Chasing Monte Carlo

The Morning After

The next morning I wake up in a bit of a daze forgetting if the night before was real or just a pigment of my imagination showing my desires in dream form. Until I rolled over. 

On the right edge of the bed was Melanie still sleeping, peace was radiating off her soft body. Her hair a mess, yet still beautiful. Making these observations I hear the hiss of the coffee pot going off. Either the maid or someone is awake.

I grab Melanie's waist to pull her closer to cuddle. But all I feel are soft lumps, and not the one's of a woman. Pulling my cashmere sheets off the bed they reveal a neatly packed row of pillows. Melanie wasn't even here.

I decide to get out of bed to go investigate the noises I heard before. This time though as I grew closer to the kitchen my ears come to understand it isn't just one source of the voice but many. I turn the corner to have my eyes lay on the site of Monte Carlo and my friends laughing and joking, singing along to songs of old times past while cooking breakfast. 

Standing just outside the entrance to the beach house's gourmet kitchen. I take in the view of all the entertainment going on in front of me. Everything seeming to go on in slow motion as I describe the scene. Margarita, Riley, Destiny, and Zayn at the stove and island. Rosie, Shawn on the couch watching the morning news while sipping coffee. But no site of , well as The Monkees put it My Girl.

Scan, scan, scan the room nothing. A slight chill runs down the back of my neck followed by my spine. A warmth falls over me as though the chill were from a sweet mouth. 

"Luke? Snap out of it would ya." I feel the voice behind me.

"Sorry my sweet..." I say as I turn around to see Melanie standing behind me. Her eyes wide with shock. 

Her eyes stared back, beautiful shades of green and hazel swim in her eyes. Sparkling like a diamond wedding ring.

"So what would you like?" Her angelic voice broke through my day dreaming head.

"Want what?" I asked embarrassed I was too distracted to hear her question.

"For breakfast? Eggs? Cereal?"

"Oh um eggs Benedict with pi meal bacon." I answer.

"You know you amaze me. Even for breakfast you ask for the most lavish of things." She said grinning.

"What can I say, I can afford the lifestyle so I live up to it. It's the Bass ways." I say back.

It's true the Bass family have has money for generations. I don't even know the name of a Bass that can't walk into an airport and walk out with owning all the planes if they so chose. 

I watch as Melanie squeezes past me into the kitchen to make us our "lavish" meals. Really I thought I had poored it down when I said I would like those. Guess I give out the impression that I got money and not afraid to use it. After all we are getting to know each other, Melanie and I, might as well let her see a life with me will be a grand one.

"So I know we spent last night and this morning together but we have a day off and thought we should continue this hang out." Rosie suggested.

"I agree, I'm having fun." Margarita chimed in. "But what should we do?"

"How about a scavenger hunt? I have one prepared I've been dying to try out." Rosie practically gleamed saying this.

"Okay I mean I think it sounds fun." Shawn said, I noticed the size of his pupils dilate a bit bigger as he turns his head to face Rosie. A little blush appearing on his cheeks as she smiles at him. Very discreet. 

"Okay well I'll send you all the details through texts. But to make things interesting let's choose different partners than the one we shared a bed with last night. Since I came up with the idea I get to choose first and I choose Luke." Rosie says pointing her finger straight to me as if casting a curse on me. 

A crash from the island is heard, we turn to see Melanie staring down at the pan she dropped. Rage filled her face. I turn my head back to Shawn who I knew could not be taking this news well. And he isn't, his own face filled with red hot anger consumed him. 

I like the idea of new partners, we'll get to bond with everybody. But something tells me there's more up Rosie's sleeve than a scavenger hunt.