An unforgettable night
843 Words
INT. HOTEL LOBBY – NIGHT
The soft glow of chandeliers lit up the grand hotel lobby as Amanda and Alex walked through the doors, tension thick between them. Amanda’s heels clicked with purpose against the marble floors while Alex trailed a few steps behind, hands in his pockets, jaw tight.
They approached the front desk.
Amanda (firmly):
“We need room 203.”
The receptionist, a young man in a sharp suit, smiled politely.
Receptionist:
“I’m sorry, that room is taken tonight, but it will be available tomorrow.”
Amanda (taken aback):
“What? Are you sure?”
Receptionist (curious):
“Yes, ma’am. May I ask… why that room specifically?”
Alex (stepping forward, tone icy):
“Why does it matter to you?”
Amanda immediately placed a hand on his chest, stopping him with a forced smile.
Amanda (sweetly):
“Sweetheart. Calm down.”
She turned back to the receptionist, adjusting her tone into something softer, more vulnerable.
Amanda:
“My husband proposed to me in that room. It’s… sentimental.”
There was a moment of silence. The receptionist’s eyes softened.
Receptionist:
“Ah. Then I understand. I’ll make sure it’s ready for you tomorrow. For tonight, would you like a different room?”
Alex (dryly):
“One room?”
Amanda (without hesitation):
“Yes. One is fine.”
INT. HOTEL ROOM – MINUTES LATER
The heavy door clicked shut behind them.
The room was elegant—dimly lit, with a king-sized bed, drinks on ice, and a single red rose on the pillow.
Alex (raising an eyebrow):
“One room? Really?”
Amanda threw her purse on the armchair and casually walked toward the window, drawing the curtains open. The city lights glowed in the distance.
Amanda (coolly):
“What else were we going to do? Ask for two rooms and look suspicious?”
She turned around slowly, arms crossed.
Amanda (teasing):
“Unless… you’re afraid you’ll be tempted.”
Alex (smirking as he removed his jacket):
“Me? Tempted by you?”
He stepped closer.
Amanda (challenging):
“Yes.”
Alex (laughing dryly):
“Never.”
She laughed softly, turning her back to him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Amanda:
“Fine. Then it won’t be a problem.”
She grabbed her clutch.
Amanda (glancing at him):
“I’m going out.”
INT. HOTEL BAR – LATER
Amanda sat alone at the bar, twirling the straw in her drink . Her eyes were tired. The weight of loss and revenge hovered over her, but for one moment, she let herself breathe.
Then, a man slid into the seat beside her—lean, smug, and uninvited.
Man (leaning in):
“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t drink alone.”
Amanda (annoyed):
“I’m not interested. Move along.”
He chuckled, ignoring her words, placing a hand on her thigh.
Before Amanda could slap it away, a sharp voice cut through the room.
Alex (coldly):
“She said leave her alone. Didn’t you hear?”
Amanda turned. Alex stood behind her, jaw clenched, fists tight.
Man:
“And who the hell are you?”
Alex (darkly):
“I’m her husband.”
Then came the punch—swift, brutal. The man stumbled back, nose bleeding.
Alex:
“Touch her again, and I’ll break more than your pride.”
The man fled. Amanda blinked, stunned.
Amanda:
“Husband? Wow. Say it again.”
Alex (snapping):
“They were going to hurt you! You think I’d stand there and let it happen?”
She stood and faced him, fire in her eyes.
Amanda (softly):
“You were scared for me… You care.”
She stepped closer.
Amanda (whispering):
“Admit it, Alex Halton… You like me.”
Alex (quietly, stepping in):
“You drive me insane.”
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. Their lips crashed together—hungry, fierce, electric.
Amanda kissed him back like she’d been waiting forever. The weight of grief, fury, and desire collided in that one moment.
When they pulled apart, breathless, Alex looked her dead in the eyes.
Alex (hoarsely):
“I don’t know what this is… but it’s dangerous.”
Amanda:
“You’re right… we’re impossible. The two of us…”
She kept walking ahead in silence—until she suddenly tripped.
Alex instantly caught her in his arms. Without a word, he lifted her bridal-style and carried her into the hotel room.
He gently placed her down on the bed.
Half-asleep and vulnerable, Amanda reached out and grabbed his hand.
Amanda (murmuring):
“Don’t leave…”
Alex stood still.
A storm was brewing in his chest.
He wanted to stay.
He wanted to protect her.
But the moment he started to feel close, his walls came up.
The truth was simple—
She deserved better.
Better than a man whose world was soaked in blood, betrayal, and bullets.
Alex (in his thoughts):
“Where your world begins, mine ends. I can’t let anything happen to you. I won’t. That’s why I need to keep you away… from me.”
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