Chapter 21

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It was my intention to take my time getting back to the hotel, to enjoy the weather and use the time alone to clear my head but as I thought about Jared and the idea of seeing him again without the pressure of the girls being there, the more anxious I was to get back. I was only a few blocks from the hotel, literally only about a ten minute walk but because I was so excited to talk to him, I actually debated with myself on whether to hail a taxi to there quicker. By the time I was done debating, I was crossing the street in front of the hotel.

"Welcome back, Miss." the valet greeted me as I walked to the entrance of the hotel, "You look like you're in a hurry!"

I laughed, "I am in a bit of a hurry." I said dashing through the doors he held open, "Have a good night!"

It really did feel like the walk back took forever but in the end it was time well spent. I felt confident in my decision to meet Jared and I did recognize that Ben was right. I get inside my head way too much for my own good. Every single time I do that, I end up with regret. This time was going to be different. I liked Jared a lot and really needed to keep the right perspective so I wouldn't mess this up.

At the very best, Jared and I would have a fun night together, maybe even a morning and hopefully keep in touch in the future. At the very worst, we'd spend the night together have some incredible sex and take it for just that. Even in that scenario, it would easily go down in history as the best weekend fling a girl could ever ask for.   Win win.

As soon as I walked into my room, I kicked my sandals off then threw myself down on the couch. I was still dealing with the remnants of my wine hangover and felt like if tonight was even a tiny bit like last night in Jared's dressing room, I needed a little bit of rest. Before I laid my head down, I grabbed my phone and texted Jared.

I stared at the blank screen, 'Why is this so hard?' I thought to myself. I think I literally sat there for ten minutes trying to figure out what to say. Silly, I know but I was afraid to sound too eager. I'd type out a message, read it, not like it then erase it. Type another and erase that one too.

'This is fucking ridicules.'

Finally, I just did it. I kept it simple and hopefully not too desperate sounding. 

'I'm back from lunch and the girls are on their way home. Looking forward to tonight! 😊 ~ Vivie'

If I sounded like an over zealous fan girl then so be it. I couldn't think anymore.

Laying down, my head had barely hit the pillow when I heard the ping of a new text message.   Reaching for my phone, my hands were trembling. I couldn't even tell you why. In reality, I have already spent quite a bit of time with him so it's not like this is a first date or anything.   We've shared two meals lots of conversation and have already had sex.    I can be such an idiot.

'Pick you up at 6'

I laughed as I read his message. He was clearly a man of few words. Simple and it probably took him two seconds to type out. 

Why couldn't I do that?

Glancing at the time, it was almost four o'clock. I would be cutting it close but I needed a little nap, I could barely keep my eyes open. Naps were always tricky for me but I had to chance it. I'd either wake up feeling like a million bucks, ready to take on the world or like I had been raised from the dead unsuccessfully. I set my alarm for four forty-five, that would give me a little over an hour to get myself ready. Closing my eyes, I prayed I'd feel a refreshed and ready for whatever tonight brings when the alarm went off.

In the end, it wasn't my alarm that woke me up but another text message, this one from Ben.

'Have fun and don't think too much! Let me know how it goes. Love you.'

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