Five Star Hotel

4. That Night

This chapter picks up from the night of the bridal shower. The last chapter wasn't necessary it was just an... extra. I like writing in both point of views.

I stirred in my sleep looking for the blankets. Hotel air conditioning could make you feel like you were in Antarctica. My nose and hands were blocks of ice. And even with my eyes closed, the sun still seeped through my eyelids.

The blankets were nowhere to be found. I must've been laying on top of them, so I rolled over until I hit something solid. Solid and warm.

I let out a sigh preparing myself for more sleep when the sickening scent of tequila invaded my poor nose, causing my stomach to turn.

I burrowed my face deeper into the solid warmth besides me and this time I smelled aftershave and cologne which I happily welcomed.

But then I realized that the only reason why I would be smelling a man is if a man was in bed with me... I bolted up right out of bed, worried I did something really, really stupid, but it was only him. Him, the man who I partied with last night. The man who's first name was still a mystery to me. We didn't really talk, we drank and danced. It was purely fun... well at the time that is, but now I wasn't so sure.

The only man I ever woke up next to was Nick and I knew Nick. I knew his first name and last name. We started out as friends, then we began to date, so yes we knew each other very well. Even with all of that background I still didn't give it up to him right away.

I poked the stranger on his side. He let out a little snore that was pretty adorable. No! Bad girl! I scolded myself. "Hey! Wake up!" I said in a whispery-yell. The type of whisper my mother used at lunch the other day.

He opened his eyes slowly. Too slowly considering the fact that my mother was right next door and would probably begin knocking any minute now. "You need to go." I said quietly. "My mom is literally right next door."

The stranger just stared at me. I probably looked like a mess right about now, but his stare didn't show that. He didn't give me that ew-what-happened-to-you look I usually have myself in the mornings.

Eventually he regained his senses and sat up, rubbing his head. "Okay, okay." He mumbled standing from the bed. "Where is my jacket? And shoes?"

I got up to help him look when I heard a knock at my door. "Sky! Your mom told me to drop this dress off for you. Open the door." It was Nick.

"Wait a second." I was beginning to panic, but then the little devil on my shoulder appeared and a light bulb went on in my head. I casually opened the door for Nick while the stranger sat on the bed. Perfect.

"Here you–" He stopped talking, suddenly realizing that I wasn't alone. "Hi. I'm Nick. Nick Green." He extended his hand to the Italian who gave it a firm shake.

"Dante." He had a husky voice. Maybe it was because he had just woken up. "You're name is Sky?" Dante asked as if that was the weirdest thing a person could be named. He completely ignored Nick which I liked. He really was just a little insignificant piece of–

"You guys don't know each other's names?" Nick asked, mortified.

I smiled as I took the long dress that was wrapped in a plastic bag out of his hands and then lead him out of my room. I knew he would never tell a soul about what he saw. Nick liked to push the things that bothered him off to the side, out of sight out of mind. If he did mention this to anyone, even though Dante and I didn't do anything, it would be talked about for weeks to come.

"Sky?" He asked again, not giving a single f@ck about what had just happened, not understanding what an accomplishment I considered it.

"Skyla!" I snapped. "My name is Skyla! Is it really that bad of a name?" I felt bad for being so rude to him, but in my defense his reaction to it was also kind of rude.