Wedding Bell Hell

Chapter Five: Welcome to Rome

Chapter Five: Welcome to Rome

The alarm went off at two o'clock in the morning. I groaned and shoved the pillow over my head. My lame attempt at trying to ignore the loud, obnoxious noise. Ben placed his body on top of mine and tried to remove the pillow.

"Go away." I said, "I'm trying to sleep."

He grabbed it and yanked. My fingers slipped from their death grip and fell beside my head. He grinned at me and leaned down to kiss me softly.

"Time to wake up, sleepy head." He sang. "It's Rome day, and we have an hour to get to the airport for customs."

I groaned again and wrapped my legs around his waist. "I'd rather just lay like this for an hour."

He chuckled and got off of me. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. Since we were packed, the only thing we had to worry about was getting dressed for the plane ride and getting to the airport on time.

As I finished brushing my teeth and hair, I looked over in the direction of Ben. He was in the shower. Clouds of steam billowed up from behind the shower curtain.

"Doesn't Ahren have a private jet?" I asked. "Why couldn't we take that?"

Ben chuckled. "Just because he's rich doesn't mean he has a private jet."

"I know," I sighed. "I just wish we didn't have to be up this early."

Ben peeked his head out of the side of the curtain and smiled at me. He looked excited, like a little kid who was told he could he could have ice cream before bedtime. He winked and then closed the curtain. "You'll be excited one we actually get there. You're just grumpy."

I crossed my arms and leaned my hip against the sink. "I am not grumpy. I'm simply just stating that it would have been easier had Ahren owned a private jet."

"Don't you start talking like not-laid Remi again." He teased. I flipped him the finger even though he couldn't see it. "Go get dressed, babe. Stop being a grumpy-pants."

I laughed and walked back into the bedroom. I wanted to be comfortable instead of looking like I usually do. It's a long flight, not to mention that planes are super uncomfortable after an hour of sitting in one. I decided on light skinny jeans and a black sweater.

Ben walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his hips. I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows at him. He raised his.

"You should just wear that on the plane." I grinned. "If only we had a private jet."

He laughed and dropped the towel, walking into his closet. His ass was something out of this world. I followed him into the closet and slapped it. He turned around and grabbed me by the waist. He flashed me his teeth and leaned down to kiss me.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair and moaned as his tongue met mine. My fingers moved down his neck to his bare, strong shoulders. He groaned and moved his hands to the back of my thighs, hoisting me up. I wrapped them around his waist.

My phone started to ring. I pulled away and groaned. "It's probably Ameliah."

He pulled my face toward his and said, "Ignore it."

We resumed kissing, my hands in his hair and his lips on my neck, lightly biting. I moaned. The phone stopped ringing and he carried me over to the bed and laid down on top of me, running his hands under my shirt and over my bra, his lips never leaving mine. His hands left my breast and moved down to my jeans, his fingers pulling the button open. Just as he was about to pull my zipper down, the phone rang again.