3 - Like Cats and Dogs
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Dafne White’s POV
"...Don’t look at me like that; I don’t know how we ended up here either."
Neither do I. I barely remember leaving the room, and then nothing.
"This can’t be; we didn’t...?" He shrugs nonchalantly.
I look around the room, and it’s mine. It’s a disaster; it looks like a hurricane hit it.
God! I had s*x with this stranger.
I pull the sheet tighter around me.
"Wait, don’t leave me exposed like this." He tries to cover himself with his hands.
"Don’t be a pervert," I exclaim, covering my face with the sheets.
"Me? You touched me while I was still asleep."
"For being asleep, you were very excited," I snap, annoyed.
"That’s natural. If I wasn’t, you should be worried." I frown, horrified.
"It’s impossible that I slept with you; I can’t stand you." He mocks me and still doesn’t get dressed.
"It’s impossible that we didn’t sleep together because look how radiant you are. That only happens when I give someone a dose of me. Clearly, I did it well, and the result is right there," I gape in horror.
"You’re vulgar."
"Vulgar would be saying you’re probably feeling sensitive after the amazing s*x I gave you," I throw a pillow at him.
"Get dressed and get out of here." He rolls his eyes.
"I don’t know where my clothes are. You can’t kick me out; that’s rude. My head hurts." He sits on the bed, covering his lap with the pillow.
"Okay, let’s try to remember what happened last night." I sit on the bed, trying to stay calm.
"Nothing crazy; we probably danced and came to the room, very drunk, obviously. But it must have been really good because we can’t even find our clothes. We must have been really desperate." I swallow hard.
I lock eyes with him. His sly smile makes me huff.
He’s arrogant, but that seems to be what happened. I won’t say whether it was good or bad because I don’t remember, but judging by the soreness between my legs, it must have been intense.
I can’t believe I don’t remember anything.
"I guess it was the alcohol." He nods calmly.
"There are my boxers." He gets up, and I see his whole backside.
It’s not a bad backside at all.
Dafne, keep your composure!
He gets dressed as he finds his clothes. However, I can’t find my dress, so I get up to look for something in my suitcase.
"I’m going to take a shower."
"Should I join you?" I roll my eyes, and he laughs.
"Just..." I shake my head and head into the bathroom.
I come out of the shower feeling refreshed. I drank a lot; I can’t remember the last time I did that.
I step out of the bathroom and see him with a huge cart full of food.
"They brought it and said: ‘For the couple.’" He says, as surprised as I am. "I must have ordered it yesterday. I knew you’d need energy." I burst out laughing.
"You really are the most arrogant person I’ve ever met." He clicks his tongue and smiles with amusement.
"Mind if I use your shower?" he asks, and I sigh, sitting on the bed.
He goes into the bathroom, and I start eating a little. I’m starving, like I haven’t eaten in days.
My legs hurt, and I saw some marks in the shower, which I won’t mention because it would only inflate his ego.
We end up having breakfast together after his shower, pretending to be two very civilized people.
When we finish, we realize neither of us has the key to his room, nor do we have our phones or wallets.
We have to go to the cruise reception to see if our belongings are there.
What a disaster.
"You’ve been a very bad influence on me." I complain as we leave my room.
"I could say the same because I would never drink so much that I wouldn’t remember. Although, maybe… if I look at you a little, I might remember." I turn my head.
"Behave." He laughs as I open the door and see people coming out of their rooms with their luggage. I spot the people who were in the room next to mine.
"Next time, I’ll ask to be placed far from young couples. I didn’t sleep at all last night. How is it possible for someone to scream so loudly?" I look at Bruce.
"I told you, it’s impossible that you didn’t have a good time." I press my lips together, embarrassed.
"It must be a mistake. I’m not loud; it was probably the TV." He laughs.
"You wouldn’t be with others because maybe they don’t know how to handle you." I shake my head and walk down the hall.
"Let’s go get our things." On the way, I see a young man giving information to everyone.
I approach, hoping he knows where our stuff is.
"Hello, excuse me..."
"Room 18 and 17?" he asks, looking at Bruce and me.
"That’s right."
"Your belongings are already at reception. When you’re ready, you can pick them up. We’ll be arriving in 20 minutes." I look at Bruce. "Here’s your room key, sir." He takes it.
"I need to pack."
"I don’t have much to pack, but I need to get dressed." We walk to our rooms.
"I’ll see you downstairs at reception." I head back into my room.
I pack everything quickly and head out to the lounge, where we all wait to disembark.
I stand there with my suitcase in hand.
"You’re trying to avoid me until we disembark." I smile and roll my eyes.
"I don’t need to. Once we’re off, this will just be one wild night." He nods, and we see people starting to disembark because we’ve arrived.
We wait until most people are off, and then we walk to the exit, where we hope to recover our belongings.
"Hi, yesterday… we left our belongings." They nod and start searching the counter.
"Here you go." I take my things and look at Bruce.
"I hope it was an unforgettable night, Dafne." I smile.
"Same for you, Bruce. I’d say it was a pleasure, but I don’t want to boost your ego too much." He laughs, and I walk away.
"Thanks." He says, and I turn to look at him. "For the ticket."
"It was nothing."
I walk along the pier, smiling because this was a great adventure. I can’t complain.
I get into a taxi to head home. I check my wallet and freeze when I find a diamond ring inside—one that I’m sure fits perfectly on my finger.
What is this?
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