Hoes Around My Man

In exchange for his help on getting her book back, Blake asked Cathryn to be his guest on his piano recital in the next two weeks.

Blake's parents couldn't find the time to attend this child prodigy's recital since they were performing overseas so she agreed right away.

Listening to a classical piece wouldn't be so bad, after all. What could go wrong?

Hallways spread out in both directions up on the fifth floor of Hard Rock Hotel. They went left, down to the end.

Blake pressed some code on the numbered door and swiped the key card entry and opened it. He slid his hand along the wall in the dark as he searched for the light switch. As soon as he found it, he turned on the lights.

They were two king sized-beds with matching bedding and pillows. There was a nightstand with an alarm clock and a bedside lamp, a TV, a console, a telephone and phonebook, and a service sheet. Thick curtains draped the windows.

There her book sat, waiting, in one of the king-size beds. Must be Alexander's. She immediately shove it in her bag before she could forget about it.

Everything in the sumptuous room had been done in white: the bed, walls, and carpets. This place went on and on. A sea of perfection.

"Wow," Cathryn said in amazement as she looked around. "Everything looked lovely and pristine."

Blake looked around the room with nil interest. "I didn't see anything different about it."

Startled at his confession, she flicked him a glance and sized him up in less than a second. "That's because you are already used to it, rich guy."

Cathryn wandered over to the windows and there was a luxurious pool sat below, well lit and surrounded by palm trees and perfect gardens.

"I'm sorry, babe, but you aren't allowed in my Hotel Room." Cathryn stopped in her tracks as she heard loud conversations from people from outside of the room.

The male voice was achingly familiar. She heard the smooth plastic card sliding into the slot. Someone had yanked it out to disengage the lock.

"Oh shit." That was probably Alexander.

Blake jumped behind the heavy curtains and peeked from there, motioning her to hurry up and move.

"Hide." He mouthed at her as he pointed behind the loveseat. It was a great suggestion coming from Blake because from this angle she could hear and see everything happening in the hallway.

Alexander was busy talking to a leggy, enhanced-breasted brunette beside him. The girl hung off him by the door, clinging to him like she had been surgically attached.

"Baby, please? Let's fuck. " The brunette insisted as she attempted to kiss him.

"I said what I said, baby," Alexander blocked her from their room entrance, respectfully pushing the leech off him. "I share a room with someone and I will not have sex with you."

By the smell of alcohol coming from the outside, the girl was probably drunk. The girl took a step forward as she pouted cutely, hand outstretched. "Don't you want me?"

Cathryn swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the rock in her throat. Jealousy felt every bit as bad as antipathy and she knew she had no damn right to be jealous.

But still, she can't let them get inside the hotel room while she and Blake were still in there, watching them possibly have sex. Kinky.

She needed to come to Alexander's rescue.

Only because the bastard couldn't shut the bitch down brutally.

She got out from behind the seat she had been hiding for a minute and glided behind Alexander by the door.

Cathryn wrapped her arms around Alexander's abs as she showed the brunette her best RBF (Resting Bitch Face) while giving him a back hug. Alexander's posture stiffened and his entire muscles were rigid.

"Excuse me." Cathryn arched one perfect eyebrow as she pressed her breasts to his broad back. "Introducing a 'friend' to me, Alexander?"

"Red! I mean, babe." Alexander's mouth fell open when he realized she was there. He was shocked and excited to see her in his private room, based on the way his brown eyes sparkling under the fluorescent lights. "What are you—"

"Alexander!" The brunette tittered and rubbed her bountiful boobs against Alexander's arm as if she was marking him.

Sadly for her, Alexander didn't seem to notice because Cathryn had his attention.

She didn't let Alexander continue his statement. Cathryn glowered at the brunette, pressing her lips together in a tight smile. "Why would you fuck a guy with a girlfriend, hoe?"

"You already have a girlfriend?" Distress lined her lovely face as the woman shot her a look of distaste.

Cathryn stood taller, looked at the brunette in the eye, and tilted her head in amusement. "You forgot you have a girlfriend, Alexander?"

The elegant brunette gave her a foul look as she primped her hair, red mouth puckered. "I didn't know he had a girlfriend."

"Trust me, I didn't—" Cathryn cut Alexander off by pinching his stomach. "Ow."

"I want to hear that you are his girlfriend exactly from his mouth." The girl sucked in a breath as she crossed her arms in annoyance.

"Need I say more?" Cathryn huffed as she showed her Blake's Hotel Room key card entry. Alexander looked over his shoulder as he narrowed his eyes, probably wondering how she got Blake's keys.

"It's true. This girl is my girlfriend. You can let me go now." Sighing as if he had finished weighing the evidence mentally, Alexander lied just to get away from her and disentangled himself from the brunette. Her plump lips pursed in displeasure.

With a hand to the small of Cathryn's back, he ushered her inside his private room. The girl called out his name but he never slowed and shut the door gently, locking it with a click.

Suddenly his arms wrapped around Cathryn, pulling her in against him. He caught her off guard and she stumbled, her nose bumping into his chest.

It hurt. But he smelled good. A hand moved restlessly over her back.

The overwhelming temptation to stay like that with her face pressed into his shirt was what made her step back and pull herself together.

Alexander made a growly noise as his hands sat lightly on her hips. "How did you get inside my room, Cathryn?"

Oop. She almost forgot that Blake was still creeping behind the room's curtains.