Roommates

Roommates (16)

A/N - None of you are probably reading this right now; bet some of you just skip to reading this chapter; anyways... It's my birthday in four weeks!!! (30th October) I can't wait, super excited!!!Wooooohoooo!

Also I'll be on half term on the 24th of October; so I will try to upload at least twice on that week!!

Hasta la vista and enjoy.... no proofreading done.

SMALL CHAPTER BUT NEXT ONE WILL BE INTERESTING!!! SECRETS WILL BE TOLD... DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!!!!

Chapter Fifteen (Rose's P.O.V)

"You're kidding right?" muttered Gina, glaring towards me. "This is all a fucking joke!"

"No it isn't. Rose, come upstairs with me to help me with my outfit, you're probably feeling slightly uncomfortable down here," beckoned Vincent, lightly grabbing my hands and pulling me towards the staircase.

I bit my lip and felt my cheeks heat up into a shade of crimson red. Was it really necessary for him to ask me to join him to his room? Whilst he would be undressing. I giggled slightly; like a three year old girl.

"Something funny?" asked Vincent raising his brow suspiciously.

I blushed a shade darker, "No, nothing," I mumbled. GAH! Could I have been more idiotic?

We reached the top of the stairway and I followed silently behind him.

"Rose?" Vincent called out, quietly.

"Hmm?" I asked, staring at the back of his head, he turned round to face me. I scanned his face carefully, catching sight of all his features. His eyes were a dark shade of blue; his hair was wet covered with sand from the beach, his nose was ever so slightly crooked, but it's hard to notice that minor fault; his cheekbone was bruised and his rosy pink lips had a small cut.

"Do you like me? I mean really, do you? Forget about Lizzie and Gina; forget about our fake relationship. I want to know the truth...do you like me?"

I got caught off guard. Yes. "I don't know, I guess I like you as a friend, no, a best friend." I answered truthfully, the truth is, I liked him a lot. Yes, I think I may be starting to fall in love with him, but I still wasn't one hundred percent sure about my feelings.

"Well, I guess I need to change your mind," he grinned, although I could tell it was just a mask covering how upset he looked.

"I guess you need to do well on the date, put your manly charms on me," I winked.

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We arrived in front of a huge hotel.

"We're going to eat here?" I gasped at the five star hotel. I read the sign which indicated it was called Radisson Blu Plaza Hotel.

"Not only that; I asked Zack if we could stay here for a few days."

"What?" I asked. My first holiday and I was already eating and sleeping at a five star hotel.

"You don't like it?"

"How can you say that? I love it," I ran towards Vincent and hugged him tightly before placing a huge kiss on his cheek. He blushed ever so slightly.

"Wait? What about clothes and stuff?" I asked, looking down at my white dress.

"Don't worry about that, we'll figure something out."

He grabbed my hand as we walked into the hotel.

After we finished the best meal I've had in my whole life, it was time for the bill...

"That will be two hundred and twenty three dollars," replied the waiter looking extremely bored.

"Excuse me?" I choked.

"That will be-" he started until Vincent handed him his credit card and he left.

"Are you crazy? We shouldn't have ate here! Or even bother to sleep here, we should find somewhere cheaper!" I exclaimed, causing some people to turn their heads and stare.

"It's fine Rose," he chuckled, "I've got it."

"But-but-" I stammered.

Just then the waiter arrived and handed Vincent's credit card; he quickly signed the receipt, and stood up taking my hand.

"Vincent," I moaned.

"You can compensate me later," he winked, "Besides, my mission is to make you fall in love with me."

"Fine, I like you. Let's go!" I cheered with way too much enthusiasm.

"Not buying it."

We made our way to the reception, Vincent never letting go of my hand.

"How may I help you?" the receptionist asked, with a huge cheery smile. I doubt she was that happy.

"We would like two studio spa suite - open plan style with lounge room for two adults."

She typed furiously on the keyboard before looking up and smiling again. "How many nights?"

"Three nights," replied Vincent.

"Alright, that will be two thousand five hundred and sixty dollars."

Just as Vincent was about to pay, I interrupted.

"How much will it be for one room instead?" The receptionist looked at Vincent who was staring at me in surprise.

"Just a moment," the receptionist answered.

"That will be one thousand two hundred and eighty dollars."

"We'll take it." I replied, satisfied that I reduced the price by half, but not entirely satisfied about the high price.

"Sure. Here is your keys; enjoy your stay."

"You're not scared sharing a room with me?"

"Please, I live with you and besides we've shared a bed before," I rolled my eyes at his question.

He smiled at my response, "I'm not going to promise that I won't try anything." he whispered sending chills down my spine.

"I won't promise anything either," I flirted back, although I doubt he got the same feeling as I did.

We found our way to our room. I walked in, gob-smacked, the room was amazing, it contained a mini bar, a little lounge section with a plasma tv, a tiny office, and a king sized bed along with aJuliette style balcony and a marbled toilet.

I lay down on the bed.

"This is pure heaven!" I yelled, laughing.

"Sure is," commented Vincent looking at me up and down.

"Perv," I giggled.

"I have to get out of this clothes, they're awfully uncomfortable."

I opened the wardrobe and caught sight of two white bathrobes.

"Help me out of this dress?" I asked Vincent, edging closer to him.

Lightly, he pulled my long hair to the side, and caressed my neck, I felt his hot breath on my throat as he pulled my zip down. His fingers traced my back and stopped.

"Tell me? How did you get those scars?"

~Edited By Silver (silverfires)~