The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Xante scanned Aaron coldly before looking inside the presidential suite. “What were you doing?”

Aaron shrugged and smiled mischievously. “Well, isn’t it obvious I just took a shower?”

Xante pushed him away and walked into the suite. She expected to see a naked woman inside, but there was no sign of any debauchery. The bed was clean and empty.

She turned around to ask, “Where’s that girlfriend of yours?”

Aaron closed the door and continued to dry his hair with another towel. “Ugh, I sent her home. What’s the point of coming to the hotel with me if she’s not going to let me touch her?”

Xante pushed her gold-rimmed glasses up, pulled a chair, and sat down.

“There are other ways to make Miss Annie hate you without humiliating her, you know. How could you ask her to get you some condoms when you know how much she likes you? That’s low, even for you. It’s no wonder the boss is mad at you right now.”

Aaron threw his towel aside and flopped down lazily on the bed. “Xante, don’t you think you and the boss are asking a lot out of me? Does Miss Annie look like she has given up on me? How can I make her give up on me without making her hate me?”

and nodded at him. “Get up

asked. “Are we going somewhere?” he asked while getting

once all your clothes are on.” Xante put her phone

put on his clothes and after

the face before he

handsome face the most, Aaron was instantly enraged. “What was that for?! Why did you hit me in the

his face, making him cry out in pain, before grabbing his wrist

body became

going to tell the boss you hit me again!” he said

prevent him from getting up from the floor. She looked down at him condescendingly and said, “Save your breath; she asked me to beat you up. Can you grow up a little and stop making her worry about you? She was already in a bad mood to begin with, and

what I did is nothing. Out of the two of us, who do you really think

that’s between them. We

eaten up by that stupid Jeremy if we don’t do something about it! Let me tell you something, Xante—you women are the same. You girls get so blinded by love that you cannot think straight. And let me repeat this: This applies to all women, including the