Chapter 3

**Aurora**

The loud annoying ringtone from my phone was what woke me up the next day.

Annoyed, I fished it out from where it was underneath my pillow and looked at the caller. It was Kathryn, my sister.

I pressed the phone to my ear.

“What?” I asked, annoyed from being woken up.

“Are you just waking up?” Kathryn asked.

“Yea..?”

“It's freaking 5.32, Rory!”

I glanced at the fancy-looking clock on the wall.

I guess my night was way fucked up than I imagined.

I casted a quick look around the suite. It appears my roommate is already gone, and I couldn't be happier.

I sighed. “What do you want, Kat?”

“Relax. I just wanted to know how you're doing.” pause.“Mom’s dialysis session today went well, though.”

“Oh.” I sat up on the couch. “How is she?”

My mom, who lived with my only sister two states away, was diagnosed with Advanced Kidney failure and was put on lifelong dialysis. Our dad passed seven years ago, and since I was the eldest, the most of my money had always been for her treatment.

“The doctor said she's doing really well, but we still need to continue treatment.”

I nodded thoughtfully.

“Hey, How'd your birthday go?”

I sighed, rubbing my hands against my forehead.

“WelI, it was great,” I muttered, painfully recounting last night's incident. “Jason dumped me.”

“Yea, I saw the video and figured as much.”

I frowned. “What video?”

“ Don't tell me you haven't seen it. You're literally all over gossip hub right now. Oh, and how's the hotel? Is it huge?”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone filmed the whole hotel scene. The lobby confrontation, the receptionist…everything. It's trending. You should probably see it…before mom does.”

I pulled the phone away from my ear and logged into the site, heart thumping loudly. A familiar headline came into view immediately.

“Hey, Rory. I think the commenters are just haters, okay? People love to tear someone apart when they don't even know the full story.”

I sat up, reading the headline they used.

“CHEATED AND CHEAP; RECEPTIONIST PAYS FOR LUXURY GETAWAY, GETS DUMPED IN LOBBY SHOWDOWN.”

There was even a picture of me on it, but what had me speechless were the harsh comments.

“Imagine wasting your savings on a man. LOL. Couldn't be me.”

“She really thought she was the main character? Tragic.”

“Someone tell her thrift store jeans aren't Golden Hen material.”

“What the hell? These people don't even know the full story,” I complained, scrolling through the comments.

Some were supportive, explaining that I probably did it for love.

But most of them were hateful, and, honestly, I wondered if they're right.

“Exactly what I'm trying to say, people can just be so wicked. Oh, and that dickhead imbecile that dumped you? Went on his socials, and he's already posting that treacherous two-faced lover of his all over social media.”

Jason couldn't even wait a few days to start showing Sasha off. The fact that he was already moving on made my heart ache.

“Kat, I feel really miserable,” I said, blinking away the pool forming in my eyes.

“Yea, and I know the perfect solution for it.”

“What?”

“You need to get laid.”

I almost bursted out laughing.“Are you serious?”

“What? Go to a bar or something, wear something sexy, and find some hot guy that'll blow your mind out through the night.”

“Kat, you really can't be serious right now,” I answered.

“I sure am! One night stands are the perfect ways to fuck someone out of your system.”

“Where'd you learn that?”

“Doesn't matter,” she answered dismissively. “All that matters is you miss the dickhead, which we don't want. So when you taste some other dick, your brain gets rewired.”

“Okay…so I need to get laid,” I muttered to myself.

Am I really considering this?

“Yes!” she yelled excitedly. “Rory, I need to go now, but you have to send me pictures or I'll kill you!Bye, love you!”

I chuckled, hearing the automatic beep sound that followed the end of a call.

I put my phone away, pondering over what I'm about to do.

I needed to get Jason out of my mind, and what other way to do that than clubbing?

I stood up from the sofa, ignoring the desperate growl from my stomach as I headed to where I kept my things.

Reaching for the small bag I had packed with me, I pulled out the red lacey dress I had planned to wear for my private birthday dinner with Jason.

It stopped just below my butt, showing a lot of cleavage.

Not exactly something I would wear out, even for a club, but in desperate times…

“This would do,” I said to myself, smiling.

With my new motive in mind, I jumped into the shower.

Can't believe I'm really doing this.

***

The bar was loud and chaotic, exactly what I needed.

The bass thumped in rhythm to my heart beat, and I danced along with the crowd, shouting loudly.

“Whoo!” I shouted loudly.

Fuck you, Jason!

I gulped my 4th shot of vodka, wincing a little as the alcohol went down my throat.

I swayed my hips and moved my body in ways I didn't even imagine I could.

I have voluptuous boobs and ass, something Jason had always liked about me, it soon attracted a lot of stares my way, which was something I was happy about.

Although there was one stare coming from someone in the VIP booth. I've felt it since I stepped into the bar, but I could care less.

All I wanted was to find a hot sexy male and get laid.

I made a bee line to the bar for another vodka, but a pair of rough hands on my waist stopped me.

“Hey, mamacita.”

I turned around, coming face to face with an ugly looking man dressed in a rumpled suit. The stench of alcohol and odour wafting from him almost made me gag.

“Sorry, I'm not interested,” I muttered politely, turning away immediately.

The asshole didn't take no for an answer.

“Come on, woman. I'll make it worth your while.” His hands grabbed one of my buttcheeks.

Panic threw me into alert mode.

“I said leave me alone!” I shot him a hard glare as I struggled away from his grips, but he was too strong.

He pressed his body against me, and I felt his bulge against my stomach. My body recoiled, irritated.

“Help! Help me!” I screamed out, but my voice drowned out with the music.

Oh, God, am I about to get raped by an Ugly smelling old man? Tears pooled in my eyes as I struggled in vain.

“She said leave her alone.” The sound of a familiar male voice made me gasp.

The ugly man suddenly looked up, eyed wide. He immediately let go of me, and I rubbed my arm which is now bruised from his grips.

“I-I didn't know she was taken, sir,” he stammered, terrified. “I'm sorry, sir.”

Just like that, he scrambled away, disappearing into the crowd.

I turned to my saviour, and a gasp escaped from my lips when I came face to face with the familiar face.

“You,” I whispered. “Are you stalking me?”

Mr. Cocky roommate chuckled, that deep throaty sound that immediately made my body tingle.

“You would love that, wouldn't you?” He slowly reached for my waist, and I suddenly found myself leaning into it. His touch felt like fire on my skin.

The alcohol is definitely working overtime now, because he looked even more breathtaking than the last time I saw him.

His dark hair was a bit ruffled, giving him a messy look that only fuelled my want for him even more. His eyes were a gorgeous light brown shade, pulling me in like a magnet. And his lips…

“Are you hurt?”

His lips. They were so plump, full and pink, with the upper lip a few shades darker. I wonder what they'd taste like.

I was suddenly hyper aware of his presence, and my senses were clouded with the smell of his cologne.

“No,” I whispered. My lips suddenly felt dry, and I ran my tongue over them.

His eyes travelled to my lips and back to my face, and an expression I couldn't quite place crossed his features.

Shit.

What're the odds that I'm about to fuck my Cocky roommate?

I don't even know the guy's name.

Hell, I came to this club to find someone hot to get laid, and he meets the requirements.

So, I did the next thing that came to my mind.

Grabbing his shirt, I pulled him closer, slamming my lips on his.