The next morning, I receive a few frantic voice mails from Declan. It turns out there was something in the cake, and everyone who ate it has woken up with food poisoning. That is, everyone at the wedding apart from Anastasia and I. Given their current state, Declan and Emily aren’t able to go on their honeymoon and weren’t able to change their accomodation. Rather than let the tickets go to waste, they offered them to the only 2 guests who hadn’t gotten sick. That is, Anastasia and I. Despite how horrible a week with her sounds, a free trip to the Bahamas is something I could definitely go for. So, not wanting to be petty and refusing the gift, I opted to accept the tickets. Here’s hoping she declines and I have a hotel room to myself.
To my surprise, I receive a text from an unknown number. It was short and to the point. “Got your number from Emily. Be here at 9am Tuesday so we can catch the flight. DONT be late.” Well, there goes the idea of a nice relaxing week alone.
Tuesday morning, I pull up at 8:55am and head up to the door. 3 loud knocks and a couple minutes later, Anastasia opened the door in a huff. “I told you to be here at 9, can’t a girl get some time to prepare for a trip?” She says angrily. I don’t bother responding, rather I roll my eyes and bite my cheek. “While you’re here, you can make yourself useful and get these bags into your car.” She says before disappearing back into her home. I have all her luggage sitting in the boot, approximately 3 times the size of my own. Sitting in my car, I push the horn a few times to get her to hurry up. She eventually comes out all huffed and upset, wearing a sweat shirt and yoga pants.
Very few words are shared between us from her front door, all the way until we check into the hotel room. After a long flight, all I want to do is lay down and sleep. We walk into the bedroom, only to find a single king sized bed covered in rose petals. Guess they forgot to ask to forego the honeymoon package. “Well, I guess I’m sleeping on the couch.” I say in a frustrated tone as I drop my bags. “Oh come on I’m not that heartless. You can sleep on the bed too just stay on your side.” Anastasia disappears into the bathroom to change into the silk pyjamas provided by the hotel, I simply take off my top and get into a loose pair of sweatpants before jumping into bed. With our backs turned to one another, I close my eyes and doze off peacefully.
I find myself awake in a hotel room in the Bahamas, my arms wrapped around a curvy woman whose hair wafts an angelic scent in my face. I sit there for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, separated only by a thin layer of silk. Her breasts lay under my arm like a soft cushion, her ass pressed up against my crotch. Suddenly becoming aware of our situation, we both recoil and jump off of one another. “Fucking creep” she says as she gets off the bed. “Shut up slut this was your idea” I say as I head to the bathroom.
We order breakfast to the room and sit separately to eat, her at the dining table and I on the sofa in front of the tv. It’s a beautiful, sunny day outside. I am comfortably reclined in the honeymoon suite of a 5 star hotel, but a dark cloud hangs above my head, brought about by the company in my midst. Not feeling like heading out for a swim, I sit there watching tv while she lays in bed on her phone. I can hear the tiktoks playing loud across the hotel room, unable to focus on the show I’ve got on. “Can you turn it down a little?” I ask out loud. I get no response back, but can now hear her phone even louder. “Do you Seriously have to be a bitch all the time?” I yell across the room. She gets up and walks over, replying simply “I didn’t ask you to come here with me.”
“I didn’t ask for this either but you don’t see me being a massive pain in the ass!”
“Well you could’ve just declined and let me bring a friend or something!”
I stand up and walk over to her as she backs up against the wall. I get right into her face before yelling “listen up bitch! I have just as much a right to be here as you!”
We pause for a second in this position. She looks up at me with an unwavering gaze, her big brown eyes focused on me. I see her neck expand and constrict as she breathes heavily, feel her breath caress my skin. After what felt like an eternity, I pounced. Suddenly, her lips were pressed against mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12m31ov/the_unlikely_plus_one_part_3