Chapter 95: Stuck with you

"So what do we do now, we need to take the honey moon sweet." He said, and the receptionist handed Raymond the key.

Raymond stated and walked away, looking for the room number on the key chain in his hand, and Daisy ran after him with her luggage.

He stopped in front of the room and took a deep breath.

"I can’t believe I am stuck with you." He whined, looking at Daisy, and she rolled her eyes at him.

"You are one lucky man." She muttered.

"You wish." He said, and opened the room.

There were rose petals strewn across the bed, with lavender scented candles everywhere in the room, making it have a magically romantic atmosphere, and a heart shaped balloon on the floor.  Daisy's face reddened as she looked around the room with Raymond. She imagined herself on the bed with Raymond kissing her.

"Ewww." She remarked, and he glared at her and dropped his luggage on the floor and started blowing off all the candles.

Daisy switched on the lights in the room, and he put out the last candle. He dragged his luggage from the floor and opened the wardrobe. He spotted two matching pajamas in the wardrobe and turned to look at Daisy, who was waiting for him to finish arranging his clothes.

                Daisy’s POV                                                            

I can’t believe I am stuck in a hotel honeymoon suite with Ray, I feel like I am already cheating on Chris.  I held my luggage and sat on the bed.  I hate seeing the rose petals. I pushed them to the floor by waving my hand on the bed. He finished arranging his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

I arranged my clothes in the wardrobe. And sighed. I am not bathing. It will be awkward. I rather sleep. I Hold the doorknob of the bathroom door and make sure it is locked. I stripped naked and put on a pink robe I found in the wardrobe. I jump on the bed and cover myself with the duvet. I closed my eyes but I couldn’t sleep.

For some reason, my eyes keep going to the bathroom door. Ray walked out of the bathroom. He looked sexy in a red pajama as his wet hair dripped water on his clothes. He was patting his hair dry with a towel.  As he adjusted his eyeglasses,

Did he bathe with his glasses on? weirdo I muttered, looking at him, and his eyes drifted to me.

He screwed up his face immediately.

"Who said you could sleep on the bed?" he asked, out of the blue.  Why is he asking me such a question? Where does he expect me to sleep?

"Go sleep on the couch." He said, standing beside me on the bed.

"Are you for real? " I asked, sitting up on the bed.

"Yes, I don’t like sleeping on the couch, it's not good for me." He whined. and my jaw dropped.  

"What the fuck? What kind of man are you?" I asked with my mouth hanging loosely and a smile curved on his face.