𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 (GxG)

One Key?

♕Vanessa's POV♕

I walk sluggishly behind Anastasia as we enter the Carlyle Hotel.

Fashion Week has arrived, so here we are in New York after a long five-hour flight.

I am exhausted.

Although five hours does not seem long, it is when you have to be on a jet at 5 a.m. to make it in time for the first day of Fashion Week.

And I don't even have time to take a nap. I have to go straight to my room, get the key, and get ready.

Meanwhile, Anastasia seems perfectly fine. Still her grumpy self with everyone, except me, of course.

I lean on my elbow that is resting on the counter and close my eyes, thankful that I am wearing my dark shades so people do not think I am some strung-out junkie who stumbled into a five-star hotel.

"One key?"

"There are two rooms. Why am I only being given one key?" I hear Anastasia ask, sounding annoyed.

I keep my eyes closed, figuring it is just a mistake that will get fixed.

There is typing on the computer before I hear a hum.

"I am sorry, ma'am. Only one room was booked under Astor," the guy explains.

"Vanessa," Anastasia calls out.

I slowly open my eyes, glancing between Anastasia and the man behind the desk.

"I booked two rooms. You saw the information," I remind Anastasia tiredly.

She hums and then turns her soft expression into a glare, directing it at the man again.

"I need the other key for the room I paid for," she says, holding out her hand while the guy just looks at her with an apologetic expression.

"Again, ma'am, it says only one room was booked under the name you gave me. Is there a chance the other room is under another name?" he asks gently.

I sigh, shaking my head. "No, they were both under Astor," I tell him and watch as he frowns, checking the computer one more time.

"I paid a lot of money for two rooms, so two rooms is what I shall receive," Anastasia demands sternly.

"Ah, I see the problem," he suddenly says. "Whoever you booked with assigned you a honeymoon suite, and that is also where the money you thought you paid for two rooms went."

I sigh, tired of this bullshit. I just want to fucking sleep.

And I can't do that, even after we figure out this room situation.

"Well, is there any way I can get another room? I will pay," I offer, directing the last part to Anastasia when I see her open her mouth to say something.

She looks over at me with a disapproving gaze, but I ignore it.

The guy hums, typing again before sighing. "It is not a suite-"

"Then she does not need it. She will room with me," Anastasia interrupts, and my wide eyes quickly snap to her.

Though she can't see my reaction because of my glasses.

"No, that's okay-"

"I wasn't asking. Come on. We have things to do," Anastasia huffs, taking the key off the counter and stalking away with our suitcases.

I roll my eyes at her bitchy attitude, say thank you to the man, and quickly follow after my grumpy boss.

"I could have gotten a regular room. It's not that deep," I say once we enter the elevator.