Chapter 029

“I need space, Mother.” A sob raked its way out of Tanya's throat. “And I'd prefer if you just-”

“Come on, Tanya.” Diane felt desperate now. This had gone on for long enough. “Please. Let me help out, at least.”

Silence greeted her statement, and then she heard a loud sigh. Seconds later, a puffy-eyed and bedraggle haired Tanya stared at her. “You can help out by staying out, Mother. But since you just wouldn't give up, come in.”

Seeing that look on her daughter's face almost broke Diane, but she kept her emotions in check.

Tanya flopped on the clustered bed, and her mother, momentarily forgetting her mission, examined the situation with concerned eyes.

“Don't you try to say something derogatory against me,” the younger woman suddenly said, startling her mother. “I’m grieving, Mother.”

“I was not going to,” Diane replied, clearing an area with her hand and sitting there. “I was just…it's a mess.”

“I'm a mess. It's just a reflection of how I feel right now.” Subconsciously, Tanya's head moved to her mother's lap, and Diane instinctively stroked it.

“Audrey should never have come back,” she whispered - a thought process Diane definitely couldn't disagree with.

“I'm so sorry, honey.”

“It's not your fault.” Her daughter shuffled her body till it got closer to her mom, and it was when she began to sniffle that Diane realized she was crying.

“Am I not pretty enough, Mother?” she mumbled with tears running down the side of her face to Diane's lap. “Audrey is so ordinary, yet he left me for her. Am I such a terrible person?”

“What? No, baby.” Diane pecked her daughter's forehead. “You're an amazing woman. He's the idiot for picking that girl over you. With time, you'll see that he comes to regret this decision of his.”

“I'll make him regret it,” was the part she didn't say out loud.

Tanya’s response to that was to sob even louder, and it took a while before she quietened till she eventually fell asleep. While stroking her daughter's hair, Diane considered all her options at the moment if she was going to bring Roman down, and a lightbulb went off in her head.

After carefully tucking Tanya in, she went to her room, changed her outfit, and applied the sweetest scented perfume she could find. Then she got into her car and drove to a hotel.

The time was almost ten.

The receptionist looked up when he heard her steps, and his mouth rounded in surprise. “Mrs. Hill. Why, I'm surprised to see you here.”

“Hello to you too, Donald,” she smiled at him, baring all her teeth. The boy had been a young college graduate when she'd first met him at a bar years back in one of the neighboring packs, but he'd lied about his age, and they'd had a fun night out together.

When she discovered his tale, she'd been a bit concerned, but he'd placed his hands into her pants, and all her worries had melted away in pleasure. For a young man, he definitely had talent. But it'd been a one-time thing, and she'd kept it cordial since then.

He was giving her a very lustful look as she stood over the desk, however, indicating that he wanted nothing cordial in that moment.

She chuckled to herself. Men just couldn't resist. “I'd like a key to room four-one-six, please.”

The lust in his eyes didn't clear off as he turned to search for the key, and she was glad it didn't, because the appropriate thing to do in that moment was to ask why she wanted that specific room.

Well, he was never gonna know.

He handed the key to her, and she teased him by rubbing her fingers along his a bit before bidding him good night and walking away.

Her plan was not to stay in the room she'd paid for, however, but the room opposite it. As soon as she'd deposited her bag and other items in her designated room, she locked her door and crossed the corridor to knock at the other.

“Wrong room,” the man inside said.

“I wouldn't be so sure,” she replied, adding a lilt to her voice for a good effect.

The door opened when the person on the other end heard that, and Marcus had a slightly surprised look on his face as she walked into the room.

“Well, well. Look what the goddess dragged in,” he drawled. “I never thought I'd see you here by this time.”

“I thought you might need company,” Diane shrugged, taking off her jacket to reveal that she wore nothing but a flimsy see-through underneath. “Plus, we didn’t finish what we started that day.”

Her nipples were taut against the fabric. His eyes darkened when he saw that, and he licked his lips. “You always know how to make a man happy, don't you?”

“Of course.” Her skirt dropped to the floor, and she stood before him almost completely naked. “It's my pleasure.”

At the word pleasure, Marcus smirked, and he stalked towards her. “Let it not be said then,” he murmured, pulling the fabric from her thighs upward and deliberately grazing her skin with his nails, “That I denied you such pleasure.”

She hummed as he said that, then moaned when she felt him insert his fingers inside her, feeling her body accelerate its production of fluid.

“Your pussy is always so tight,” he murmured into her ear, toying with her flaps. “Just how I like it.”

“I'm not a child, Marcus,” she chuckled in response. “Those words don't work on me anymore.”

He leaned away and grinned at her, then increased his tempo. “Oops. I didn't realize.”

Diane couldn't reply because she was riding on a sexual high, but she recalled why she was there and pulled him close to undo the robe he was wearing. He paused his actions briefly to let her take it off, and he was stark naked underneath.

“Aw,” she teased, running her hand down his rapidly hardening length. “Were you waiting for me?”

He smirked. “I was going to stroke myself to the thought of you tonight, actually.”

She replied his smirk with one of her own. “You don't have to do that anymore. I'm here now.”

“Yes you are, my sweet,” he said as he guided her to the bed, lowering himself into her warmth as they kissed passionately.

Despite all the sensual actions he'd performed when she arrived, Diane knew Marcus didn't move slowly in bed. He moved hard and fast, something she was thankful for because she needed to release as fast as possible so she could make her request.

“Tell me,” he asked as he started pumping into her. “How many times do you want to cum?”

He always liked proposing a challenge when he wasn't going to last long. But she smiled and told him six, and moaned loudly when he increased his rhythm.

Three orgasms later, he was lying beside her on the bed, exhausted. Diane wanted more, but she could live with that for now. She had more important things to deal with.

“Marcus?” she called, and he hummed his response. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

One of his hands went to her left breast and began to play with the nipple. “Whatever could that be?”

“It's Roman Blackburn.”

The fingers pinched the nipple. “I see.”

“I want him dead.”