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The Love Of Money - Episode 24
26-07-25 (08:31)

"I'm not trying to trap you, Bobbl. There's no right or wrong answer here. I'm genuinely asking you what you think I should do. Should I press charges?" "No," Bobbi replied right on top of my question. "Why not? You're a criminal and you owe me a lot of money." "I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me?" I didn't know. She was so beautiful. I wanted to tell her that there were some ways she could pay me back or work off her debt, but I didn't want to sound like a character in a cheesy porn. "I don't know. I think I might have Roderick send the rest of this stuff up to my room and just head up there for the rest of the evening. My lawyer says that since I have proof, I should press charges. Maybe I'll revisit the options with them tomorrow." "You're not going to try to fuck me?" It was my turn to be caught off guard by her. "Fuck you?" "Why else would you have me come here dressed up for you?" It was a good question, and to be honest, she was right, there was definitely some part of me hoping that this would turn out a certain way. "You want the truth?" I asked. Bobbi shrugged, looking at me sullenly. "Part of me wants to hate-fuck the shit out of you," I admitted. "But there's no way that's happening." "Why not?" Was she being serious right now? "Go home, Bobbi," I said and wiped my mouth on my napkin. "Seriously! Why the fuck did you bring me out here if you were just going to have me arrested? Are you telling me there's nothing you want from me?" "You want me to fuck you?" I asked. "God no," Bobbi replied a little too disgustedly for my taste. "Then what's the issue?" "Will fucking you tonight keep you from pressing charges?" This was a turn I hadn't expected. I'd come here with some sort of fantasy of making her fuck me, and then deciding I wasn't up for it. I hadn't expected her to offer to fuck me. Was that what she was doing? "I don't know. Maybe." Maybe if she was really damn good in bed. "I guess it would depend on how good you were," I said. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" She had the gall to look genuinely offended. "It means that if your ability to fuck is on par with your ability to be socially aware or empathize with people, then you're probaby pretty bad at it." "-" "I'm done with this conversation," I said, cutting her off. "I'm going to my room." And without waiting from another reply from Bobbi, I gathered my phone to leave. As I made my way toward the door, she screamed at me. "Don't you fucking dare walk away from me, Marcus!" When I didn't even slow down or look back at her, I heard her scream and then heard the shattering of several plates. Fuck, the staff was going to need to be well compensated for that. I ran into Roderick just on the other side of the door. It looked like he was rushing to get to our private room. I pulled out some of the 100 dollar bills Helen had given me and stuffed them in his hands. "I'm so sorry, Roderick. This is for the mess. Just wait till she's gone and then take care of it. Let me know if you need more than this. Oh, and the wagyu beef tenderloin looked good. Could you send it up to my room?" Roderick looked a little worried, but then nodded. He glanced down at the bills in his hand and the tension seemed to ease out of his shoulders. "Alright Mr. Upton. Thank you, and I'll have it taken care of." I immediately left the private room behind, headed to the front desk of the lobby, and picked up my key to the room. During the elevator ride to the top, I tried sorting through my mixed feelings. I was disappointed in myself that I hadn't gone through with it. For Christ's sake, she'd even mentioned sex! Part of me felt good about my decision. It didn't matter how horrible Bobbi was, she didn't deserve to be forced into sex against her will. No one deserved that. Something about the way I'd treated her this afternoon hadn't set well with me, nor how Helen had acted after Bobbi left, and deep down, I felt a little bit of relief that I'd proved I was still a decent human being. By the time I got to my hotel room, I'd come to the realization that Bobbi was either going to find some way to skip town, or she would end up going to prison. Whatever fantasies I had in my head would remain there... I'd never get to fulfill those things in real life. The room itself was massive, with a full king-sized bed, sliding glass doors opening to a large patio, and a bathroom with a large claw tub that could easily fit two people. The man at the front desk had informed me that I'd reserved the honeymoon suite for the next two weeks, and that he hoped I enjoyed my stay while in New York. A large bouquet of roses was in a vase on a full dining table with a card that also wished me a pleasant stay. I stripped off the jacket of my suit and sighed, suddenly feeling alone and a little disgusted at myself. At least the bath looked inviting. Just as I finished removing all my clothes, there was a knock on the door. I sighed, picked up the road draped on the bed and slipped it on. I cinched the belt tight as I made my way over to the door to get Roderick's delivery. "That was quick," I said as I opened the door. Standing in the doorway was Bobbi. She was looking up at me with those big grey eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks and causing her mascara to run. "Can I come in," she asked with a light quiver in her voice. I simply stared down at her in complete silence and hoped she couldn't see the shock I was feeling. After a moment of recovery, I stepped aside and held the door open. Head hung low, Bobbi walked inside, and I shut the door behind her.
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