doubt that would go down too well in this public reception. Once I know everyone will have settled in, I’ll go to my room.
Where does this go from here? I mean, Stacy is still here, she’s due to stay with us for the entire trip. Will Oliver arrange another room for her? Have they broken up? Is she going to want to be here? I wouldn’t if I was her. Oh please god, let her go home or somewhere else. I don’t know what to do with myself. I owe her such a huge apology but she’s going to hit me again. I know I hate the bitch but I still feel so bad for her… she must be so upset. I’m such a cow. A nasty, adulterous cow. Ugh.
A little time passes and I feel slightly safer going to my room. It takes me a short while to get there - this place is huge! But by the time I find my door right at the end of the hallway, I open it and step inside.
I slowly put by bag down and close the door as I look around. It’s beautiful, an absolute haven… soft ivories and champagnes, incredible bright flowers and the twin aspect, enormous windows offering the most breathtaking view of Las Vegas and the incredible mountain scenery behind it. This feels like I have stepped into a big hug, so warm and comforting - my place to escape the madness of what’s happening right now.
I step over to one of the floor to ceiling windows and gaze out, thinking about Oliver. Why did he do that? Just… why? He could have just shaken his head and ignored her craziness, then dumped her in the traditional, more acceptable way, rather than telling her his BFF has sucked him off and it was nothing like ‘putting it in a wet sock’. Of course the good news is, my bjs aren’t like putting it in a wet sock. Phew.
I am interrupted by the phone in my room ringing. What now? Can’t I just wallow on my own? Of course, me being me, I have to answer it. I can’t possibly have the person on the other end ignored. Oh holy fuck, what if it’s Steaming Stacy. No! It’s not going to be Stacy. If she wants to contact me, she’ll come to my door and attack me. Maybe with a weapon this time. Psychopath .
“Hello?” I ask, nervously.
“Hiya, doll. You okay? Why did you run off like that? And what the fuck is up with Olly and Stacy? We came back to the car and everyone was acting weirdly.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” What the hell do I say? I want to tell her the truth but how can I? ‘Oh, Oliver told her I sucked his dick… ’? No chance. That’s her brother and I’ve been vehemently denying that I’ve slept with him forever.
“Oh… okay. I’ll ask Oliver later. So, we thought we’d go for a walk along the strip… fancy it?”
“Um, actually, I think I’d rather stay here and have a nap, I’m feeling super tired all of a sudden.”
“Oh… that’s no fun…” she says and I can hear her pout. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.”
“Okay, darling, well I’ll give you a call when we’re back to discuss what we’ll do tonight. Get your glad rags at the ready, my lovely, it’s party time!”
I force a chuckle for Bea’s benefit and we say our goodbyes before I flop onto my bed, face first and whimper. This is becoming somewhat of a habit.
CHAPTER FOUR
MONDAY 17TH JUNE
It’s about two in the morning and I’m slowly making my way down the hallway to my beautiful corner room, shoes and clutch in hand, having kissed goodnight to Bea, Daniel and Alexia outside their rooms.
Oliver and Stacy weren’t out tonight and although I love to party with Oliver, it was a huge relief to be able to try to enjoy my evening without feeling awkward. I’m still worried and anxious, of course, but for tonight, I can temporarily forget what happened earlier.
I seem to be moving in slow motion, meandering along with bare feet on the plush carpet, wondering what tomorrow is going to be like - or later today, I should say. It’s my birthday, and as excited as that usually makes me - right now, I’m just
Where does this go from here? I mean, Stacy is still here, she’s due to stay with us for the entire trip. Will Oliver arrange another room for her? Have they broken up? Is she going to want to be here? I wouldn’t if I was her. Oh please god, let her go home or somewhere else. I don’t know what to do with myself. I owe her such a huge apology but she’s going to hit me again. I know I hate the bitch but I still feel so bad for her… she must be so upset. I’m such a cow. A nasty, adulterous cow. Ugh.
A little time passes and I feel slightly safer going to my room. It takes me a short while to get there - this place is huge! But by the time I find my door right at the end of the hallway, I open it and step inside.
I slowly put by bag down and close the door as I look around. It’s beautiful, an absolute haven… soft ivories and champagnes, incredible bright flowers and the twin aspect, enormous windows offering the most breathtaking view of Las Vegas and the incredible mountain scenery behind it. This feels like I have stepped into a big hug, so warm and comforting - my place to escape the madness of what’s happening right now.
I step over to one of the floor to ceiling windows and gaze out, thinking about Oliver. Why did he do that? Just… why? He could have just shaken his head and ignored her craziness, then dumped her in the traditional, more acceptable way, rather than telling her his BFF has sucked him off and it was nothing like ‘putting it in a wet sock’. Of course the good news is, my bjs aren’t like putting it in a wet sock. Phew.
I am interrupted by the phone in my room ringing. What now? Can’t I just wallow on my own? Of course, me being me, I have to answer it. I can’t possibly have the person on the other end ignored. Oh holy fuck, what if it’s Steaming Stacy. No! It’s not going to be Stacy. If she wants to contact me, she’ll come to my door and attack me. Maybe with a weapon this time. Psychopath .
“Hello?” I ask, nervously.
“Hiya, doll. You okay? Why did you run off like that? And what the fuck is up with Olly and Stacy? We came back to the car and everyone was acting weirdly.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” What the hell do I say? I want to tell her the truth but how can I? ‘Oh, Oliver told her I sucked his dick… ’? No chance. That’s her brother and I’ve been vehemently denying that I’ve slept with him forever.
“Oh… okay. I’ll ask Oliver later. So, we thought we’d go for a walk along the strip… fancy it?”
“Um, actually, I think I’d rather stay here and have a nap, I’m feeling super tired all of a sudden.”
“Oh… that’s no fun…” she says and I can hear her pout. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just tired.”
“Okay, darling, well I’ll give you a call when we’re back to discuss what we’ll do tonight. Get your glad rags at the ready, my lovely, it’s party time!”
I force a chuckle for Bea’s benefit and we say our goodbyes before I flop onto my bed, face first and whimper. This is becoming somewhat of a habit.
CHAPTER FOUR
MONDAY 17TH JUNE
It’s about two in the morning and I’m slowly making my way down the hallway to my beautiful corner room, shoes and clutch in hand, having kissed goodnight to Bea, Daniel and Alexia outside their rooms.
Oliver and Stacy weren’t out tonight and although I love to party with Oliver, it was a huge relief to be able to try to enjoy my evening without feeling awkward. I’m still worried and anxious, of course, but for tonight, I can temporarily forget what happened earlier.
I seem to be moving in slow motion, meandering along with bare feet on the plush carpet, wondering what tomorrow is going to be like - or later today, I should say. It’s my birthday, and as excited as that usually makes me - right now, I’m just
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