When we were both fully clothed, Owen came towards me with a smile, stopping directly in front of me.
“Goodnight.” He said, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
“Goodnight.” I said with confusion before I watched him walk away from me, and right out of the room.
NINE
“MORGAN ELIZABETH ASTOR!” I yelled, as I barged into her hotel room the same way she'd barged into mine.
“Ronnie! I am so sorry! If I had known-”
“The door was locked!” I said, with frustration.
“I just thought it was jammed or something. I was worried, so I got the key from the front desk.”
“You were worried?” I asked skeptically. “You could have called? Knocked? Bellowed?”
“I know! I'm sorry OK! I just... I had a really bad night, and I needed my bestie.”
I sighed before sitting down on the end of her bed, and patting the space beside me. With a smile she joined me, and then we turned to face each other. I could see now that her mascara was smeared, and her lipstick looked a little worse for wear. Suddenly her messing up my plans didn't seem very significant.
“Did something happen?” I asked, the anger and annoyance dissipating from my tone.
“It turns out my date tonight had a twin brother, and when I wasn't too keen on being shared... things got messy. The bouncer at the bar had to get involved, and even the police showed up.”
“Oh my God! Why didn't you call me?”
“I didn't want to worry you, besides... I knew that you had your date with Owen tonight.”
I reached for her hands, and held them in mine.
“Something like this trumps any dates I'd ever have, do you understand?”
She nodded as a tear slid down her cheek, and I pulled her into my arms for a hug.
“You've got to slow down, Morgan. I know hooking up with all these men may seem exciting, but it's also dangerous.”
“I know.” She sobbed.
“Promise me you'll take things more seriously from here on out?”
“I promise.”
“Good.”
Just then, we heard a loud knock. It sounded as if it were coming from the outside of my hotel room. Morgan, and I stood together before using the adjoining door to head back to my room. Again someone knocked on the door, and checking the time I realized it was nearly midnight. I opened the door slowly, so that I could peek through the crack.
“Owen?” I asked, with curiosity as I allowed him to come inside.
“Sorry to bother you, again.” He said. “My bike's been stolen.”
“What?” Morgan asked, as she reached for his hand. “That's horrible! Why don't you come and sit down.”
She practically dragged him over to the small love seat at the end of the bed, and took the seat directly beside him. She was still holding his hand, when he locked eyes with me. He quickly pulled his hand free from hers, and shook his head.
“The police are on their way, and I just... I thought I could wait here if that's alright?”
“Of course it is!” Morgan said.
“She's right.” I agreed. “You can stay as long as you need.”
“Thanks, Ronnie.”
I smiled before heading towards the bathroom, and locking myself inside. Could anything else go wrong tonight? First Morgan nearly gets assaulted, then I miss out on what could have been an amazing night, and the icing on the cake? The man who would've given me that amazing night was back! With Morgan.
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to get my blood pressure down. She was probably laying it on thick as we speak. Batting her lashes, and crossing her long legs strategically showing a bit of thigh. The woman was sex on legs, and I bet Owen would have no problem sleeping with her tonight. Maybe I should just forget about him? So what if he was the sexiest man I'd ever laid eyes on. I just wanted to use him to scratch an itch, right?
When I exited the bathroom, the two of them were still sitting on the love seat. Just as I thought, her legs were crossed towards him. Her thigh was exposed, and she was twirling the ends of her hair. I rolled my eyes before grabbing my pillow from my bed, and heading towards Morgan's room.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“I'm tired.” I lied, just before closing the door behind me.
I tossed my pillow onto her bed, and gave hers a little shove before climbing under the comforter. I closed my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, but the sound of Morgan's laughter suddenly felt like nails on a chalkboard. Why did I let her railroad me? If I was able to stand up to a man I barely know, and basically demand that he have sex with me... why couldn't I stand up to my best friend?
Throwing the comforter aside, I marched towards the adjoining door with purpose. I didn't bother knocking, or even with a warning. I just pushed right on through, and what I saw when I entered made me absolutely furious. Morgan was straddling Owen on the love seat. His hands were at his sides, but hers were resting on his chest.
She jumped when she saw me, and gave me a small smile. Owen turned his head, and opened his mouth to speak but I held my hand up effectively stopping them both.
“I get it.” I said, as the anger rose inside of me. “She's tall, blonde, and pretty much fucking perfect. If you want to hook up... be my guests, but you aren't doing it in my room.”
“Ronnie, it's not what it looks like.” Owen said, as he gave Morgan a little shove so that she'd climb off of him.
He stood, and I made it a point to notice the lack of erection in his
