The Faces Of Karl Jacobs

Chapter 5: Suite 313

I opened the door and watched as the thick steam from the bathroom met the cold, air-conditioned temperature of the main space. I took a confident step into the room attempting to completely ignore Karl's presence.

Unfortunately, I couldn't help myself from sneaking a small glance in his direction. But, when my eyes found his, all I could focus on was the stunned look lighting up his features, and the cherry red blush that appeared on his cheeks.

To make matters worse, Karl had already made himself comfortable in his handcrafted bed on the floor. So as I walked right past him from that angle, I knew if he took even a glance up, he would see my entire vagina proudly on display.

I quickly whipped my head back around, trying to avoid eye contact for the remainder of my walk of shame.

However, the sound of Karl clearing his throat from the other side of the room caught my attention. I turned to back to look towards him and noticed he had switched positions to where he was sitting up with his legs crossed over one another, nose buried deeply into a riveting post on Instagram, obviously doing his best to keep me out of his line of sight.

I let out a small sigh of relief at his small act of kindness, as I realized I would be able to keep my decency. So, I focused my attention back on minimizing my embarrassment.

I finally made it to my suitcase and crouched down in front of it before I began to desperately dig for a clean pair of clothes to change into. I swear, I was holding my towel so tight around me I think my blood circulation was beginning to cut off.

I finally located the last piece of clothing I needed before standing up and shuffling back to the bathroom to change.

"God, how can this get any worse?"

As I pulled on my final piece of clothing, I looked up at myself in the mirror and took a long, hard, stare while I wondered what life choices I made to find myself in this situation.

However, the longer I stared, the more I noticed all of the details I tried to ignore about my body.

I hated myself. I hated my body. I have never felt confident in the way I looked, felt, or even acted. I had so many insecurities it was pathetic. And I just paraded one of them in front of my least favorite person on the planet.

I scoffed at my reflection in the mirror as I hugged my arms closer to my body.

"Way to make everything weird Hailey. He's probably even more disgusted with you now than he was before"

I shook my head as the toxic thoughts filled my brain. I knew it wasn't probable, but something about the possibility of Karl finding me revolting started to give me a stomach ache.

Pushing my insecurities aside, I shakily opened the door and marched my way over to the bed, trying to ignore Karl's burning stare at my reappearance.

"Oh wow," I could feel my eyes begin to roll just at the sound of his shrill voice, "So we decided to wear pants this time?"

"Oh shove it Jacobs" I hissed at him, venom lacing my tone.

Stubbornly, Karl refused to meet my stare and continued to botherlessly scroll through Instagram, a cocky smirk plastered on his lips.

I couldn't stand to look at him for a second more. In an act of defiance, I roughly turned off the small lamp that was illuminating the room and flipped over onto the other side of the bed, forcing him to stare at my back.

"Hey" I heard him call out to the dark, annoyance lacing his tone, "Uh, I was kinda using that"

"Yeah? Cry about it" Was the only answer I responded with, before stubbornly closing my eyes and attempting to fall asleep.