When we finally reached our hotel, we went to the check-in right away.

Tobias signed the necessary papers as I looked around. The hotel had a fun tropical theme that seemed to straddle the concepts of minimalism and exoticness. The ceilings were high and the marble was polished and the furniture was simple and elegant, but the plants around them made it seem like a forest grew into the hotel. It was beautiful.

We were led with our luggage into the elevator with a man who looked like he could be a teenager.

"Wait, why are both keys to the same room?" Tobias asked when we were in the elevator.

"You only reserved one room, sir."

Tobias sighed. I knew what he was thinking: His mother was trying to stick us together.

"Can we add a reservation?" Tobias asked.

"I'm sorry, sir. We are fully booked."

"Please?" I asked, feeling desperate.

"I'm sorry Madame. I'm afraid this is out of my hands."

"Can we at least get a sofa bed?"

The concierge glanced down at some papers in his hands. "I'm afraid we are under strict orders not to deliver a sofa bed or even a sofa to your room. It says to have one bed and uncushioned chairs."

"Oh, Madaline, you devious woman..." I sighed.

"Please. We'll take any room. Talia here doesn't mind sleeping on anything," Tobias said.

"I have an extra room in my apartment." The concierge smiled at me.

"Great," Tobias said.

I smacked his arm. Hard. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Are you actually going to let me go stay with a stranger who could be a murderer for all we know?"

"At least that'll get you off my hands," he responded nonchalantly.

"Ah, I'm right here," the concierge reminded us.

I ignored him.

"You're a real asshole, you know that?" I stomped out of the elevator when the door opened.

I beat them both to the room, so I went in quickly and slammed it in Tobias's face.

"Ma'am... I have your luggage out here," the concierge said.

"Leave it outside. I'll get it in a minute." I locked the door and made sure the chain was in place so that Tobias couldn't get in.

I went to take a happy shower, taking my time, knowing Tobias would be stuck outside with no shower, no bed, and no room.

I wrapped a towel around myself and went to get changed, so I quickly opened the door and grabbed my luggage, a bit disappointed when I didn't find Tobias sitting there depressed.

He was probably at the bar picking up some gorgeous girl. Whatever. He didn't have a room.

I picked out some of my new underwear and put them on, then went over to the bed to get some rest and some romance movies.

"Do you ever wear clothes?"

I screamed so loud my throat hurt, grabbing a rug off the ground to cover myself up.

How the hell had he gotten in? How did this man manage to get through every locked door?

"How long have you been here?" I yelled.

"Around fifteen minutes."

"You pervert! Did you just watch me change?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Talia. Of course not. As if I would want to see you naked."

"You're such a... a jerk!" I couldn't think of a better word. "Why are you treating me like this? What have I ever done to you?"

He got up from the bed and rolled his eyes. "I don't need this right now. I'm going out. Don't lock that door."

I screamed out in frustration. What a total asswipe!

I wasn't letting him ruin my trip though. I didn't need him to have fun.

I got dressed and headed down to the bar. I am so getting drunk tonight.

I ordered my first drink, downing it the moment the bartender placed it in front of me.

He refilled it right away, and I proceeded to down that as well.

The bartender placed another one in front of me. "That's from the man over there." He pointed to a good-looking man in the opposite side of the room.

I smiled at him in thanks, sipping the drink, knowing I should pace myself.

The man must have taken my smile as a cue to come over, because a few seconds later he was seated in the barstool next to mine.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely beautiful?"

"Thank you," I said stiffly. I was not in the mood to be hit on tonight.

"I'm not even saying that to pick you up. You truly are exquisite," he said, brushing back a strand of hair from my face.

"I'm sorry. You seem like a really nice guy, but I'm married." I held up my left hand, showing him my unnecessarily large ring.

"I won't tell if you don't."

I frowned at him. Seriously?

"No, I'm sorry."

"Come on gorgeous. Your husband isn't here."

"Look, I said no. Thank you for the drink, but I have to go." I got up hastily.

He grabbed my arm. "It's not nice to tease."

"It's not nice to be an asshole." I ripped my arm from his grip and stomped out of the bar.

I sank down into one of the couches in the lobby, resisting the urge to cry. Today had been a pretty sucky day. I hoped this wasn't what the rest of the week would be like.

I sat there pouting for God knows how long until I saw a familiar man walk through the front door amidst a group of modelesque women and attractive men. How did someone who was such a big jerk manage to have fun while I was stuck getting hit on by gross guys who couldn't understand simple words like 'no'?

We made eye contact and, surprisingly, the jerk came over to me and offered me his hand.

I stared up at him, unsure of the gesture.

"Come on, Talia."

"Apologize."

"This is the closest you're going to get."

I mulled that over, then stood up to go with him but didn't take his hand.

He placed his hand on the small of my back leading me towards his group of friends.

"Everyone, this is my... wife, Talia."

"Is that your sister?" one of the girls asked in a nasal voice.

"No, he literally just said I'm his wife."

One of the guys whistled. It was friendly though, not at all sleazy. "Nice job, Anderson. You're a lucky man. I'm Kyle by the way."

I immediately took a liking to him. "Nice to meet you, Kyle."

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

We all went to dinner and I sat next to Tobias and Kyle and the girl who called me his sister sat on the other side of Tobias. Her name was Amelia.

She was obviously very interested in him, something that wasn't hard to figure out from her constant flirtatious touches and how she giggled at everything he said, no matter how stupid (and infrequent).

I ordered a bowl of pasta and a side of truffle oil sweet potato fries, which earned me a high five from Kyle and a weird look from Tobias. Yeah, I get that my whole meal was carbs but can't a girl enjoy herself on vacation?

I was actually starting to enjoy myself when I saw a slight movement under the table.

I glanced over at Tobias's legs and saw a slender hand with bright pink nails caressing his thigh, going higher and higher each time.

What the hell?