JENNIE

I awoke to Lisa not being in bed and laid there for a while, thinking she was in the bathroom, but after an hour of her not coming back to bed and not hearing her make a sound in the room, I thought maybe she fell asleep on the couch. But she wasn't there, or anywhere else in the room, and knew she left. I got dressed, then headed down to see if she could be at the bar, and sure enough, she was. But what I was seeing, I wasn't liking-a young blonde woman invading Lisa's space with her hands on her. I walked over to Lisa, and when I overheard the woman wanting Lisa to take her back to her room, I started tapping her on the shoulder, and I loudly cleared my throat.

Lisa turned around, and then her eyes widened when she saw it was me. I slapped her across the face and snapped, "Asshole! Do you mind telling me what's going on here?"

"It's not what you think, Hon," Lisa slurred.

My eyes rolled away from Lisa's and over to the smiling blonde. I angrily planted my hands on my hips and hissed, "Oh? Then, can you tell me why you're allowing a woman to have her hands on you, with her face barely inches away from your face and whose breasts are about to fall out of her dress, wanting you to take her back to her room?"

"Who are you?" The blonde asked.

With my eyes on Lisa,I mockingly laughed and snapped, "Isn't it obvious who I am?" I looked away from Lisa and over to her, wanting to see her expression on what I'd like to say next. "And if you can't figure it out, you're pretty fucking dumb."

Lisa's arm slithered around me, showing the woman I was her, but I still didn't like what I saw or heard and brushed her arm off me after she said, "I don't see a ring on her finger."

"That's because there is no ring," I hissed, stepping around Lisa to get closer to her. "I'm her girlfriend. Her pregnant girlfriend."

"Sucks to be her," she smiled.

"Aren't you a bit young to be in here, anyway? And what are you doing hitting on a thirty-year-old woman, anyway?"

"I'm twenty-one," she proudly said, then smirked. "Who cares how old she is? Because I don't... and it's too bad, she's with you. I could have made her night a lot better. I'm not pregnant and can be much wilder in bed." She looked at Lisa and smiled. "If you can't get what you want from her, my room number is 252. I'll give you a night that'll show us younger women have what it takes to satisfy you."

She stepped back, then nonchalantly turned to the table like it was no big deal for what she said to Lisa or what I said about being her pregnant girlfriend. I felt like tackling her to the ground, and when I placed one step forward, Lisa pulled me back. "Jennie It's not worth it. Let's get out of here," she slurred while swaying.

"Ugh!"

I couldn't believe my eyes and ears and didn't want to hear any more that I spun on my heel, then hurried out of the bar. Had I stayed, I would have done and said some things that most likely would have kicked Lisa and me out. What shocked me was with fancy as the hotel and bar were, the blonde woman was proud of what she was wearing and didn't even care that she looked like a slut.

Just as I hit the button for the elevator, Lisa rushed to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Please don't be upset with me. I did nothing wrong."

"Take your hands off me," I snapped.

"If you think I was about to leave with her. You're mistaken."

The doors opened, and inside I went, with Lisa quickly following behind. I didn't want to be near her and walked to the opposite wall of where she stood. I crossed my arms and looked to the ground. "What were you thinking?" I quietly asked.

"About what?"

"To talk to a woman who was barely dressed. That's what."

"I was sitting at the bar minding my business when the bartender set a couple of shots in front of me, informing me the party bought everyone in the bar those shots. I walked over to thank them. That woman walked over to me, saying it was her birthday, and asked what I got her for her birthday. When I saw what she was wearing, I told her that she could have my jacket to cover up her headlights... that's when you came over and heard her say what she did."

"Her hands were on you, invading your space."

"And I was removing her hands from me when you tapped me on my shoulder, then slapped me across the face after I turned around. For no damn reason at all, you slapped me," she said, still surprised I slapped her.

After slapping her, I wished I hadn't. But I was so angry after hearing that woman speak to Lisa the way she was, and I let my emotions take over. My eyes rolled up, and when I saw the hurt in her eyes, I knew I better apologize, "I'm sorry, Babe. I shouldn't have slapped you."

She sighed, "I shouldn't have left the room. We wouldn't be having this discussion right now. But my mind was racing, and I couldn't sleep, that I needed a drink to relax."

"The room is stocked with those airplane bottles."

"I know. But those weren't what I was looking for," Lisa said as the doors opened, then she sighed. "My dreams are crushed again."

"What dream was that?" I asked while exiting the elevator.

Her arm wrapped around my shoulder and then leaned into my ear, "I wanted to have sex in there with you."

I removed her arm and groaned, "I don't think so. I wouldn't have done that in there with you, especially in a hotel like this," I said, walking faster to the door. I wasn't thinking when I got to the door and tried opening it. I stuck my hand into my back pocket, realized I forgot the keycard, and groaned, "Shit..."

Lisa chuckled, "Did you forget something?"

I stepped to the side. "I forgot the key next to the bed."

"Here," she said, handing me her wallet. "My keycard is in here."

After entering the room, she pulled me to her and looked at me with desperation in her eyes, "Please don't be mad at me. I honestly did nothing wrong. I may be a little drunk, but I'm not stupid, and I wouldn't do anything that would jeopardize our relationship again. Hell. I already have one crazy woman after me; I don't need two of them wanting to kill me. Come on, Babe. What'll it take for you to realize I love you, and only you? Every time I mentioned you being my world, I meant it. And that's the truth, because you are. Along with that little human growing inside you."

Lisa was telling me the truth. I could see it on her face, feel it in my heart, and I could hear it in the way she was trying to plead with me, that I couldn't remain upset with her and tightened my arms around her, hugging her. "I'm sorry. I know I'm pregnant, and my emotions are like a damn roller coaster, but after that blonde tried to get you to go to her room after I told her I was your girlfriend and that I was pregnant, I was pissed, and I was ready to show her, you don't mess with a pregnant woman. So thank you for stopping me."

"You're not a fighter. And I wasn't about to let you fight her. She was drunk, and I know, come tomorrow morning, she'll awake to not remembering a damn thing."

"I know she was drunk, and I could tell that right away. But that doesn't make it right."

"No, it doesn't. And I apologize for what you saw and heard. There was no way I was going to go to her room. Just because she was showcasing her breasts, and wearing a skimpy dress, hoping men/women would look and fall for her, doesn't mean I would. I'm not that desperate. I have what I want right here," she said, cupping either side of my face. Her lips gently pressed against mine, then she pulled back and looked me in the eye. "I should have just stayed in the room and drank what the hotel stocked in our room.

Had I done that? We wouldn't be standing here, arguing about something stupid." Lisa's hand lowered to mine and began pulling me. "Come on. I don't want to fight with you all night. I want to go to bed and to hold you in my arms until we awake in the morning."

Lisa pulled me to the bed, removed my clothes, then her.

She pulled me with her as she laid on the bed, then she pulled me into her arms, leaned her head around me, looking for my forehead, and then she kissed it. "I do love you," she whispered. "I love you more than anything, and I cannot wait until this is over with Kendal."

That simple kiss Lisa placed on my forehead, her words, and how sincere Lisa was when she spoke ignited a fire within me. I tilted my head back, puckered up my lips, and when her lips greeted mine, and she showed me I was all her in that kiss, images of that blonde woman at the bar and her words came to my mind. Even though she wasn't in our room, I wanted to show I can be just as wild as she claimed she was and deepened the kiss in a proprietorial way.

If I were to lose Lisa to Kendal, that's one thing, which the thought of that kills me. But the idea of losing her to some young hussy that felt the need to show off her big fake tits in her hooker clothing brought out another side of me. A side that I never even knew I had. And Lisa is now finding out; I, too, can be a wild woman in bed.

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