"Do It!"
Jeremy's face was no longer as kind; he was looking at Gizzel as if he were looking at something insignificant. His eyes were cruel, with a hint of disdain. He took out another bundle of cash and waved, his brow raised upward, indicating Gizzel to take action.
Gizzel felt the oppression of Jeremy's aura and submitted. She bit her lower lip until she felt a smelly, salty liquid in her mouth; it was blood. Jeremy was watching her in amusement. Seeing her acting like she was forced, he smiled and leaned forward and kissed her.
"Tell me if you don't want this, and I will take my money, tighten my belt, button my shirt, jump out of the window just like how I came in, delete your number, and we can forget about all of this..." he spoke playfully.
Gizzel had a complicated expression. She knew whatever she was getting herself into was dangerous, but she felt, rather than just for the money, she was also curious about the unknown.
With that thought, she slowly lowered her head to the ground. She licked the note, which then stuck to her pink tongue. Her big, captivating eyes were widely glaring at the man. "Like this?" she spoke seductively.
Jeremy wasn't pleased. He was sitting on the bed as he watched her acting like a pet. When she spoke, the whole image fell apart, and it pissed him off. He grabbed her hair tight, and Gizzel gasped in annoyance and pain. "A dog should act like one, don't you think?" he asked.
Gizzel couldn't utter a word. She just didn't expect that Jeremy was this kind of man. "You don't do this to Hazel, though! I thought you loved me."
"Good grief! I may despise her, but she is my wife. I can't treat my wife like this! With you...? I just want my money's worth. Am I wrong to want what I paid for?"
Jeremy had this creepy smile on his face. He wasn't your typical abusive man, with a belly and smelly feet. He had the body of an ancient god and a face that could make all girls' private parts quiver. His breath smelled like mint, and when you were closer to him, you would smell jasmine. He was a dream man, even to Gizzel.
"I can be your wife too. Aren't you tired of her already? I can be obedient. I'm better than her. She listens to me. If I tell her to divorce you, she will for sure. She can be a mistress instead. Babe, please."
Jeremy frowned for a moment. "Isn't she your friend? It doesn't seem like you like her very much?"
As he spoke, Jeremy was watching Gizzel's expression to see if she had something to hide. Upon hearing his statement, Gizzel's face showed a hint of hatred. "She has always been this perfect girl—good mannered, good family, hardworking. She is everything I'm not. I just feel like she is doing that on purpose to make me look bad."
"With her, I'm always in the shadows. I don't get to be myself. I hate how I always have to keep up with her. I mean, it's not like she is a Kardashian or anything."
Jeremy didn't have a good expression. He clearly doesn't like his wife. Alex is the only one he has ever had his eyes on, but for some reason, he hates how someone talked badly about her. However, he didn't stop her; he listened and gaslighted himself into believing that Hazel was and still is a bad woman.
As Gizzel kept rambling about her grievance, suddenly Jeremy chuckled. "You stupid little thing."
"What?"
She was startled by his sudden chuckle, and she didn't hear what he just said. Upon her questioning, Jeremy, who was miles away in thoughts, suddenly came back. "What?... No... I meant to say, prove it."
"Everything has a price. Can you really afford to be my wife? It's not cheap, you know."
"What did you take me for? A weakling? If Hazel will suffer, there is no price I can't pay," Gizzel spoke, determined.
In his heart, Jeremy felt some kind of discomfort. He glared at Gizzel before he grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. "Undress!"
Gizzel's lip curled. She knew that a man as lustful as Jeremy wouldn't be able to resist her, and now, seeing his impatient expression, she knew that he had hit his limits. She slowly took off one piece after another.
As she was taking off the last piece of underwear, Jeremy, who was silent the whole time, went and sat on the sofa. Gizzel thought maybe they would be role-playing, and she was even more excited and threw her lingerie away when suddenly a voice spoke, and she paused for a moment.
"Lay down, open your legs, let me see your inside from here," he said. His voice was calm and hoarse; if it wasn't for the perverseness in his words, he would have sounded so romantic.
Gizzel had a slow reaction, which somehow pissed Jeremy off. "What, you changed your mind?"
She then suddenly came to her senses and did as she was told. She wasn't really into this kind of thing, but she had no choice; she had already made a promise to pay any price, after all. "Like this?" she asked, trying to seduce Jeremy into touching her; however, he didn't move an inch.
His eyes kept staring at her. Minutes passed, and his eyes didn't even flinch. His gaze was uninterested. It was as if he was watching a boring movie. Jeremy felt like taking a nap. His manhood was even in dreamland.
On the other hand, Gizzel, who was lying down expectantly, was starting to get nervous. After half an hour, she was even worried. After all, there was a man observing her nakedness. If it was her pig husband, he could have already jumped on her; however, this Jeremy seemed to have some weird taste.
"Aren't we going to do anything?" she calmly asked.
Her sentence was like a wake-up call. Jeremy stood up and took out another few hundred dollars and threw it at the naked Gizzel. In displeasure, he then added, "You are totally useless. You can't even turn me on. Even Hazel is better than you. She might be annoying, but at least her body isn't. I tried, but you are unfuckable, Gizzel. I'm going to my wife. Until you learn how to serve a man, don't call me."
He then left without looking back. Gizzel was in disbelief; she didn't know what just happened. And when she snapped out of it, tears started to roll down her reddened cheeks. She felt so humiliated.
As a woman, who wouldn't get mad when a man makes you undress, watches your naked body for almost an hour, and then leaves, telling you that you are not sexy enough?
Gizzel gritted her teeth and swore that she would make Hazel pay for it. She wasn't angry with herself for being a bitch or at Jeremy for being an asshole; she hated Hazel. She just felt like it was all her fault, even though she couldn't say how it was Hazel's fault.