Beauty panicked. She knew the door was unlocked; one push, and she would meet hell.
She was naked, and the last thing she wanted was for her body to be exposed to Beyoncé, who might tell the whole world how she looked—or worse, she might have a camera and take a picture to plaster on a billboard.
She grabbed the bathrobe, but it would be too late to put it on. Quickly, she slipped under Bruno's blanket on the bed to hide.
She was fast enough to conceal herself before Beyoncé barged in, pulling off her bathrobe and flipping her hair, wearing only a bra and panties.
"You can't just barge into someone's room!" Bruno snapped.
"This is my hotel. Go ahead and press charges. I can deal with it," Beyoncé said boldly.
"Are you this shameless and cheap?" Bruno asked with a tight frown.
"Only for the men I admire, and they don't dare turn me down," Beyoncé replied seductively.
"I have a girlfriend. Stop embarrassing yourself. Kindly leave."
Beyoncé smirked. "Trying so hard to show you're faithful. You are a man after all... You are..."
She gasped suddenly, her eyes widening, covering her mouth in shock.
Bruno glanced back at the bed to check on Beauty, confused by Beyoncé's sudden reaction.
"Oh my gosh, you're Bruno Hathaway!" she shouted.
Bruno touched his face and realized he had washed off the makeup.
"I knew there was something about your face... You wore a disguise... A fake nose... I get it! You're ashamed to be seen with her," she pointed out.
Bruno rolled his eyes. "It was her idea. I was against it. Now leave."
"You're secretly dating a fatty?" she said, making a disgusted face.
"Beauty is her name. And don't try anything stupid; it's a warning," he replied.
Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "What will you do, hit me? Stop blabbing."
Then her eyes dropped down to his bulge.
"You have something I can take care of for you," she licked her lips, tying her hair up.
Bruno grabbed her wrist, forcing her toward the door. "You're leaving."
"Stop, you're hurting me. Let me go, or I'll tell everyone you raped me. Oh, I have an idea of how it would work out perfectly. Trust me, you'll regret this."
Bruno let go of her and slapped his forehead, not at all in the mood for whatever she was about to pull.
He turned and walked to his bed, putting his lower half under the blanket.
Beyoncé was surprised he gave up easily.
"Ooh, on the bed already? You want me on top?" she smiled.
"I want you out of my room. And stop the harassment."
"It's not harassment if you have a bulge and are enjoying it," she defended.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm already occupied. When you're done, take your leave."
"Liar, that's just a huge blanket. You don't have to be shy about it. You have an erection," Beyoncé chuckled and pulled off her bra.
Bruno immediately lowered his gaze.
"So, do you like what you see? What are you looking away for? Stop playing, Mr. Bruno," she giggled.
Beneath the blanket, Beauty was triggered with jealousy over Beyoncé's attempts to seduce Bruno. Why should she hide and let that bitch make Bruno uncomfortable?
The only person who should be getting him tonight was her!
She has to claim him.
"By the way, I'll go lock the door," Beyoncé said, blowing Bruno a kiss and swaying her hips as she headed toward the door.
Taking that opportunity, Beauty shifted closer to Bruno. He noticed and wondered what she was up to.
Her fingers moved slowly, reaching to loosen his bathrobe. Bruno, meanwhile, was trying to keep his composure, wondering what Beauty had in mind, though his body was excited by the light brush of her hand as she loosened the robe.
Suddenly, he felt her fingers stroke his bare, hard abs and then move down. He gulped hard, unsure of what she was doing but secretly nervous that Beyoncé might notice.
"Does she want her to know she's here?" he thought.
When Beauty's hand suddenly wrapped around his erection, his breath caught in his throat.
A soft gasp escaped him before he could stop it.
Beyoncé immediately noticed the sound, her eyebrow arching in curiosity.
"What was that?" she asked, amused, her voice sharp with suspicion.
Bruno's heart raced as he struggled to maintain control of the situation.
"What was what?" he breathed hotly, his voice shaky as Beauty's grip tightened around him, rubbing the tip of his big mushroom.
He clenched the blanket tighter, feeling his virgin shaft swell and pulse, a bead of pre-cum forming at her touch.
Beyoncé's eyes narrowed suspiciously, her gaze fixed on the blanket.