Chapter 9: 8. Jenna
Finding a willing partner was almost too easy for Harrison. As some would argue, he had the looks, the brains and the money. He had everything most women were after, and it was therefore nothing short of a piece of cake.
He found Jenna at a function he had felt obliged to attend.
Being a gentleman through and through, he had taken his date to a restaurant the following evening, had attempted to do small talk, wine and dine the woman, before finally bedding her.
Jenna didn't need much convincing. Albeit a famous designer, she wasn't above admitting her weakness and expressing her burning desire for him.
There was lust and greed in her eyes but Harrison was way past the point of caring. He had been abstinent for far too long. The woman was a little bit of an expert, and that made him wonder how many had bedded her.
Although he was no prude, he preferred Mandy's clumsy touches and innocent pleasure-filled gasps.
Get that wretched woman out of your head, Harrison. She is but a cheating woman, he told himself before driving his length inside Jenna's welcoming heat.
No matter what he told himself, when he hit his climax, it wasn't his partner's name he grunted.
"Who's Mandy?" The designer asked as soon as she came off her high.
He had almost thought she hadn't heard him.
Delusional!
"My ex-wife," he deadpanned with a shrug, not even a hint of shame to his tone or on his face.
"Thinking of your ex-wife while screwing me?" She hissed, her eyes glaring daggers at him.
He made no attempt to deny or confirm. He just left the bed and announced, "I'm going to shower first, if you don't mind."
"Why don't you say you find me repulsive while you're at it?" She spat out angrily
He turned to regard her levelly and then said matter-of-factly, "I'd appreciate your not putting words in my mouth, Jenna."
"How do you explain this then?" She countered, as she waved in between them.
"You and I both got what we came to this hotel for," he tilted his head to the side in a manner that was meant to look perplex.
He wanted to know what the woman truly thought.
"Screw you, Harrison."
"Well, we did screw, as you put it," he let out in a mocking tone. "I don't believe we came here for chitchat."
"Ugh, you're impossible," she grimaced.
He smirked at that. He didn't know why he enjoyed being infuriating to this woman who had done nothing wrong per se.
"I'll be taking that shower now, if you don't mind," was all he told her in response as he strode away from the bed where the wild debauchery had taken place.
"Whatever," she huffed.
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Once under the soothing hot water of the shower, Harrison couldn't help but ask himself what he was doing.
He had been granted a chance to let out steam in the best way possible, and he had managed to screw himself over for no valid reason at all.
Why must he think of Mandy, of all people, while bedding a woman who didn't resemble her in the least?
He had made sure to flirt with a woman whose looks were nothing like Mandy's, almost as if he had been afraid this would happen, almost as if he had known he would mistake the woman for his ex-wife.
What was so wrong with him?
He was no masochist. The woman had cheated on him and had even admitted as much. He needed to forget about her already. No matter how pliant her body was, how yielding she was to his touches, how responsive she was to his caresses…
He hardened at the sensual memories.
He contemplated letting his erection go away or stroking himself into completion, and ended up choosing the latter.
He imagined it was Mandy gripping his length and caressing him… He pictured many things that he shouldn't have.
He was so lost at that moment that he barely felt someone get in the shower with him.
For one fleeting moment, he thought it was her, his sweet wife, coming to soothe his ache away. Upon opening his eyes, however, he realized it was Jenna.
He had to close them back, even as the woman dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
Before long, he was hitting the back of her throat vigorously.
She took it all, his length as it fucked her mouth, and his cum as he poured out into her throat.
He made sure to keep his mouth shut this time around.
"I thought you were angry," he said as he helped her to her feet.
"I was. I am. But I am also horny still."
He smirked and then dragged her out of the bathroom for another round.
Mandy be damned, she had almost ruined a perfectly easy lay for him.
He needed to get over this – whatever this was.
How could he even feel nostalgic about a woman as wretched as Mandy? He berated himself on the very seconds he spent thinking about her when he had a willing partner by his side.
When all was said and done, Jenna had the audacity to tell him a few words that would later haunt him, "Glacier or not, your ex-wife got to you, Harrison."
"I beg your pardon?" He was flabbergasted that this woman – a stranger for all intents and purposes – took the liberty to point out his weakness.
"Careful there. Your mask is slipping," she then shrugged. "If you ever get over her, and only then, feel free to give me a call."
And with that, she was gone.
The woman was completely and utterly crazy, that was for sure.
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