“It’s over, Michael!”
She ran over to the nightstand and picked up the telephone.
Michael tried to grab the phone out of Shay’s hands.
“Don’t-touch-me!” she hissed. Anger lit up her eyes.
Michael had one time considered Shay’s hazel eyes as beautiful; but right then, they looked hostile as if she would hurt him. He backed away.
Shay pressed the button for the front desk.
“Hello…this is Shay Bennett, in room 205. I need to speak with the manager or the hotel security. I have an unwanted man in my room!” she said, throwing daggered looks at Michael.
A few seconds later, the call was transferred over.
“May I help you, ma’am?” a deep voice said across the phone line.
“Yes, I have a naked man in my room. I just found my man in bed fucking one of your hotel staff.”
“Excuse me, ma’am!”
“You heard me correctly! My man was fucking one of your maids. I don’t know her name, but I’m sure you can check your records to locate the bitch who was assigned to clean my room. I want this man out of my room. Please send up security to remove him, before I cut off his balls!” Shay said in a calm, but serious tone.
“Ma’am—”
Shay dropped the phone on the cradle, cutting off the man’s response. She turned to find Michael had put on his briefs.
“I want you out of here!”
“Shay, please…”
“If you want to risk our relationship on that wanton woman, you can sleep with her for the remainder of the trip! There is no way you’re ever touching this again,” she said, pointing to her pussy.
§
Hours later, after all the madness with the hotel manager and security, Michael and his things were finally escorted out of the hotel. Shay was disillusioned by love. She gazed out of the resort’s window and stared at the tranquility of the ocean as the memories of her very first visit to the island and to the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort as it ran through her mind. She and her two cousins, Nia and Tatiana, took a seven-day Caribbean cruise aboard a luxury ship. They flew into San Juan, Puerto Rico, and for six days, the ship docked at different port. The last stop was the best of the entire cruise. They were only on the island of St. Lucia for eight hours; so for two hours, they shopped for souvenirs for their family and friends. The remaining time they wanted to hit the beach. Someone from town recommended that resort, and a group of them from the ship piled into two taxi vans to take them there. They even arranged a pickup. In four hours, they were on their way back to the ship.
The Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort was small, but impressive, nevertheless. It sat right on the beach. Shay tipped across the marble floor because she didn’t want to scratch it with the heels on her sandals. In awe, she stopped in front of the marble front desk, mesmerized by the largest fish tank she’d ever seen mounted on the wall. Exotic fish, her favorite bicolor Angelfish, Butterfly fish, and Cinnamon Clownfish swam around the tank, each fighting for tiny bites of food. She had always wanted to invest in a saltwater fish tank, but found in her research that it was expensive and time-consuming. Shay was fascinated watching the fish, until Tatiana dragged her into the restroom to change into their bathing suits. They then followed the path that led straight down to the beach, acting like they were paying guests at the resort.
Her first impression of the beach and the ocean was that they were breathtaking—reminding her of a panoramic scene on a postcard. The turquoise ocean looked delicious and inviting. The sand was fine and reminded her of powdered sugar. It was hot to her feet and free of debris, unlike the beaches in Philly.
This is paradise! Shay kept telling herself.
Shay ran into the ocean and played like she was a five-year-old child. The water was warm and soothing against her skin. She lost herself in it, diving and following the exotic fish. Three hours later, Nia and Tatiana
She ran over to the nightstand and picked up the telephone.
Michael tried to grab the phone out of Shay’s hands.
“Don’t-touch-me!” she hissed. Anger lit up her eyes.
Michael had one time considered Shay’s hazel eyes as beautiful; but right then, they looked hostile as if she would hurt him. He backed away.
Shay pressed the button for the front desk.
“Hello…this is Shay Bennett, in room 205. I need to speak with the manager or the hotel security. I have an unwanted man in my room!” she said, throwing daggered looks at Michael.
A few seconds later, the call was transferred over.
“May I help you, ma’am?” a deep voice said across the phone line.
“Yes, I have a naked man in my room. I just found my man in bed fucking one of your hotel staff.”
“Excuse me, ma’am!”
“You heard me correctly! My man was fucking one of your maids. I don’t know her name, but I’m sure you can check your records to locate the bitch who was assigned to clean my room. I want this man out of my room. Please send up security to remove him, before I cut off his balls!” Shay said in a calm, but serious tone.
“Ma’am—”
Shay dropped the phone on the cradle, cutting off the man’s response. She turned to find Michael had put on his briefs.
“I want you out of here!”
“Shay, please…”
“If you want to risk our relationship on that wanton woman, you can sleep with her for the remainder of the trip! There is no way you’re ever touching this again,” she said, pointing to her pussy.
§
Hours later, after all the madness with the hotel manager and security, Michael and his things were finally escorted out of the hotel. Shay was disillusioned by love. She gazed out of the resort’s window and stared at the tranquility of the ocean as the memories of her very first visit to the island and to the Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort as it ran through her mind. She and her two cousins, Nia and Tatiana, took a seven-day Caribbean cruise aboard a luxury ship. They flew into San Juan, Puerto Rico, and for six days, the ship docked at different port. The last stop was the best of the entire cruise. They were only on the island of St. Lucia for eight hours; so for two hours, they shopped for souvenirs for their family and friends. The remaining time they wanted to hit the beach. Someone from town recommended that resort, and a group of them from the ship piled into two taxi vans to take them there. They even arranged a pickup. In four hours, they were on their way back to the ship.
The Almond Morgan Bay Beach Resort was small, but impressive, nevertheless. It sat right on the beach. Shay tipped across the marble floor because she didn’t want to scratch it with the heels on her sandals. In awe, she stopped in front of the marble front desk, mesmerized by the largest fish tank she’d ever seen mounted on the wall. Exotic fish, her favorite bicolor Angelfish, Butterfly fish, and Cinnamon Clownfish swam around the tank, each fighting for tiny bites of food. She had always wanted to invest in a saltwater fish tank, but found in her research that it was expensive and time-consuming. Shay was fascinated watching the fish, until Tatiana dragged her into the restroom to change into their bathing suits. They then followed the path that led straight down to the beach, acting like they were paying guests at the resort.
Her first impression of the beach and the ocean was that they were breathtaking—reminding her of a panoramic scene on a postcard. The turquoise ocean looked delicious and inviting. The sand was fine and reminded her of powdered sugar. It was hot to her feet and free of debris, unlike the beaches in Philly.
This is paradise! Shay kept telling herself.
Shay ran into the ocean and played like she was a five-year-old child. The water was warm and soothing against her skin. She lost herself in it, diving and following the exotic fish. Three hours later, Nia and Tatiana
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