Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 15 - But I ended up with the beast.

"I had my secretary quickly change the booking after you finalized so I'm not sure how the living arrangments are going to be," Tyson warned Mason.

"I don't care at this point, I just want to go to bed," I commented honestly, eavesdropping on their conversation and starting to feel my fever rise again.

"I'm just hungry as hell but it is nearly midnight," Mason told me after checking his watch. "Seriously?" I asked astonished. 

"Hey, we're all hungry here! No one's had anything since lunch except for wine." Vanessa argued touching her tummy.

I chuckled, "I didn't mean that. I was talking about the time. Let's just go inside."  We walked into the grand and lavishly furnished lobby. But I wasn't paying attention to that. My eyes were on the check-in counter line-up. "It's nearly midnight and there's still at least eight people in line!" I groaned. 

"Well Sarah, this is where money helps." Mason smirked before talking to the bellman. I rolled my eyes at him flaunting his power. 

However, it did seem to work because within minutes the manager walked out with a large smile on his face. "Wilsons, welcome! It's a pleasure to have you at our resort. I see that you've rented our private connected penthouses. In total, there's 32,000 square feet of space separated into two suites by a main connecting door. Each suite has a spacious living space,  a personal hot tub in a luxurious bathroom, a balcony overlooking our famous beach and of course a marvelous bedroom." He listed while maintaining his professional demeanor. "Oh and a shared kitchen with all the best equipment. Hopefully, that'll work?" He said with a little less confidence. 

"Yes, that's no problem. We'll be getting room service or eating at the restaurants anyways." Tyson dismissed.

"In that case, we have five restaurants,  two bars, and an exclusive club all on our resort." Not wasting a second to respond. This guy sure seemed proud of this resort. But I mean who wouldn't be? Really. He didn't seem that old probably just a couple years older than Tyson. He's got a pretty successful career.

"Wait, did you say one bedroom in each suite?" Mason suddenly questioned with his brows knit together. 

The colour on the manager's face drained before he quickly scanned his eyes across the paper in his hand. "Sorry my mistake, one suite has two bedrooms." 

"There should be two bedrooms in each suite," Mason growled.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir but that's all I have at the moment and that's what was booked." He quietly muttered, his forehead suddenly beaded with sweat.

"That's perfect!" I cheered before Mason exploded at anyone, especially the manager. He looked at me strangely. I glanced over at Vanessa for some help by widening my eyes to express that this was a do or die situation.

She got the hint, "Yeah that's perfect. Sarah and I will share one bedroom and you two brothers can have your own beds in the neighboring suite." 

"I can't believe this happened. Are you sure you two can manage to share a bed?" Tyson asked cautiously. 

Ah, privilege problems. 

"Of co-" Vanessa started before being interrupted by the manager.

"If the problem is with sharing the bed, I'm sure I can get an extra bed brought into your suite."

"That won't-" I'd started before being interrupted this time by Mason.

"Yes, that's the least you could do I suppose."

I rolled my eyes, "What he means is thank you. But we wouldn't want to inconvenient you at this time. How about tomorrow? We'll be perfectly fine with sharing a bed tonight." I reassured the manager. While Vanessa nodded behind me.