Maximo hadn’t spoken to me since we arrived at the hotel. I broke the silence. “Are you hungry?” is all I could think of. He shook his head. “Okay, well I’m ordering takeout.” He was on his phone. I looked up a Chinese restaurant that delivered. I ordered enough food for everyone. “Are you going to talk to me?” I shot at Maximo, who still ignored me.
I decided to take a bath. This suite had a beautiful, large tub with a waterfall faucet in the ceiling. I unlaced my dress and let it fall to the floor. Maximo was still just looking at his phone. I stepped out of the dress and unbuckled my stockings from my guarder, he still wasn’t looking. I walked in front of him and continued to pull down my stockings. He peaked up at me over his phone before putting it down. “Glad to see I can get your attention.” He chocked his head at me chuckled.
“I do not find it particularly fair for you to use your body against me, Fallon. It enrages me.” He was on his feet now, in front of me. He grabbed my waist and moved me in front of the bed.” He unhooked my guarder and threw it to the side before pulling my stockings back up my thighs. “I like these on.” He was breathing deeply.
Before I knew it, he had pushed me back on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it over my face, before I could take it off, he was on top of me, holding his shirt over my eyes. “You embarrassed me today, Fallon.” Embarrassed him? I barely spoke at Mr. Heldojo’s. I opened my mouth to speak but he put his middle and index fingers into my mouth and shoved them as far back as they would go. I gagged and fought to get his fingers out of my mouth. My mouth was watering and I thought I might actually vomit. He withdrew his fingers and sat me up. I took a deep breath in, and tears welled in my eyes.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” I screamed at Maximo. He gave me a wicked smile. I picked up and dress and walked out of the room. I was only wearing my stockings and stilettos, but I didn’t care. Tears were rolling down my face. I regrettably ran into Julio, Monte, Miles, and James in the sitting room. When I had ran into the room, they all looked up at me. I covered my breasts with my dress and gasped. I tried to apologize but couldn’t speak because I was crying so hard. James jumped up and ran over to me, pulling my dress in front of me and ushering me into his room. He sat me down on the bed and pulled me into a hug.
He didn’t speak, just let me cry into his chest. He wiped the tears from my face. When I finally calmed down, I pulled away from him and turned away so he couldn’t see my face. He touched my shoulder and spoke quietly. “Fallon, look at me. Please.” I shook my head. He walked around and kneeled in front of me. “Please at least talk to me.” He looked sad. He took my hands in his. “What happened.” I took a deep breath and told him. He was enraged. “That motherfucker!” He jumped up.
“Please, please don’t leave me.” The tears had started again. I saw him calm down and walk over to me. He helped me up and walked me into the bathroom, taking off my heels and stockings and started a bath for me. He helped me into the tub and sat outside of it, still holding my hand. I gave him a soft smile. “Don’t feel obligated to help me. I know you can hardly stand to be around me anymore.” I lowered my eyes. “I don’t want it like this, James. I miss you more than you will ever know. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth and kissed it. “Fallon, I miss you. I can hardly look at you because it makes me sad. I don’t want it to be this way either, but every time I look at you, I think about us. About your lips. Your body. All the good times. The bad. Everything. I can’t stand to feel this way, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I pretend I can’t stand to look at you so you will forget me.” He was sympathetic, honest, raw. I looked deep in his eyes.
“I don’t want to forget you, James. I miss all of it. You.” He reached his hand up and grabbed my face, running his finger along my cheek, lips, and jaw. I embraced his touch. I missed it. I grabbed his hand with mine and pulled it to my chest. He grasped my breasts like he missed them. He withdrew his hands quickly.
“Sorry, I can’t.” He quickly left the room, leaving me alone. I got out of the tub and released the plug, letting the water run down the drain. I wrapped myself in the robe hanging in the room and walked out of the bathroom. James was not in the room. I crawled into the bed under the fluffy comforter. The warmth welcomed me. I must have fallen asleep.