Marriage with 'The Beast'

Chapter 17 - But I don't hate you.

By the time we were out of the spa I felt like a completely different person.
 As light as a feather with the massages, body wraps, facials, and nails.
Now I understood why our mom had her pamper days so frequently.
 "Oh my gosh, we are going to be late! Vanessa yelled when she saw the clock in the main lobby. "Quickly get in the elevator!" She added rushing through the small hallway.

"What time is it?" I asked calmly, not wanting to stress myself out after all this.

"Just past six and the boat's going to leave at seven. I didn't think this was going to take this long!" She said hurriedly before pressing the penthouse button at least ten times.

"That's not going to make it go any faster," I commented coolly, pretending to check my nails out.  She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her feet instead. I sighed.

The door finally opened to reveal Mason sitting on the couch in his boxers. I instinctively shut my eyes, even though I'd seen him looking basically the same a couple of hours ago on the beach. Don't be a little girl, open your eyes.

"Oh sorry, we were running late so we took the elevator," Vanessa explained awkwardly. He had a little tint to his cheeks, am I seeing things?

"Oh yeah, the dinner. Um, I was just getting dressed, but I got a call." He justified setting his cell phone down. We nodded and practically ran towards the door to our suite.

"Well that was awkward," she giggled before quickly sobering up as we walked into our room.  There was another large king sized bed now sitting right beside the one we were sharing. 

"When they said that they would bring a bed into the room, I thought it would be a lot smaller," I said amused at the two beds side to side. "Six people could easily sleep on that."

"But the obvious question is, how they heck did they get that thing in here?" She shook her head in disbelief until she felt herself getting sidetracked. "We'll deal with that later! You have to get dressed!"

"Oh yeah, what are you wearing? I feel like something fun and patterned." I told her, trying to figure out how formal this was going to be.

"Yeah, that sounds great. Just keep in mind that we've got half an hour! Do your make-up and just leave your hair in the waves." She instructed before pulling out dresses. "Ooh this is fun, and purple looks good on you!" She added before pulling out a two piece outfit.

"You're not even ready yet!" I exclaimed, before checking the time: 6:38. 

"Yeah, you leave! Get there and tell them to wait for five minutes if I'm running late!" She said before taking her sweet time straightening her hair.

"Vanessa, your hair is fine! I don't understand why you even bother doing it!" 

"Hey! My hair is very important to me! It has to be perfect. Five minutes tops. Just go!" I rolled my eyes at her ridiculous obsession with having the perfect hair before taking my key card and leaving.

In the lobby, I saw Mason leaning on a wall checking his watch. His physique was on display in a tight fitted black dress shirt and matching dress pants. "Where's Tyson?" I asked him rather softly.

"He's still in the room." He huffed.

"Please don't tell me,"

"Hair," We synchronized. I laughed, shaking my head. "They really are meant to be."

"Vanessa?" He asked confused.

"Hair," We synchronized again before laughing. "It's quarter to seven, we've got to go there and delay the yacht," Mason suggested. I nodded in agreement before we asked the bellman to get us a ride.