~ Miss Porter ~

It's stupid. It's just... It's so stupid. How can she reject me every time because of a freaking scar. It doesn't make any sense.

I stood in my room as Jacinda walked in with my fully packed suitcase.

"Here you go, Miss Porter." She said with the always welcoming smile.

"Thank you so much, Jacinda." Nicole surely did get me all distracted, but I won't forget my manners.

Then Georgia came in with her famous black agenda, ready for our trip to New York.

"I think we're ready, Miss Porter."

"Good. And where is Miss Wallace?"

"She is waiting for us outside, along with Mike. Jacob is already in New York."

"Okay." The thought that she basically avoided me killed me inside. But I have she won't be able to turn me down when we arrive at the place we had sex for the first time. I walked outside and saw my all too famous girlfriend, standing and talking to Mike. But when she saw me from the corner of her eye, she paused.

"Miss Porter, are you ready?" She is so annoying, I just want to tear the black shirt she is wearing. Nicole didn't sleep in the same bed with me last night. It's not just annoying, it hurts how much she doesn't trust me.

"Like you care, Miss Wallace." I stayed formal. She raised an eyebrow in question and I just shrugged it off.

The ride to the airport was very quiet. Even the plane ride. Nicole always stood by my side, but I knew it was strictly professional. Although, once, I caught her basically taking my senses in, because she stood very close, close enough to smell the perfume.

I greeted Olivia once we came into the hotel I always stayed in. Then George of course, and we finally got into the room. Everybody went their separate ways, except Nicole, who, of course, had to stay by my side.

Without a single word, I got into the bathroom and quickly undressed myself, taking the silk robe I brought. Underneath, I wore a very sexy lingerie that no one basically could resist. I tied the bathrobe and got out.

I walked over to the phone. "Hello, room service? I need some whipped cream in a tube." I looked over at Nicole who's eyes widened when she heard what I said. I chuckled at her action and just hung up the phone. Not long after, there was a knock. I opened the door, with Nicole by my side. The woman handed me a silver plate.

"Thank you." I said as I handed her the tip.

"You're welcome." She glanced over at Nicole. "By the way, your wife is very pretty." I chuckled at Nicole's eyes basically popping out now. And instead of correcting her I just thanked her and she walked away.

Nicole was still silent. Here goes nothing. My sexual frustration is so high. Also, I need to prove there is nothing wrong with her body. I turned around, facing away from Nicole and untied my bathrobe. I put a little whipped cream on top of me. I looked over my shoulder to see that this was getting her attention. Finally. I turned around and she couldn't stop starring at my body.

"So, Miss Wallace..." I slowly walked towards her, taking the bathrobe off, still carrying the whipped cream in one hand. "Do you like my outfit?"

"Um..." She stuttered, not being able to find any words. I shook the bottle and unbuttoned her shirt with my other hand. She tried to take my hand away and I just raised an eyebrow at her.

"Cut the crap." Then I just ripped the shirt. And made a trail all the way down, even opening her pants and in her underwear. "Now this is what I've been waiting for."