picture of me and a silhouette of a lady was on the front page with a headline;

'Richard Trenton, the son and the successor of the famous businessman, John Trenton is getting married to a woman of unknown background, Caroline Twain'

It's crazy how this is plainly an arranged marriage and I haven't seen the lady I am meant to marry. It's even crazier that I couldn't object to it when obviously I didn't want to get married to her or anyone.