1 TWO WEEKS

Julie sat up from the bed and looked at the naked body laying next to her, she irritatedly hissed and pulled the duvet over him. "I can't believe I did this again." She whispered and lit the stick of cigar and started smoking. She heard some indistinct chatter from outside and looked through the window to see who it was. A lady and a man having an heated argument. "Probably he didn't pay her after the night." She shrugged her shoulders and continue smoking.

On the bed, John yawned loudly and put his hand across the other side of the bed with his eyes closed but opened them widely when he noticed no one was laying next to him. Naturally, a lady should be laying naked. He bent his lips to smile and quietly, he crawled to her on the other side of the bed where she was sitting, then grabbed her tender breasts, squeezing them as if he wanted something to come out of it. "Why are you up this early??" He coughed and released her breasts. "Smoking again?!"

"Get dressed and get out, i want to be alone." Julie said and turned on the small music player close to her, she clicked and clicked on the next button, changing the songs until she finally arrived at the one that she thought fits her mood best. "You heard me." She repeated and puffed her cigar. "Get dressed and get out now."

"At least, tell me your name and let me have your contact." John said in a bit soft manner and sat close to her on the bed, that their shoulders were touching. "We have been sexing for the past two weeks now and I don't even know your name."

She turned deaf ears to all of his words and started humming to the song playing instead... raise a cup for all my day ones, two middle fingers for the haters." The song suddenly stopped playing and she saw his hand on the power button. She stood and yelled at him. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You are my problem bitch!" He yelled back and angrily reached out for his jacket then gave her a bundle of currency notes. "Take this."

"Get out of this room right now." She said in a bit cooler tone and sat again. "Taking the money will make me a bitch, I did what I did for fun not for money." She puffed into her cigar a few times and played the music again.

"I can't keep doing this with a woman I don't even know, all I know is we end up here every night." John exhales deeply and returned the money. "And you keep paying for the room I guess."

"Isn't it fun?" She didn't wait for his reply before saying something else. "Just keep having the fun and shut your mouth."

John reluctantly stood and started putting on his clothes. In his head he tried to picture the first day he had met this anonymous lady at the bar downstairs two weeks ago, she was putting on a black body con gown which was showing the entire lines of her body, he would call her pretty attractive and seductive that he wanted to pull her to the corner of the bar and raise the gown to see the banging body underneath it. But naive John brushed it off as just being drunk and just focused on his alcohol. But the urge to have himself trusting inside her grew wider and bigger when she intentionally or unintentionally held her boobs with both hands.

He then gently walked up to her and said, "hi ma'am, you look beautiful and that's dress is so amazing."

"Thank you." She said almost quietly not because she was whispering but because she didn't raise her voice well above the noise at the bar.

John looked at her leeringly and his heart started racing fast, he couldn't control his sexual urge again, he bents and whispered in her ears. "Will you mind spending the night with me?"

That was all he could picture from his own end, Julie had followed him and they did had a wonderful night together. Since then, up till now, that have been meeting everyday, in the room to have nothing but pleasure.

"I am done." He said after he was done dressing. "Are you sure you still want me to go?"

She ignored him and opens the wardrobe, then ran her fingers through some hanged clothes for a moment before deciding to settle for an oversized pair of trousers and sweat shirts which did a good job hiding the shape of her body.

John opened his mouth and sat again. "You live here?"

She looked at him and frowned a bit. "Clearly." she said slowly that she dragged the last syllable of the word.

"Then I guess you are what I called you earlier, if you stay here that means you fuck for money."

"If I did that, then I would have charged you for money." she sat facing him, "We've been like this for two weeks now."

"Can I get to know your name at least?" He persisted in a more solemn tone, maybe because he already felt something in his heart for her, something he doesn't want to believe, something he would chose to hide for the rest if his life.

"It will bore you if you did" she turned off the music player, dropped her cigar on the steel and layed on her back staring at the ceiling. She remembered the guy she used to be in that room with, the kind of fun they always had and how they always did it. Until the day she caught him with someone else on the same bed. She sat up to avoid picturing that dangerous day in her head again, she clears her throat and realized he was still staring at her. "Why do you care so much about my name?"

"It's normal to know if you will keep being my fuck mate."

"Julie." She replied bluntly and stood from the bed. "Get out, you are taking longer than the usual today."

"My name is John." He stretched forth his hand for an handshake which wasn't welcomed. "You won't take my hand?"

She picked up the music player and hit his hand. "John or whatever it is you call yourself, go and don't come back here anymore."