Hope you've all enjoyed the story so far!
This one focuses a little more on building the story. I've attempted to add a lot of tension to add to the overall excitement of the scene though.
More installments to come very soon ;)
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She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower; wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel and dried herself off. At least she felt cleaner now.
She walked over to the black framed gothic style full length mirror in the bedroom and stared into it, imagining the illicit actions it must have witnessed in the last few hours, wondering if it would feel violated at being made to watch another man all over her, flinging her across the room like a rag doll.
"Good job mirrors can't talk," she muttered to herself.
She pulled away her towel and looked at the pale naked body before her. She noticed a round purple mark just left of her belly button that was tender to the touch. She remembered Tom biting her there before making his way down her body and...she shuddered, internally scolding herself for feeling even remotely aroused whilst reflecting on the whirlwind of emotions that was this evening. Throwing the towel into the laundry hamper, she made her way over to the dresser, seeing the various ornaments and pieces of jewellery that he'd removed from the top to put her down there instead. Another place Tom had left his mark in her bedroom. She picked them up from the floor, being careful to put everything back where it had been before, not that Freddie would notice.
Opening one of Freddie's drawers she took out one of his shirts and threw it on. It smelled like a mixture of aftershave and detergent, comfortable like home. Like him. She switched off the light and got into bed, the creeping darkness enveloping her.
A loud beeping stirred her, "How long have I been asleep?" She asked herself, squinting at the harsh glow of her phone screen, "and who the hell is texting me?!" She lazily grabbed her phone from her bedside table, her eyes adjusting to the light. Her heart stopped.
"Missing me yet? ;) T x," it read. It was from an unknown number, but it was obvious who it was.
Suddenly an arm draped across her stomach, making her jump out of her skin. She turned on her lamp to see Freddie fast asleep beside her in a drunken stupor, blissful in ignorance that not 3 hours before another man had taken her in that very bed. Guilt churned inside her, there was so much going on in her head God only knew how it hadn't imploded. She spent the rest of the night laying silently in the darkness, wide awake going over and over the previous night's events.
6am, Monday morning; Eva was awoken by the loud infuriating alarm alert on her phone. She groaned as she turned over to turn it off, her eyes refusing to open. She had to get ready for work.
After a quick shower she blow dried her hair and expertly applied her makeup, just a subtle hint of mascara and blush along with a pale coral lipstick. She put on her uniform; a smart black pencil skirt that came just above the knee, with sheer black stockings and patent black kitten heels, accompanied by a crisp white blouse with a large black bow around the neck.
She was a hostess at The Lord Bellington; a five star hotel in the city. Most of her days were spent greeting the city's elite and guiding them around the hotel and grounds. She'd met (and had many an ass grab from) premier league footballers, A list Hollywood actors and musicians, as well as entrepreneurs and businessmen and women who had money by the truckload who expected nothing short of the finer things in life, and to be served by beautiful people. "Ugly" people had no place in their superficial, shallow, overtly extravagant lifestyle.
Taking one last look in the mirror she studied herself to ensure she looked suitable to be among these people, "The soulless," she liked to call them. She quickly brushed her hair and smoothed it with her hands. She looked perfect.
"That'll have to do," she said to herself before rushing downstairs and out of the door.
After a somewhat uneventful morning at the hotel, drumming her fingers on her desk in the main entrance hall, she began to get restless, trying to busy herself with anything to take her mind off the events of the past weekend still going round in her head. The hall seemed larger than usual, the crimson walls were elegantly lit with delicately shaped sconces, and a large chandelier that she often found herself staring up at hanging on the ceiling. She was then brought back to life by the owner of the hotel himself, clearing his throat in an exaggerated fashion in order to get her attention.
"Oh, good morning Mr Darlington," she chirped, looking up at him inquisitively, "can I help you?"
"Yes, Miss Winter, Kirsty's finished her round for the morning, the rugby team are all settled in and she's off for lunch now. I'd like you to show our new guest around."
Benjamin Darlington was roughly in his early forties, and exceedingly wealthy. He was also incredibly handsome; his eyes were a sparkling dark green, his hair, in no way receding even for a man in his forties, thick and dark. Come to think of it, he looked a lot like...
"Tom," she gasped, suddenly seeing him step out from behind Benjamin to stand in front of her, smiling at her with that incredible smile, looking like a completely different man dressed to the nines in a designer suit.
"Oh? Yes, Tom my son. I take it you've met before?" Benjamin asked, looking slightly confused, his eyes darting between the two of them.
"Yes, we've met before, hello Eva," Tom said, an underlying hint of arrogance in his voice, "Lovely to see you again," he smirked, bending down to gently kiss her hand, flashing her a quick wink before he stood back up. She was speechless.
"My son, ever the charmer," Benjamin chuckled, "keep your tongue in your mouth Tommy boy, I don't want you using the old Darlington charm on all my pretty employees."
Tom looked at her and raised his eyebrows, amused that his father had no idea just how much of an effect his charm had had over her already, not to mention where his tongue had been.
