Chapter Two
Becca
I slipped back into the room, careful not to wake the girls. The sun had only just begun to come up, and I knew they had likely just gotten to bed themselves. I was thankful. I was ready to be drilled about the events of last night. I was just getting over the last thirty minutes myself. I had one of the best nights of my life with Chance. Everything went so well. I never clicked with anyone like that before. After what had seemed like dozens of terrible blind dates or setups with friends of friends, I really believed I found the right person. I really believed he was into me.
The dream came to end when I saw the text and missed calls. No one calls a man that late unless they want something or they are his. Either way, I felt played. I thought he might be different. I crawled onto the couch in the center of the sprawling suite and lay there. All I could think about was how amazing it was being with him. I could still feel his strong hands all over my body. I rolled from side to side, trying to forget him, but couldn’t. I closed my eyes and replayed the evening, wondering if I missed a sign. A missing ring on his finger, him constantly checking his phone, getting up and leaving for no reason to make a call. None of those things happened.
I finally drifted off remembering the way he felt, only to be abruptly awakened. “Wake up girl!” Courtney, pounced on top of me.
“Go away! I need some sleep!”
“I just bet you do.” She said suggestively. “Come on and tell us how it went.”
Melissa came in, pulling Katie behind her.
“So … how did it go?” Melissa snuggled up to me, covering me in the blanket she had brought from her room.
I ran my fingers through my hair, and I could still smell his cologne. His scent was all over me. Stretching, I straightened my back and sat up, dangling my feet off the sofa.
“It was great.” I said simply, because honestly, before the text it had been. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to tell them about the rest.
“Great? Is that it? How great?” Katie asked, pushing me.
I smiled, remembering for a moment just how great his lips felt pressed to mine. Trying to focus on the good and not the bad, I decided to recap the night enough so that they wouldn’t keep probing for more details.
“Well, we started with dinner. He had a private chef cook our meal and serve us. You wouldn't believe the food. Everything was perfect, completely elegant and over the top.”
“A private chef?” Katie's eyes were wide as she smiled. “A man that knows how to have a first date.”
Courtney leaned in closer. “So, what happened after dinner?” I knew she wouldn’t let me get away breezing over the details.
“The night was a dream. He's got to be the hottest guy I've ever been with. Definitely the best kisser.” I shut my eyes and couldn’t get him out of my mind. “From the moment we met at on the plane he’s been all I’ve been able to think about.” I watched as the girls smiled at me as the smile vanished from my face. “But…”
“But what?” Melissa squinted her eyes as she pursed her lips, staring at me. “Did he hurt you? No, lemme guess, he doesn’t have the full package if you know what I mean.” Melissa giggled as I rolled my eyes.
“No, trust me, that was amazing.” My ears rang as the girls all screamed at the same time, but my expression stayed straight. “I woke up this morning. He was still asleep, and I guess his phone was going off. He had gotten a call, then a text.”
“Don’t tell me you looked?”
“I couldn’t help it. It was just there. It was from some girl named Sara. After I saw that I just left.”
“What an asshole!” Katie grumbled under her breath. “Men, he’s no different I guess.”
Melissa shot a look at Katie and then turned her attention back towards me. “Becca, it might have been something totally innocent.”
“Really? She's sorry and misses him? How can I be reading that wrong?”
“You read the text?” Melissa seemed shocked, but then quickly dismissed it. “I don't know, but you should give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it's a sister or something?”
Melissa was grasping for something innocent. I could tell the girls were trying to keep me positive, but I just couldn’t make myself try to justify the text. I’ve had enough failed relationships to know that what you see is usually what it is. Lying to myself would only make me the fool.
I shook my head. “No, it’s ok. I wasn’t here to meet anyone. It doesn’t matter.”
The girls piled around me, trying to comfort me. The truth was clear as day. As far as I was concerned, the text had spelled it out.
“Becca, I still think you should talk to him. Did you send a text or leave a note when you left?” Melissa asked.
“No. Why leave a note? Tell him that I enjoyed playing the fool?”
“No, you weren't playing the fool. You don’t know the truth. Melissa is right. You should call him this morning. You might be surprised. And besides, are you going to let him ruin your whole weekend?” Courtney agreed with Melissa while Katie stood her ground, still mumbling how much of a jerk he was.
“Becca, you’re in Vegas. Have some fun…you know the saying.” Courtney giggled as she looked at me, dismissing Katie’s comments.
“I'm not calling him, but if he calls me, I’ll hear what he has to say. He probably won't call me again anyway. He got what he wanted.” I stood up, “But you know what? Screw it. Let’s just go out and have a great time!”
I left the girls to talk among themselves as I moved into the bedroom and planted myself in the bed, still made up from the day before. I needed a few hours to just clear my head and figure out exactly what I would do if Chance did decide to call.