Love Lost

2 Chance Encounters

The man that is clearly agitated walks up to me. He is about 6 foot, a good few inches taller than me in my heels. He has messy hair from why I assume was him trying to dry it before coming out of the bathroom. His eyes are a bright blue though, I'm surprised they aren't red. His chest has a few beads of water running down it before disappearing further down his muscles form. My cheeks blush, as I just realize I haven't turned around or left what appears to be his suite. Before I can step out the door he speaks to me.

"Wait, I'm calling the receptionist." He says simply. He must have noticed my key card in my hand while I was too busy drooling over him instead of moving to leave or do anything else. He also must have spoken to the lady downstairs why I still couldn't do much more than blink and drool some more. "One moment please," He says as he steps back into the bathroom while grabbing his sweatpants from the bed. A moment later he steps back out, still without a shirt.

A soft knock and opening of the door. The receptionist from downstairs comes in. Her face pink with embarrassment. I hand her my key card before taking the new one from her. "I'm so sorry to have done this, Mr. Black. I swear I didn't know you were in this suite, it showed up as empty. But I didn't notice the note to leave it empty until you called." She says quickly, like a child being chastised. Then she leaves the room without another word.

I turn and leave as well, again apologizing. Though this time it wasn't my carelessness that had caused this to happen. Though in all honesty, the woman missing the note wasn't that big of a thing. But it made me wonder if any other note would be not seen as well. I hope not.

I bring my stuff across the hall to the new room and call out before entering. Just in case. When no one replies, I walk in turning the lights on the room. Bringing my stuff to the closet, I just wheel them in for now. I also place the bag of shoes in there as well. I place my laptop on the desk in the corner before landing face first in the king sized bed. I kick my heels off and bury my face into the pillows. Unpacking can happen after. Right now I need to ugly cry and try to figure out what I am going to do.

I feel like I have cried for hours but who knows how much time has passed, though it looks like it's starting to get darker outside. So it must be close to six o'clock at night. Then I hear my phone going off, I had it set to beep for notifications and ignore calls since I was going to see Drew. I pull it out of my purse that is beside me and shift in the bed to get a bit comfier before facing whatever waited for me on my phone. Swiping my phone to unlock, I saw I had missed a bunch of calls from Drew from his cell and work number. I also missed one from my sister, as well as my mother. I didn't bother checking the voicemail and switched over to my messages. Drew's conversation was bolded showing new messages. As well as Shyla. Ignoring her messages for now, I click on his though I'm not sure what possessed me to even look.

Allie, I can explain.

Allie, Why won't you answer your phone?!

Allie, we should be able to talk about this like adults.

Allie, I understand you are mad. We didn't want you to find out this way. I've been in love with her for months and I just didn't know how to call it off. That's why our marriage wasn't legalized.

Allie, I'll give you space now but tomorrow I expect you to answer me. We have a lot to talk about.

The last message irritated me. As I went to close out of messages, Shyla's pops up by accident.

I knew you would act like this. This is why I told him to just call off the wedding. But he was too worried to break your heart. Didn't you realize when he didn't touch you on your honeymoon that something was up? Whatever it's out in the open now. Mom knows as well. She told me she had a feeling at the wedding. Anyway... I'm supposed to mention you answering Drew. But honestly I don't care if you do or don't.

I feel the tears streaming down my face once again and without thinking I throw my phone across the room. Though I don't have it in me to pick it up. I curl up on my side and let myself cry some more before drifting off to sleep.

After a couple hours, I wake up not realizing where I am. After a moment everything comes back. I don't feel like I have any more years to cry at the moment, so I clean myself up. If you look closely you can tell I'm beyond tired, but otherwise I look fine.

I stare at myself in the mirror, my reddish brown hair is put up in a bun. A few fly aways stick out, randomly. My hazel eyes look more grey than any other color. My eyes travel down my body, I am curvy and I'm dressed to hide it a bit more than I normally would. Again his preference for most things. I shake myself out of thinking about him. I take the outfit off and leave it on the floor to deal with later.

I decide to shower, since I'm already in the bathroom and then walk to the closet in a towel. I grab one of my everyday outfits I packed. a pair of jeans that hug my hips and a**. As well as a long sleeve red shirt that shows a peek of my chest through the criss cross fabric by the neck. The red of the shirt makes my hair look more red, which is why I love it so much.

I head down the elevator and head to the bar across the road from the hotel. Another reason I picked this location. I walk directly to the bartender and order a drink. I want to numb myself for now. I will deal with life tomorrow, for now I just want to forget. I ordered something fruity and a shot of the same alcohol. I took the shot quickly before asking for another, then sipped on my drink as I waited. I did another two shots and got another fruity drink. I could already feel the buzz from the drinks.

I tried to not get lost in my head and was failing horribly until the guy I keep running into steps up to the bar. He orders his drink before noticing me. I look away, a blush coming up my face as I can still see the image of him in just a towel flash in my head. I press my thighs together slightly to ease the neediness I can feel.

His smirk tells me he remembers too. After he receives his drink, he asks if I was to join him at his table. Knowing I'm already probably too drunk. I accept to move away from the bar, as well as to follow him. My body definitely likes what it has seen so far. "I keep running into you. I don't believe you are stalking me but I'm guessing fate must be giving me a sign I missed the first two times."

His smile makes him look more handsome. He has dimples on his cheeks and his eyes get darker as they look over me. The way he looks at me, makes me feel like I wore a towel down here instead of the clothes I have on.

"I don't mean to be bold and blunt. But I'm not having the best day and right now I need a distraction. Do you think you could help?" I ask.

Buzzed apparently had no filter or care. When his eyes grow darker I know his answer before he takes my hand after downing his drink. He pulls me along with him to the elevator at the hotel. As we wait for it, his hand goes to my neck and looks at my eyes to see if he can tell if this is what I really want. After a moment, I push up on my tippy toes and my lips meet his. The kiss is soft at first and then as we continue to kiss they get more despite.

By the time the doors to the elevator open, we are both panting. He pulls me into the elevator with him and then he lets one of his hands travel to my hip to pull me closer. I moan into his mouth as the elevator dings and reaches our floor. We stumble our way to his door, he leans against it for a moment pulling away from our kiss. He looks at me again.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asks as he opens the door. Leaving it open, he doesn't move and he waits for my answer. I smile up to him before pushing him into his room and closing the door behind us with my foot.