Confessions Of A Man Hater

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The night sky drawn in to my dreams. "Chloe-" said the man, panting and still gasping for air. "Wait-hold on." He took a deep breath and shifted his face into a serious one. Despite the rush of me having to go or else I'll miss my flight ,I stayed. He began to choke some words out. The man out of breath knelt down and pulled something out of his pock-

I heard the faucet came on. I was back into reality. I was awake. The glass door opened. Its was David. It was freaking naked David.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" we both hysterically exclaimed. I gathered the bubbles from the bath tub to cover myself as we stare at each other.

"Out!" I demanded. As he slammed the door. I reached for the bath robe and quickly put it on to confront him. I looked at the bathroom's mirror and untied my hair. I went out of the bathroom and saw him with just a towel covering his lower half, with his hands on his waist.

"What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

"What am I doing here? Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

"Okay-what? I checked in here last night. And I seriously didn't see you in there until this morning."

"I'll call the manager." I went to the living room.

"Why?" he asked.

"You checked in here last night-I checked in here yesterday afternoon. I was here first."

"Hey is everything all right?" a blonde girl with a sweet hungover voice wrapped with bed sheets came with a confused look.

"Oh my god-" I rolled my eyes, feeling like throwing up

"Rebecca could you get your things and go." David commanded.

"Tatiana." she answered.

"Yeah yeah-whatever." The blond girl slipped into her black dress, took her shoes then went out of the door.

"Call me?" The woman asked.

"That's cute, could you go?" he shifted his face back to me, "Look-Chloe right? I booked for this room a week ago how could they give it to somebody else?." He explained. I reached the living room.

"That's why I'm calling the manager to know why this is happening." I called the management and said that they would fix it and would accommodate our concerns immediately. "I can't believe that you had sex in my suite."

"First of all this is not your suite until we know what's going on-"

" Here we go again. I'm pretty sure that this is my suite."

"Are you sure you're in the right room?" he asked me as he followed.

"I'm one hundred percent sure." I kept on walking and he kept following. Then someone on the door knocked. "Hotel Management." They said. We opened the door and saw two guys in a black coat they stared at us as we let them in.

"We are sorry for the inconvinience. The computer showed that this room was booked, but it also showed that it was vacant since the customer who booked is eight hours late. But we also have a policy that the reservation of a room lasts for twelve hours. When Ms. Swanepovel checked in, the receptionist double checked the availability of this room. She knew that this was reserved for Mr was already vacant and gave it to Ms. Swanepovel."

"So what now? Are we going to have our separate rooms?" David asked.

"That's the plan. But unfortunately, we are fully booked. We would find you another hotel, but we can't give any assurance. It's the July 4th and start of summer vacation, it would be hard to get book for a room. Hopefully someone would check out. But in the mean time-this is where you can stay."