Jesse lounged on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, breaking the silence. “Estre, the guy’s
laying it on thick for you. Don’t waste his gant gesture. No point in spurning a gift horse.”
Once Jesse finished, Jason snapped back to reality with a cold, mockingugh. “Starved for affection,
huh? Might be time to find a man for a couple of shots of love.”
At that, Estre rose to her feet, oozing allure, and said with a generousugh, “Guys, looks like my
better half has spoken. I’m off for my shots. You boys enjoy.”
ncing at the young man beside her, she teased, “Shall we, handsome? Let’s go check
into our room.”
“Sure!” he replied, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.
“Really? Well, I’ll have to check out your skillster,” Estre flirted back.
The room went silent.
Seizing the moment, Jesse, with another young man in tow, also made her
er way out.
Inside the room, Jason’s schrlyposure shattered, and with a kick, he sent a chair flying. Next
thing you know, the table flipped, sending the cards scattering all over the floor.
Serene stood beside him, her face pale with fear, and she grabbed his arm, calling out,
“Jason.”
Startled, Serene was told by Thomas that this wasn’t the ce for her, so someone was
sent to escort her home.
At the doorway, Estre didn’t even look back as she inquired about the boys’ skills, their favorite
positions, and if the job paid well.
Jesse nced back with a smirk, feeling a sense of satisfaction.
Shortly after, Estre approached another luxurious suite door with a room card in han just as Jason,
icy as a winter storm, came.
The idea of her sleeping with another man was out of the question. No one else would touch what
Jason discarded.
Upon seeing him, Estre greeted him warmly as if bumping into an old friend. “What a coincidence,
you’re checking into a room too? And Serene? Why don’t you call her over as well?”
Without waiting for Jason to speak, Estre teased, “We’re married, after all. Even if I can’t
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have you, let me at least witness your virility in bed. Otherwise, post-divorce, when people ask about
my ex-husband’s skills, I’d be lost for words.”
Jesse, who had watched the banter unfold, doted on Estre with augh.
Jason spat out bitterly, “Estre, you’re pathetic.”
Estre smiled unaffectedly. “Pathetic? Could I have married you and slept in your bed otherwise?”
Their marriage – just a certificate with no ceremony – had been an issue for Estre. Because of this,
not many knew about their union.
As Jason cornered Estre, the young man apanying her quickly stepped forward, suggesting,
“Hey, maybe you should…”
But before he could finish, Jason’s foot crashed into his chest. The young man stumbled back, his face
ashen, and copsed with a thud.
Estre finally dropped her pleasant facade. “Ehough, Jason.”
Jason grabbed her face. “You can stomach this trash?”
Pulling at his arm, Estre retorted, “What I can stomach is none of your business. You have your fun,
and I have mine. Fair’s fair.”
His grip tightened, Jason’s expression darkening as he grabbed her throat.
Choking, Estre’s face turned beet red.
Sensing Jason’s anger, Jesse quickly intervened. “Jason, this is going too far.”
Jesse’s words brought Thomas and Grayson rushing over to pull Jason away. They hurried the young
man and his friend out before things escted further.
Catching her breath, Estre, without a word, delivered a fierce kick to Jason’s abdomen. His face
paled instantly, and Thomas and the rest were stunned.
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Estre red at Jason, her voice icy. “Tryying a hand on me again.”
Her hateful gaze made Jason’s heart lurch. Realizing his own impulsiveness, he looked down at
Estre, then turned away silently, hands in his pockets.
Grayson stepped in. “Enough drama for one night. Settle this at home.”
Grayson pushed the two apart, and Jason, reluctantly, guided Estre out by the her neck.
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In the parking lot below, Estre sat in the passenger seat, turning to gaze out the window. The car fell
into silence, punctuated only by Jason lighting a cigarette at the open window.
He exhaled a smoke ring before speaking. “You just sleep with anyone. Aren’t you scared
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of catching something?”
Estre replied with nonchnce, “I use protection.”
Jason’s face darkened. “Protection? You think you’re the man in this? Do you have a penis
to put that on?”
As they argued, Estre’s phone rang. It was Kristin. Sighing wearily, Estre answered, “Hey.”
Kristin’s frantic voice came through. “Estre, did you find Jason?”
With one hand on her forehead and the other on the phone, Estre replied tiredly, “Found him. We’re
on the way back.” She mentioned nothing of the hotel quarrel.
years.
Hearing Jason was with her, Kristin pressed, “Estre, seize the night. It’s been.
two years
You and Jason need a child. Otherwise, if he wants a divorce next year, you’ll have no ace up your
sleeve.”
Kristin’s nagging was giving Estre a splitting headache. For two years, it had been the same old song
– Kristin insisting she have a baby while Jason refused. Estre felt like she’s about to lose her mind
The real issue was that Estre was dying to start a family, but Jason, well, he wasn’t on
board.
Estre didn’t respond right away, which put Kristin on high alert. “Estre, don’t tell me you’re having
second thoughts about having a baby?” she prodded.
Estre replied with forced enthusiasm, “Of course, I want to. Really, I do.”
Jason nced at her indifferently before mming his foot on the gas, the car surging
forward.
When they arrived back home, the ce was eerily quiet. After a quick shower, Estre emerged from
the bathroom and couldn’t help but think about Kristin’s earlier admonitions, not to mention her own
mother’s frequent probing.
Determined, she marched to the wardrobe and picked out a set of ck,cy lingerie that screamed
sex appeal. She had just pulled on her pants and was about to wrap herself in a robe when the
bedroom door suddenly swung open.
Turning around, she found Jason standing there.
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