Next One Is a Babe
Chapter 77

Upon entering the hotel room, Sophia did not go straight into her room.

Instead, she sat on the couch. "You're going to use the bathroom, aren't you? You can go first."

John looked at her, remained silent, and went to grab his pajamas before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom door was not closed all the way, so if one paid enough attention, one could hear the sound of running water.

While she sat on the couch and was on her phone, some strange images appeared in her head.

Those images were vague before this, but all of a sudden, they were now clear as crystal.

One of them was the image of the naked John standing below the showerhead, and she recalled that he was frightened when he saw her undress upon entering the bathroom.

D*mn it. She had way too much alcohol that day, so she should not be remembering all these details.

Why did everything come back to her now?

Not only that, but she even recalled how John tormented her in bed.

She put down her phone and sighed before putting her hands over her face.

In the beginning, John was resistant to her, but she kept throwing herself at him.

Perhaps the alcohol that she consumed had made her shameless, just like that one time before this where she became extremely bold and shameless after drinking.

Sophia then put her arms around her knees and buried her face in them. She tried to think of some political theories to replace the censored images in her head.

Meanwhile, John was done with his shower and came out properly dressed.

Hearing the sound of him coming out of the bathroom, she quickly jumped down from the couch and went into the bathroom without looking at him.

She then slammed the bathroom door and locked it.

Even though the bathroom was still damp, it was still rather clean.

She paused for a few moments before undressing and jumping into the shower.

She thought about taking a cold shower, but for health reasons, she had to let go of that thought.

Instead, she turned the water temperature slightly down and stood below the showerhead.

The more she tried to forget those images, the more her brain would not cooperate.

The moment the cold water landed on her body, she started to recall even more images, including the time she lost her virginity to him.

To her, that was not a pleasant experience; apart from pain, she could not feel anything else, even though she remembered how excited John looked.

Men's emotions and bodies were indeed separate.

John never loved her and still did not, but he could still get so excited when making love to her.

She clenched her teeth and decided to stop thinking about that as it would not serve any purpose.

No matter how much that man liked her body, he would never like her, and all her efforts would be futile.

As such, she quickly took her shower and came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

She was afraid that her mind would go crazy, so she quickly got changed and lay in bed, hoping that she could fall asleep as quickly as possible.

That method worked, and she had a good sleep apart from the fact that the remaining images from the tormenting lovemaking session appeared in her dreams.

She was taken back to their wedding night, where she lay in a huge red bed and felt somewhat nervous and lost.

Those emotions were so real that she could even feel them while she was in her dreams.

In the very beginning, John was opposed to the idea of making love to her, so the two continued to lie there until midnight when John decided to turn over.

Perhaps no longer being able to hold in his urge, he started kissing her rather aggressively.

She did not really know what to do and just passively accepted it.