Intoxicated In His Love #Wattys2015

Chapter 26

Aliyah's Pov

I'm so embarrassed right now, I can't believe what I just did 5 minutes ago. I freaking farted 20 times in front of a Hollywood star! Am I ladylike? Nope. Ladylike my asshole, in my squad none of us are 'ladylike' in fact were more on the manly side. We ain't tomboys though. But still as Aila's quote we got to be "Classy, sassy and a little bit of badassy," this women comes up with crazy quotes but this ones good. I open the door to our hotel room and the only one here is Piri. Sound asleep. Of course she needs her stupid beauty sleep or else migraines will knock on her head and enter without permission. I should really text Ryan, etiquettes.

Me: hey, umm pls forget about tonight. I swear I didn't mean to let them out like that

I really hope I didn't scare him off. Like that's not man like if he gets scared of my farts. He did want to use it as a perfume though. Plus point. After marriage we wouldn't have to waste money on colognes for him, money saver. After 5 minutes my phone finally rings.

Ryazan: haha no worries it happens to the best of us

Whew thank god. Ryazan is a short name for Ryan Guzman, like I can't type his full time. Very much time consuming. Okay well I like that name so. After changing into my fluffy tinker bell pj's I make my way into my bed and start watching some murder show. I hear a movement and quickly hide my phone and pretend to sleep. After a few seconds I realize this ain't my house, I'm in a hotel so my mom can't come in here. I continue with my murder show. This shows getting real boring, and I'm starving.

"Hello? Room service?"

"Yes ma'am how may I help you?"

"Can you please send a chocolate sundae, pizza and some chips?"

"Sure ma'am it'll be there in 10,"

"Okay hurry,"

They better bring me delicious sundae and deliciously made pizza. Or else imma take the bathroom slipper and go bang it on their heads.

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Fiz's Pov

I'm getting really bored in this room alone and it's only 1am. Like why did I lock myself in this room? Slowly I open the door and peak outside. All I see is Steven watching some football game and eating all kinds of junk food. Just at the sight of the food my stomach growls. Shit. With my head held high I walk towards the food and sheepishly grab half the food pretending I don't see him. He's giving me a death glare probably because I'm standing right in front of the tv, I look behind and I surely am. Trying my hardest not to laugh I keep standing there. Ah man this cookie dough ice-cream is blessed.

"Will you move your fatass? I'm trying to watch tv here," he yells.

"Try again," I tell him.

"If I try again that'll be me kicking you out of my house," he says smirking.

"Try,"

"You really don't want to go there," he says in a very serious tone. Ha bitch doesn't know me. He gets up and grabs my arm and starts tugging at it. I stay glued to my spot. He pulls a little harder, again I don't budge.

"Are you a fucking bulldozer?" he asks me seriously. I wipe my hands on my pants and swaying my ass I shut the door to his room satisfied. Being a wrestler comes in handy sometimes.

I lay down on his comfy ass bed and after about 30 minutes I start to doze off. Until some dumbass starts knocking on the door. Ughhh my life.

"WHAT?" I yell.