The Woman From Hell

It was only ten o'clock when we reached the hotel. " Should we buy him breakfast and bring it to him?

That lazy bug is probably still sleeping."

Cecilia shook her head. "There's no need. It's a luxury hotel, so there must be room service."

After thinking about it, I did not say anything else. I followed Cecilia and we took the elevator together. Then, we arrived at the door of his room.

There was no response after we knocked for a while. Cecilia shrugged. "I knew it. He’s still asleep."

I could not help but laugh. I took my phone out. When I was about to call Jerome, the door opened.

"It's still so early in the morning. Don't both of you sleep?! You're disturbing me." Jerome was yawning and rubbing his eyes so hard that they could hardly open.

"Look at the time now. It's almost noon, how is it still early? Are you a pig? You were actually still sleeping." Cecilia rolled her eyes at him and took a step forward t o enter the room.

However, Jerome uncharacteristically blocked her at the door. A trace of panic flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

"Oh sh*t. You're not hiding a woman in your room, right? Well, I didn’t expect that. After so many years, Shane the Beauty is finally catching on." Cecilia was excited. She stood on her tiptoes and desperately tried to look into the room. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"What are you thinking about?” Jerome reached out and pushed Cecilia's head back. "Both of you are women. It's inappropriate for you to barge into a man's room. If this gets out, people will gossip about i t. Just give me a moment and we'll go to the coffee shop downstairs."

"Come on!" Cecilia rolled her eyes at him. "Why didn't you say all these when you forced us to accompany you here? We even slept together, and now you're telling us this. Is this funny?”

Then, Cecilia crossed her arms while touching her chin thoughtfully. She looked at Jerome. "Brother Shane, you're acting weird today!"

I looked up and stared at Jerome. Sure enough, this fellow was behaving in an unusual manner today.

Jerome's face reddened as he spoke in a panicky tone.

Before he managed to say anything, a man’s voice came out from the room, "Who are you talking to?"

Cecilia and I dropped our jaws and stared at Jerome at the same time. "It's a man?" "Jerome, you... You... Did you sleep with a man? So that's why you don't want us entering your room.

You’re hiding a lover!" Cecilia was so surprised that she rambled on.

Jerome's face alternated between red and white. He was lost for words at that moment.

The voice that came from inside sounded familiar to m e. I could not help but push Jerome away and walk inside.

When I was in the room, I saw that Xander only had a bath towel wrapped around him. He had just come out of the bathroom. We were extremely shocked when w e saw each other.

Xander let out a light cough. His expression looked unnatural. He wiped his hair and asked, "Why are you here?"

Before I could answer, Cecilia squeezed in. She was shocked too. "Oh my God, so you're actually his lover? I never dreamed about this."

Cecilia had a habit of shooting her mouth off. Xander grew even more embarrassed after she said that.

"Listen to me..." Jerome came in too. He heard what Cecilia had said and knocked on her head. "Can that mind of yours work normally?"

"It's working normally." After the surprise, Cecilia looked at him sincerely and placed her arm on his shoulder. "Brother... No. Sister, don't worry. We're open-minded, and we won’t discriminate against you because of this. From today onward, we're turning from brothers to sisters." "Who wants to be your sister? I'm a grown man. Stop that nonsense." Jerome broke free from Cecilia and said anxiously, "It's not what you think it is."

Cecilia's gaze swept across both of them. She finally cast her gaze on Xander's naked upper body. " Obviously gay, yet you're still in denial. Scumbag!"

She was too straightforward. Xander and Jerome both looked awful, especially Xander. His face alternated between red and white. He had no words to refute.

The situation became awkward at once.

I touched my forehead and spoke to Cecilia, "Mind your tongue.”

"Right, you're a woman. Stop putting your foot in your mouth." Jerome glared at her. He was dissatisfied with her.

Cecilia shrugged her shoulders, pouted her lips, and sat on the sofa. "Alright, alright, alright. I'll stop talking. After all, the facts speak for themselves. I'd love to see how much longer you'll be in denial, you manwh*re!"