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I shoved my face into the pillows, away from his towering body as he tried to reach under me. 

"Get off, please," I begged, feeling uncomfortable. I didn't know if this was his fun and games but I did not want to continue it any further. Shoving his body back with my shoulder, I lifted my body up a little and reached for my phone. I chucked it at him, thumping against his stomach.

"You didn't have to make things to hard," he said as he leaned down to kiss my on my forehead. I cinched my forehead in disgust. I turned my back to him and closed my eyes, wanting to drown myself.

I felt him lay down next to me, and I moved closer to the edge of the bed. God knows what he would do on my phone, what personal things he would uncover. 

...

"Gianna, wake up." 

I felt someone pushing me. I slowly opened my eyes, remembering where I was. How long was I asleep for? My heart started beating faster as I remembered we had to leave at ten. What time was it now?

I rubbed my eyes so I could see clearer. Justin as standing beside me, a black duffle bag hung on his shoulder. 

"Let's go," he urged, pulling on my arm. He grabbed my hand and guided me through the house, back to my Audi.

I checked my pockets, searching for my keys. Of course I didn't have them. I looked up at him, my keys and phone in hand. Of course.

He opened the passenger door for me. I shook my head, still bitter. One nice gesture could not overweigh the trauma I had experienced in one day. 

We drove for around twenty minutes before he pulled into a nice hotel, nothing like the motel I had seen him at earlier this morning. It was called The Marriott. 

The man at the front receptionist desk greeted us cheerfully, contrasting my irritated mood. 

Justin ordered for a single room, to which I hesitated. I interrupted, asking for two rooms. 

Confused, the man looked between us both, his smile never faltering. I wish I could have ripped his smile away, how could he be so happy all the time. 

"Excuse my wife, we'll take one room," apologized Justin, pushing my stomach gently to move me behind him. Enraged, I waited by the elevators and as he handled the unfinished business. 

Tears started to build up in my eyes and I wiped them away quickly. I don't know why I'm getting so emotional. I had no where to go anyways, no family, no friends to be with. 

Justin took long strides towards me, resting his hand on my back. He pressed the second floor button and waiting for the doors to close before turning to me.

"Why are you girls always crying, I haven't even done anything yet," he breathed out, almost scared to target me.

I pushed his hands away from me, storming out of the elevator before stopping for him. I looked like an idiot— I didn't even know where our room was. 

I heard him sigh as he turned to the right, walking all the way down to the end of the hallway. He opened the door, letting me go in first. 

The sight of the room irritated me even more. Rose petals on the floor leading to the bed. Did he think this was a joke?

"Where's the sofa bed," I asked him with all seriousness. I was not going to spend the night in the same bed as him, knowing his intentions. 

"You're sleeping on the bed," he answered calmly, unpacking his bag on top of the desk. 

"I know, you're sleeping on the sofa bed," I explained, causing him to chuckle. 

"Okay, I'll sleep on the imaginary sofa bed," he muttered.

I lifted the covers on the bed with all my might, letting all the petals fall to the ground. 

"Hey, that cost me an extra twenty dollars," he joked, falling on top of the bed, the covers being ripped from my hands. He spread his hands out, taking up the entire bed. 

I sat on the desk chair,  putting my hair in a bun to get it out of my face. I shoved my hands in my pockets, hoping to warm them up. My feet rested on top of the desk, and I looked outside the hotel window into the dark nothingness. I was exhausted. I zoned out.

"You're so beautiful Gi," I heard Justin say, breaking me away from my trance.




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