Chapter 28 - 28

Morgan's POV

"No!" I said to both the receptionist and Dante. "No way in hell, am I going to spend the night in the same room with this." I pointed at Dante. The receptionist looked confused and shocked, her gaze travelling from Dante to me and back to Dante.

"Okay..." She started. "Are you going to take the room, or not..."

"We will."

"Not."

Dante and I said at the same time.

The receptionist looked confused and a bit scared. "Which one of the answers should I take?"

"Mine." Dante replied. He handed her his card. "We'll take the room."

"Excuse me." I scoffed, glaring at him darkly. "I'm not sharing a room with you. How many times do I have to say that?"

"From what I recall, you've already done that, so this time would make it the second time."

I drew a breath, shooting the receptionist a cold glare signifying her to take her eyes off of me and get back to work. I turned around, heading for the door. Dante blocks my path. I glared at him, wanting to throw a heart felt punch at his face.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"If you're so curious, figure it out yourself." I took two steps towards him, shifting him out of the way. Gratefully, he shifted.

"It's late Morgan. Just..." But I was already out of the hotel lobby before he could get a chance to finish what he was saying. A couple walked past me into the hotel lobby looking for a room. I watched as they walked hand in hand, holding each other for warmth against the cold night and I felt my eyes tear up. If Dante and I had come to this hotel four years ago, a room would have been what we would need.

But that life was over, that fantasy destroyed. There was no way in hell, on earth, or in heaven I was going to spend a night with him in the same room. Never!

Pulling the sleeves of my second skin down to shield my hands from the cold of the night was more like a war.

"Here." I heard Dante say, placing a hoodie I've my shoulders. The first then thought that came to me was to throw the hoodie at him, claiming that I didn't need it. "Shove it." I spat at him, flinging the hoodie back at him.

I stormed off to look for another place to spend the night.

****

"I'm sorry ma'am, all rooms have been booked."

"We really wish we could help you, but we are fully booked."

"We are fully booked miss, try somewhere else."

Four hotels into my search for a room, nothing. All fully booked.

Clenching my teeth, I made an empty can my companion, kicking it around as I moved on to look for the fifth hotel praying to make there luck that it would be at least, all but one room booked. I walked on and on, searching for anything that might look like a hotel sign, or a very big building with a hotel name plastered on the face of the topmost floor.

All around me, people passed, giving me weird looks. Women, men, high schoolers. I clicked my tongue continuing with my journey. My legs were killing me; thanks to the feels I still wore from the date I had with Winston. The ruined date. I kicked them off my feet, picking them up. I had blisters on both my heels, my left little toe together with the skin above my right ankle bruised.

I drew in deep breaths five times, recalling when my dad would tell me to do that whenever everything around me was trying to frustrated the shit out of me. It always worked but not today.

It didn't help.

I kicked the can as hard as I could, landing it on a nearby car, turning on its alarm. The sound jolted me but I stood were I was, listening to the blaring alarm. Someone poked his head out of the window of a building, yelling cursed at me. I flashed him the finger. That was when I saw it "Flannel Hotel and Suites."

Hail mother luck!

"You're just in time ma'am." The receptionist at the lobby sad with a smile. "We have just one room left." I smiled back at him, reaching into the pockets of the hoodie I was putting on. Empty.

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