Illusions

8. room

Amira's POV

We finally got to the hotel five minutes ago, and it's almost 12 now.

I'm going to fall asleep standing up if we don't get our rooms soon. 

This hotel is really nice, way better than the places I stay at when I'm here. 

The downside is that Roman's here with me, but oh well. 

I look up at the ornate dome ceiling with intricate gold detailing which matches the interior of the rest of the place. 

He is a billionaire.

"Sir, Ma'am," a receptionist calls, "I can help you now."

We walk up to the desk and the man greets us with a smile.

"Can I get a first and last name?"

I look at Roman, who's almost asleep, and watch him process what the man just said.

"Sir, the name on the reservation is Roman Sokolov."

The receptionist types something into his computer.

"You both are all set, enjoy your stay here!"

He hands me the key cards and I realize there's only one room. 

I turn back to him.

"Does this room have two beds?"

He shakes his head.

"Sorry ma'am, the booking was made for a room with a king-sized bed," he says with his best customer service smile, "and unfortunately we are fully booked tonight because there's a large event here tomorrow and as a result, all of the guests will be staying with us."

Fuck.

"Okay, that's fine thank you so much, sir!"

I pull Roman's sleeve and we walk to the elevator to get to our room. 

The elevator ride is silent because we're both about to fall asleep. 

I still have to open my suitcase and dig stuff out to get ready for bed.

"Fuck."

"What is it, Roman," I ask, looking at him through the mirrors of the elevator, "what's wrong?"

His dark eyes pierce mine.

"I think I booked a room with one bed."

I can't help but laugh.

"The receptionist already told us that, smartass."

He rolls his eyes and the elevator dings to signal that we're on our floor. 

I step out quickly and lead him to our room. 

"Can you sleep on the floor, please?"

I glare at him and fumble with the key to open the door.

"Hurry the fuck up."

This man.

I exhale and finally get the door open, and then I slam it shut on Roman before he can get in.

He starts knocking and quietly yelling at me to let him in.

"Say you're sorry, right now."

I hear him sigh.

"I'm sorry."

The door miraculously opens at his apology.

He stands in front of me and shuts the door behind him. I look up at him and he's already glaring at me.