**Okayyyyy enjoy this update because it's the last one ya'll are gonna get until next Friday. I have an exam on Monday and will be in the hospital all week for clinical. Enjoy!!**

Roxie's POV

Sitting in the exquisite hotel suite Milo had booked for the both of us (one of which had two massive beds) I kept silent while slugging back the wine and shoveling the Chinese he had delivered, no matter how many times he'd begged to hear what had happened.

"C'mon now. I can see that you're highly bothered by whatever it was that happened. I'm here so you can talk it out, you know?" he stated, sounding slightly annoyed.

"They trash-talked my mother so I beat the shit out of both of them before - wait for it - Ezekiel showed up," I grunted while stabbing a piece of chicken like it'd wronged me. Milo stared at me blankly for a few seconds as he processed the information I'd just shared.

"Woah, hold on, pump the fucking breaks!" he shouted, setting his Chinese down on the coffee table in front of us. "Ezekiel as in club Ezekiel? As in 'pays you ten grand a night just to spend time with you' Ezekiel?" he blanched.

"Yes and I know," I shrieked, sharing his sentiments.

"What in the fuck is he doing here?" he demanded, eyes wide with shock.

"I guess this was the business meeting he was going to be leaving for. With Jedrek's company - which I royally fucked up before it even got started," I stated with a humorless chuckle.

"Does that mean your dad and everyone else knows about your job at the club now?" he asked apprehensively, knowing that I would be absolutely mortified if they ever found out.

"No, I didn't elaborate when they asked how Ezekiel and I knew each other," I said just as my phone began to ring. Should've just kept the damn thing turned off.

"It's Jedrek," I whispered. Milo watched as I held the phone in my hand and continued to let it ring until it sent him to voicemail.

"Well that was a highly productive phone call if I do say so myself," Milo joked. Even though I was growing increasingly tenser, I let myself laugh along with him. My laughter died out slowly as I began rubbing at my forehead. My phone vibrated in my hand as a voicemail notification popped up on the screen.

"Speaker," Milo demanded while staring at my phone intensely. I puffed up my cheeks before blowing out my air and nodding. I fiddled around a bit before pressing play on the message.

"Roxie, so help me God if you don't pick up your phone I'm going to-" his livid voice boomed through the room, but was cut off as another incoming call from guess who interrupted.

"You have to answer this one," Milo stated, clearly dying to know the reason behind his message and incessant calling as much as I was. I squeezed my eyes shut for a split second before stabbing the answer button.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice betraying me as it faltered in strength.

"Where the fuck are you?" Jedrek's chilling voice growled through the phone. My eyes widened at the anger in his tone.

"Milo and I got a hotel room. We're leaving in the morning," I stated matter-of-factly.

"What hotel?" he demanded, a ruffling noise ensuing on his end. What the hell is he doing?

"Jedrek, what do you want?" I asked bluntly, emotionally drained and unable to take any more for the day.

"Waylon's big mouth happened. He's never been able to keep a goddamn secret. I know all about the fucking club and about your relationship with Ezekiel. Now answer my Goddamn question. What hotel are you at?" he demanded once again, his voice rising towards the end of his question along with his anger.

I couldn't stop the words from spewing from my mouth. "I'm at the closest Hilton," I whispered followed by the abrupt sound of the call ending.

"Milo, I don't think it's a good idea if you're here when he shows up," I stressed, knowing how Jedrek used to get when he was this angry. While it didn't happen often, I knew how his temper could get. Though it's never been directed at me before.

"Are you kidding me? I'm not leaving you here alone with him. What if he fucking comes at you?" Milo hissed, looking at me like I was crazy. I scoffed before crossing my arms over my chest.

"He would never hit me. He's not that kind of man!" I yelled, angry he'd even think that of Jedrek.

"Roxie-" he started with a worried look, but I immediately cut him off.

"Milo, I need you to just trust me. I know what I'm doing. I know him better than anyone. It's better for both of us if you aren't here," I repeated. He huffed angrily before nodding and taking my word. He grabbed a few of his things before slipping on his shoes and heading to the door.

"I'm just going to go hang out at the hotel bar. I swear to God if anything, and I mean anything, happens I'll be waiting by my phone for a call. If you're not finished talking within an hour, I'm coming up. Please be safe," he begged before opening and shutting the door behind him. I rubbed my hands up and down my face harshly before dragging myself up off the floor and sauntering over to the kitchenette - which happened to be to the left just as you entered the room.

I knew Jedrek would be here in mere minutes - this place was only a few minutes from where Sandra's house was. Filling a glass with water, I took a few heady gulps while letting the silence surround me. Crossing my arms on the marble countertops, I leaned forward and rested my head on them while picturing the multitude of ways that this conversation could go.

The possibilities were endless, really. I was halfway through scenario five when a harsh banging startled me from my thoughts.

"You can do this, Roxie. Stay calm and collected. You can fucking do this!" I chanted to myself quietly before undoing the lock and opening the door wide. We stared at each other for a few fleeting seconds before he barged into the room.

Fucking hell, why does he have to be so beautiful when he's angry?

I watched silently as he paced around the room, his anger palpable in the air. With his shoulders tensed up and the serious look on his face, he looked like a predator. It was so fucking sexy. 

"Jedrek?" I finally called out quietly.

"A fucking gentlemen's club? Really Roxie?" he spat, stopping his movements and staring me dead in the eyes. I was immediately on the defensive.

"You have absolutely no idea-"

"You're wrong!" he blew up causing me to flinch in fright. I'd never seen him this angry before. "Waylon told me all fucking about it! The lingerie all the women wear, the fucking VIP room you work in. I've been to a similar club, I've seen what happens behind closed doors," he roared. I couldn't say anything, my voice was caught in my throat. He continued pacing as tears built up in my eyes as I tried not to think about just how he knew what went took place at clubs like Rouge.

"I needed the goddamn money," I hissed, causing him to stop in his tracks and face me. "I had no food, I'd lost my fucking job, and I was months behind in rent. I had no other choice!" I growled.

"If you needed the fucking money you should've called me!" he shouted.

"And say what?" I screamed back, catching him off guard this time. "Hey! I'm sorry I left town without saying anything, I just couldn't stomach seeing you happy after dumping me. By the way, what everyone said about me never making it in life was true and now I'm looking for a handout!" I chirped sarcastically as my tears started to fall. His shoulders deflated as he wiped his large hand down his face. He strode towards me as I retreated until my back was against the wall.

"Stop," I begged as he came so close I was trying to fight him off with a hand pressed against his chest. He rested both palms against the wall behind me just above my head. I moved my head to the side, unable to look into his eyes without completely losing it. We stood there in silence, his nose pressed against the top of my head as I clenched my other hand against my side in a fist. I felt my heart stop when his hands slid down the wall, one intertwining its fingers with my own that were against his chest as the other wrapped around my waist and pulled our bodies closer.

I couldn't stop myself when my hand moved from his and I wound them both around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck.

He smelled like home.

The thought caused me to cry harder than I already was. His arms around me tightened like a vice grip.

"I'm so sorry Roxie girl," he rasped out just as I felt something wet against my shoulder. Oh my God, he's...he' crying. "I've tried so Goddamn hard these past four years to try and find a way to get out. We just owe too much, there's no loophole," he hissed as his shoulders started to shake. I pulled away from him and swiped my thumbs under his eyes to rid them of any moisture.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, confused beyond belief. He just shook his head with a defeated look before resting his forehead against my own. I closed my eyes and let his breath ghost over my face, letting myself believe that this was real.

"Roxie," he whispered, making my eyelashes flutter open. He stared down at me, his eyes smoldering with a look I'd seen thousands of times before. He squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second. "There hasn't been a single moment that I've stopped loving you," he husked out. I sniffled before he shot down and captured my lips with his own. No matter how guilty I knew I was going to feel, I let myself become lost in the kiss, in his embrace, in his love. It was soft and gentle at first but quickly grew into so much more. Our tongues sought each other out as he explored my mouth expertly. His hands wandered from my waist to the edge of my ass before he dug his fingers into my flesh and dragged my body even closer to his own.

I felt his erection hard and hot between us and mewled into his mouth. He responded by trailing his hand from my ass to the spot between my legs that was currently throbbing for attention. He maneuvered his fingers under my pajama shorts and pressed two fingers against my panty-clad pussy as it clenched from his touch. I squeezed my legs together, trying to quell the intense throbbing, but it was of no use. I moaned loudly when he surpassed my thong and started rubbing two calloused fingers through my sopping wet pussy lips, nudging the tip of his finger against my clit with each movement.

"Jedrek," I sighed, quivering in his hold from the buildup of sensations. He quickly grabbed hold of the back of my thighs and hoisted me up, carrying me through the suite. He gently laid me down, my back meeting the comfort of a bed before he began silently stripping my body of the limited clothes I'd been wearing. Our intense tongue-fucking hardly ceased during the process of shedding all our clothes. He crawled onto the bed before picking me up and hoisting us further up the mattress.

"Just so you know," I panted as he started working my body over, "Milo isn't really my boyfriend."

I felt drugged as he began nipping lightly down my neck and to my collarbones as his fingers worked my clit in slow, torturous circles. His sinful mouth reached my nipples, not hesitating for even a second as he dove in and pulled one of the already-hardened peaks into his mouth. I moaned loudly at the sensation as I wound my fingers through his silky hair and tugged.

"You think I didn't already know that?" he chuckled darkly before going back to what he was doing.

"Jedrek," I called out, "more," I begged. He ignored my wanton request as he released my nipple from his mouth and moved to the other, his hands wandering everywhere in the process. Releasing the pink bud from his mouth, he pressed open-mouthed kisses all the way down until he reached my stomach. He scraped his teeth over my navel, adding to the intensity and heat at my core. I felt like I was going to die from desire before he finally made his way to the spot between my legs and was eye level with my dripping pussy.

"Fucking hell," he groaned before inching forward, pulling my clit into his mouth, and harshly sucking. I arched my back off the bed as my thighs cinched around him as my mouth cried out his name. He slipped his middle finger inside me and curled it to massage the wall of my cunt, hitting the exact spot that made me lose my breath and see stars all at the same time. He moved his mouth from my clit and began nipping at my pussy lips before soothing the ache with his tongue to cool my body down, preventing my impending orgasm. I would've cried out in anger if it wasn't for him skillfully guiding a second finger into my greedy pussy and stretching it more than it'd been stretched in forever. Fuck, I almost forgot how big and thick his fingers are. 

He sped up his hand's movements, already knowing exactly what I wanted and how to get me there. I squeezed my eyes shut once more as I felt the telltale clenching in the pit of my stomach after a minute or two, but he pulled his dripping fingers from me seconds before I could explode. I whined out of anger and frustration, but he just smirked and moved up my body, positioning his tip in line with my entrance without giving me a second to catch my breath.

I gripped his ass with my hand and pulled him forward, causing him to sink into my heat with a hiss of pleasure. My mouth dropped open with a silent cry, the sensation of being so incredibly filled by him was so deliciously familiar. His restraint snapped as he plunged forward and sheathed his entire dick inside of me. I sunk my nails into his back to anchor me to reality as he pulled out slowly before thrusting all the way in once again, driving me wild. The only sounds in the room were the soft slapping of our flesh coming together and our constant moans and groans of pleasure and fulfillment.

"Jedrek," I whined while tightening my legs around his waist.

"I know, baby. Fuck, I know," he growled softly against the shell of my ear as his thrusts picked up intensity until he was brutally pounding into me. The headboard was banging against the wall as the bed creaked loudly. I felt the ball in the pit of my stomach tighten as my inner thighs quivered. I felt like I was going to pass out. I missed this connection and intimacy so fucking much.

"Shit, Roxie, I need you to come, baby" Jedrek grunted into my ear as his hands grabbed my own above my head and laced our fingers against the bedsheets. I squeezed his hands in my own as his forehead came to rest against mine. I wanted so badly to close my eyes and let the overwhelming sensations overcome me, but the intense look in Jedrek's own forced mine to stay open. I just couldn't look away, I was drowning in them - the love that shown there like a drug I couldn't get enough of.

"I. Love. You," Jedrek grunted out, each word punctuated by a single, deep thrust. My eyes filled with tears.

"I love you too. Always will," I rasped out as a tear slid down my cheek. One of his hands broke free from my hold to wipe the moisture away, his hand remaining there to cradle my face. Jedrek shifted his thrust ever so slightly, changing the sensation completely.

My lungs seized up and my toes curled as my orgasm rammed into me at full force while taking any coherent functioning I had left with it. I screamed out my release as Jedrek slammed into me one, two, three more times before stilling, his warm seed coating my insides as he roared with pleasure.

"Fucking hell, Roxie," he grunted, "take us there baby. That's it," he growled hoarsely while my pussy milked him for all he was worth as he continued to release inside of me. I gasped, sucking in a breath of much-needed air as he collapsed against me. Our sweaty limbs were entangled together as I lazily ran my nails up and down his shoulders, enjoying the weight of his body atop of mine. He rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I rested against his chest, all the while still remaining buried balls-deep inside of me. He always liked staying inside me after we came.

I guess some things never change.

His hand trailed down to cup my ass once again, softly massaging the flesh as he kissed the top of my head a few times. I teared up as it felt all too familiar to the times we would get lost within one another and make love until I was covered in love bites and neither one of us could keep our eyes open.

"Do you need me to rub the sensation back into your feet?" he asked with a teasing undertone to his voice. I giggled through the lump of emotion in my throat and rolled my eyes playfully.

"I'm not giving you the satisfaction of saying yes," I shot back. He stared down at me with a thoughtful look and half-smile.

"I don't need you to say yes to know - you're rubbing your toes against my calf like you always used to," he revealed with a deep chuckle as I lightly smacked his chest, praying that this moment would never end.