RIPPLES OF EMOTIONS

THE NEXT DAY

Oliver walked into the hotel, his heart racing with anticipation and anxiety. He approached the receptionist, trying to sound calm.

"Hi, I'm looking for a room number. Can you help me?" Oliver asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The receptionist looked up at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Who are you looking for, sir?" she asked, her voice polite.

Oliver hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm just meeting someone. Can you please just give me the room number?" he asked, trying to sound firm.

The receptionist raised an eyebrow but handed him the room number. "Room 314. The elevator is just down the hall," she said, her voice neutral.

Oliver nodded, taking the room number from her. He walked upstairs, his mind racing with thoughts.

He was wishing that whatever Snow had said wasn't true, that Violet and Leo weren't actually cheating on him. He knew very well that Snow was saying the truth but he never wanted to accept it.

As he reached the third floor, Oliver's heart sank. He didn't want to believe that Violet could do something like this to him. He stopped in front of room 314, hesitating.

Oliver took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he might find inside.

He raised his hand, hesitating for a moment before opening the door slightly.

He found it strange that the door was opened and pierce through the door only to be stuck in time with what he saw.

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Moaning escaped from the door as she felt pleasure that she wanted to take her soul away. Leo slowly pinched on her pink n!pples before actually taking it in his mouth and licking like it was a lollipop.

"Arrghhhhhhh, Keep going I want more," was all she could whisper before he let go of her n!pple and started heading straight for her p*ssy as he savoured her body.

She wanted more and he gave her more, he got to her p*ssy and goddammit! she was freaking wet. He placed his lips slowly, licking all around her p*ssy and then finally, slowly he dipped his finger.

She moaned and then he added another finger and soon it was three in her. "So sweet...." She managed to reply as she shoved her fingers in his hair.

He kept his finger in her for a while and then he spoke out loud. "Get ready to welcome me in," She squint her head forward and said in a challenging voice.

"Do your best!!" With that he quickly took his d!ck and dipped it in her p*ssy with that a loud moan came out from her.

"You are so f*cking wet!!" He said to her but she didn't respond as she was in so much pleasure.

He kept on stroding deep into her for a while and then they stopped and interchanged positions. She was riding him now and they were but in so much fun that they had no idea they were being watched.

Oliver couldn't get over what he had seen and then he felt like his world had just gone crumbling down. He couldn't bear the sight anymore and then he just left.

~FLUFFY HOTEL- 3:00PM

Oliver stormed out of the hotel, his emotions reeling from what he had just discovered. Snow was waiting for him outside, a concerned look on her face.

She was dressed in a purple slenzy short skirt with a long sleeved top and had a black scarf on which matched with her high boots.

"So, what do you think?" Snow asked, trying to gauge Oliver's reaction.

But Oliver just ignored her, walking away without a word. Snow followed him, trying to get him to talk.

"Hey, Oliver, seriously? This is the thanks I get? I just showed you something that they would have literally hidden from you," Snow said, her voice frustrated.

Oliver stopped walking and turned to face Snow, his eyes blazing with anger. "And how did you think I would react? Did you think I would suddenly warm up to you, see you in a different light?" he spat, his voice venomous.

Snow's face fell, hurt by Oliver's words. "Are you seriously pinning the blame on me? Is it my fault that I decided to show you the truth?" she asked, her voice rising.

Oliver's expression turned bitter. "Yes, it's your fault. Did I ever tell you that I had no idea they were cheating? Did I tell you that I had no idea?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the streets.

Snow's eyes widened in shock. "What? Oliver, but you had no idea with whom I..." she started to say, but Oliver cut her off.

"You don't get it, Snow. You can never get it. And forever, you would never get it. I knew, okay? I knew from the onset that something was wrong. I just knew it. But do you know why I never said anything? Because it hurts, Snow. The more you know, the more it hurts," Oliver said, his voice cracking with emotion.

Snow's anger melted away, replaced by concern and compassion. She saw the pain in Oliver's eyes, the hurt and betrayal. And she knew that she had to comfort him being the one who revealed it to him.

Oliver's harsh words cut through Snow, making her anger boil over. But as she watched him storm away, she saw the pain etched on his face, and her anger gave way to concern.

Snow took off after Oliver, her feet pounding the pavement. She caught up to him and grabbed his arm, spinning him around.

"What's wrong with you, Oliver?" Snow demanded, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt.

But before Oliver could respond, Snow's expression changed. She saw the pain and vulnerability in Oliver's eyes, and something inside her snapped.

Snow pushed Oliver against the wall, her hands on his chest. And then, in a move that surprised even herself, Snow kissed Oliver.

But Oliver didn't kiss her back. Instead, he stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock and anger.

For a moment, they just stood there, Snow's lips pressed against Oliver's unresponsive ones.

Then, Oliver's hands came up, and he pushed Snow away, his face twisted in disgust.

"What the hell was that, Snow? What is wrong with you?" Oliver demanded, his voice low and menacing.

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Violet and Leo were in the midst of a passionate encounter, their bodies entwined as they lost themselves in the moment. But then, without warning, Violet suddenly paused, her head cocked to the side.

"What's wrong?" Leo asked, noticing the change in Violet's demeanor. He leaned in, his eyes locked on hers, his voice low and husky.

"I think someone's at the door," Violet whispered, her eyes darting towards the door.

Her voice was low and urgent, and Leo's heart skipped a beat as he realized the implications.

He followed her gaze, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of the slightly ajar door.

"Shit, it's not closed," he muttered, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Violet's eyes snapped back to Leo, her expression incredulous. "Shit, it's not closed? You knew it wasn't closed, didn't you?" she accused, her voice low and even.

Her eyes narrowed, and Leo could see the anger simmering just below the surface.

Leo smiled mischievously, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't notice. Sorry," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.

Violet raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I think I want to go now," she said, her voice dismissive.

Leo's face fell, his expression disappointed. "Are you serious? I thought we were having a good time," he said, his voice tinged with hurt.

Violet's expression turned cold, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, please. You think this is a good time? You're not even taking this seriously," she said, her words cutting deep into Leo's ego.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Leo asked, his voice defensive.

"It means you're just going through the motions, Leo. You're not even present," Violet said, her voice laced with frustration.

Leo's eyes flashed with anger, but he bit back his retort. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried to reason with Violet.

"Come on, Violet. Don't be like this. We were having a good time, weren't we?" he asked, his voice softening.

But Violet was unmoved. "No, Leo. We weren't having a good time. We were just...existing. And I'm not interested in that," she said, her voice firm.

The tension between them was unbearable and Leo knew he had to act fast to salvage the situation.

But before he could say anything, Violet stood up, her movements abrupt. She strode over to put on her clothes and then walked away, slamming the door behind her.

As the door closed, Leo let out a deep sigh. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated and defeated.

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★GIRLS SUITE★

Minnie was in her room, laying on her bed and reading a novel with her cute little glasses on, when a call came through on her phone.

Minnie's heart skipped a beat as she heard William's voice on the other end of the line.

She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as they made plans to meet up.

"Hey, I was thinking we could hang out today," William said, his voice casual but with a hint of excitement.

Minnie's smile grew wider as she agreed to meet him. "Yeah, I'd love to. What did you have in mind?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"I was thinking we could check out the aquarium," William suggested. "I've been wanting to go for a while now."

Minnie's eyes lit up at the idea. "That sounds like so much fun! I love the aquarium."

After finalizing the plans, Minnie hung up the phone and sprang into action.

She had thirty minutes to get ready, and she wanted to make a good impression.

She quickly scanned her closet, looking for the perfect outfit. She settled on a bright yellow sundress with white flowers, pairing it with a pair of neutral sandals.

The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and the color made her skin glow.

Next, Minnie turned her attention to her hair. She brushed it out, letting it cascade down her back in loose waves.

A few subtle swipes of mascara and a light gloss on her lips completed her look.

As she checked herself out in the mirror, Minnie couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

She looked cute and sexy, and she knew William would appreciate the effort she put into her appearance.

With a satisfied smile, Minnie grabbed her purse and headed out the door, ready to take on the day with William.

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Snow's eyes blazed with frustration as she confronted Oliver. "Oliver, you need to get your head out of this old, damn crap. You can't keep toiling with so many emotions, trying to let them go. Thinking about where things went wrong, over some @sshole is in there getting her @ss banged by some sh!thead. Please. You're killing yourself over this."

Oliver's expression turned defensive. "That was my choice to make, Snow. It was my choice to be that way."

Snow threw up her hands in exasperation. "That way sucks, Oliver! It sucks! Why don't you fücking get that? Okay, stop trying to change and try to be hurting yourself over someone who's not worth it. You deserve so much better than that."

Oliver's eyes flashed with anger. "You know nothing, Snow. You know nothing."

Snow's laughter was mocking. "Ho ho ho ho, yeah, yeah, come on, come on, say it again. Try to tell me that I know nothing about love just because I haven't been heartbroken once or twice. But I'm not a dumb dïckhead, Oliver. I know what love is, and I know what it's not. And what you're doing right now? That's not love. That's just self-destructive behavior."

The air was thick with tension as the two glared at each other. Oliver's voice was low and even when he spoke again.

"Snow, I'm not trying to persecute you for what you just did. I just want you to know that sometimes I need space, okay? This is the kind of space I want right now. Not this...not this arguing and fighting. Just space."

Snow's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. "And you know that space is actually not what I'm going to give you, Oliver. Except I see some cheerful men's faces, heads held high, and not the ones who are trying to hide their shït. You know, they just don't have that kind of argument."

Oliver's eyes searched Snow's face, looking for any sign of understanding. But Snow's expression remained resolute, her jaw set in determination.

"I'm not going to back down, Oliver," she said, her voice firm. "I'm not going to give you the space you want. Not until you face your demons and deal with your emotions. You can't keep running from this, Oliver. You have to confront it head-on."

Oliver's face twisted in frustration, but Snow just stood her ground, her eyes blazing with determination. The standoff continued, with neither side willing to give in.