Just something I'm working on...not really sure I will continue it...but it's fun to right for now. :) Tell me what you think. It's based on 'What happens in Vegas' the movie. There might be some mistakes...so whatever.
I tapped my three inch heel, impatiently against the tiled floor. My arms were crossed stubbornly as I held my purse in hand, and my documents in the other. Rosalie stood behind me holding our bags and just as angry as I was. I passed my fingers through my hair impatiently, and let out a big breath. What was taking so long? Finally the person in front of me left and the counter was open, as my eyes met with a pair of frightened brown ones.
I glared my face hard as stone, and my mind set. I untangled my arms as I marched up to the counter.
"We have a problem." I stated menacingly. The poor man in front of me gulped.
"Yes?" He said, in a shaky voice. I threw the hotel key and papers on the marbled counter with a loud smack.
"This," I pointed at the hotel room key. "Isn't the room we asked for." I hissed.
This poor excuse for a hotel gave me the wrong hotel room. I had specifically asked for a two bedroom suite on a high floor, not a one bedroom cheap ass in the bottom. I was already frustrated and pissed as it is, I didn't need this little mistake.
The man gulped nervously and passed a hand through his slick grey hair. I scowled, narrowing my eyes and waiting for him to fix the problem.
"I'm sorry Miss, but its New Years Eve; do you have any idea how hard it is to find a hotel room for you at this time? You just happened to book at the wrong hour, and all of the suites are pretty much taken-" I didn't let him continue with his nervous rant.
"I paid for my room already. I am not going to waste thousands of dollars on a hotel which just happened to give my room away to the next drunk and happy couple. This is your fault and I will not take any excuse. I happen to know exactly what day it is, and I am fully aware of your problem at the moment, but in case you have not noticed, I have problems of my own, and I will not stand by for this. I had that room booked already!" I was fuming, and the poor man stepped back before fixing his tie nervously.
"Yes, well….let me see what I can do." He said as his fingers grazed over the keyboard. I tapped my fingers impatiently as I waited. This was the worst week of my life.
I had prepared my fiancée the perfect birthday party, full with all his idiotic friends down from La Push, but when he arrives, right before I even have time to open the door, he calls off the wedding.
Rose had tried to calm me down for days, until eventually I made it home one night drunk, and found myself in the morning in front of a computer screen, with a printed receipt for Vegas. That's how I got here.
I turned to look at Rose, and she smiled slightly, just as tired as I was. I took in a deep breath and stared back at the man.
"Alright there is one room, the penthouse, but-"
"I'll take it, but I'm not paying for it." I said with a stern nod. The man gulped and nodded.
"Alright here are you room keys and your-" Before he could finish I snatched the papers from him and walked back to Rose.
"What happened?" She asked with a yawn. I grabbed the handle on my suitcase.
"I got us the penthouse." I said. Rose's eyes went wide as we reached the elevator.
"How did you do that Bella?" She asked taking the room keys from my hand. I laughed darkly.
"I can do a lot of things." I said simply as I pressed our room number in. Rose shrugged and turned her attention back to her phone.
"Jacob called." She said without looking up. I rolled my eyes.
"Of course he did." I sighed as there was a tug in my heart. I shifted uncomfortably for a second before the elevator doors opened.
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E.P.O.V
"Dude, that blonde was smoking! Did you see the brunette that was with her? Damn, if she took off that suit I'm sure she'd be even hotter….if that was possible….." Emmett said as he looked back again. I rolled my eyes, and kept my pace as I reached the counter.
"Excuse me." I asked the man in front. He looked up at me.
"Yes?" He asked, sweat beads falling from his forehead. I feel bad for him and all the work he has to do.
"Yea, um…..my suite is kind of taken right now…if you know what I mean." I explained.
Having to walk in on a threesome was not the best experience. The man's eyes widened.
"Another one?" He groaned. "Hold on, Margaret!" He called back as a new lady walked in. She seemed to be about 30 or so, and had black hair in a tight ponytail, her suit just as ink black as her hair.
"Yes?" She asked in a dull voice.
"Please…" He said pointing at the computer screen. She rolled her eyes and with a groan walked to us.
I was in no mood for this. Emmett and I just wanted to go shower and hit some clubs. Our sister Alice was getting married to Jasper, and this would probably be our last chance of freedom. With all the wedding preparations and all the Alice-ness I knew we wouldn't be able to do anything for months. We will be on a leash.
"Ok, let's see…." The woman said. Not once had she glanced up at us. "Names?" She said finally glancing towards us. When she did, she had the same expression most women did. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes went wide. "Um…" She was able to manage.
"Edward and Emmett Cullen." I said trying to catch her attention. She shook her head.
"Ye-yes…" She stuttered, and clicked on the mouse without looking. "Oops…oh! Well, it looks like there is a space." She said smiling at me. She hadn't really checked the computer screen yet, so how on earth was she so sure?
"Ok…." I said waving my hands, a bit annoyed now. She shook her head quickly and gave me the room keys.
"Penthouse." She said simply with a sly smile. I shudder and turned on my heel towards Emmett.
"Dude, that mommy was totally checking you out." He said with a laugh. I groaned with disgust.
"I know….let's just get to the hotel room…..fast." I said.
Emmett didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed the rest of our bags and we headed up to the elevator.
"I hope we score some chicks here." Emmett said. I looked at him for a moment before rolling my eyes.
"Is that all you're thinking about?" I asked him. He looked at me with a smirk.
"Edward…we're in Vegas….I need to get laid at least once before we leave." He stated sternly.
"Whatever." I muttered.
It really was an Emmett thing to do. Getting someone or something in his pants is all he ever wanted. I can't blame him though…I mean it's nice to get laid every once in a while…or twice a week…anyway, I didn't exactly come here for that. Truth be told, I came here because I was getting sick of home. The law firm was just driving me insane, and my new secretary was really starting to bug me.
Not only that but my dad was getting harsher on me, and I just wanted to hang loose. I mean I don't even like being a lawyer. I want to be an artist. Of course that's not going to happen, and when it does is the day I find the love of my life…yeah…never. I don't really believe in long lasting relationships.
"Finally." Emmett boomed as the elevator doors opened.
"Penthouse." I mumbled before finally walking out into the hall. I put the key in and opened the door. Emmett grinned as the door showed us into a very nice foyer. I smiled to myself as well. It really was nice. I put my bags down in the hallway. The room was a bit silent, so we continued looking through the penthouse. I walked to the living room, and looked to my right to find a beautiful, huge kitchen. Then I walked down another hallway. The room had that hotel feeling…..the sound of the air conditioner, the smell of clean supply, and leather furniture, and that airy feeling of a place that's just not your home. The cold air made it official. I felt like a kid crashing into my hotel bed after spending all day in Disney.
I walked deeper into the hall…when I heard it. The shower was running. I was pretty sure Emmett hadn't gotten this far before me. Knowing him he was probably checking the complimentary wine. I pursed my lips, hesitating on my step, as I lifted my hand to the door knob. I was very curious, and worried at the same time….who the hell was in the shower?
"Hey Rose, hand me my bra." I heard from the other door. That's when my eyes went wide and I threw the door open.
It was there, that I saw her. Her skin was completely wet, making it look irresistible, and glossy….I wanted to lick it right off. It was pale, and glowing….like silk. My eyes traveled up her perfect, long legs, past her beautiful thighs, pausing a bit on her black, laced, very tiny panties, making my pants tight, but they got even tighter as my eyes traveled up to her perfectly sculpted hips, and toned and flat, stomach, giving her the perfect curves…but if I thought that was perfect….boy was I wrong.
It was then that my pants went completely tight as I saw the beautiful breasts, just about to be put away into a lace, black bra, giving her so much cleavage that I though I would explode. Then I saw her face, and had to gasp. Her full lips fell open as she snapped her head to look at me, her mesmerizing brown eyes, wider than they were before, and her beautiful, sharp facial features masked into a face of horror, as her gorgeous mahogany hair dripped down her face and back making her look more sexy. Then she screamed.
I heard another scream, and it was then that I noticed the other blonde next to her, just as pretty…but more pageant pretty than naturally Venus like the brunette…at least to me. The brunette was smoking, in just that little bit of clothing….but the blonde was hot too in her bra and jeans. They were separated by a wall, unable to see each other, and the blonde was with a blow drier in hand. My lips went dry as the scream finally broke through my ears, and I suddenly became panicked as I felt the sharp pain in my head. It was then that I realized the blonde had thrown her shoe at me.
"Ow! Calm down!" I yelled. They didn't stop screaming and practically jumped on me, the brunette landing on my back…her chest pressing against my back and her legs wrapped around my waist. "Chill out!" I yelled again. These bitches might actually kill me.
"Rose!" The brunette yelled. The blonde suddenly punched me in the nose, making me yelp and fall back on the floor, the brunette jumping in the air before landing on my chest. She straddled me, still panicked before she started attacking me with a shoe. Oh my god, I might just die from a freaking four inch stiletto. Who the hell wears those shoes anyway? Freaking death traps.
"Stop!" I yelped. Where was Emmett?
"Edward?" I heard Emmett's voice from the hallway. He suddenly appeared in front of us, his eyes lingering on the blonde. It was like time had stopped for a moment. I was pretty aware of the brunette's body on me, and if it weren't for the fact that I might just die, I would have been even harder….if possible.
"AH!" The blonde yelled before attacking Emmett.
"Stop!" He yelled. "What are you doing in our room?" He yelled. That made her stop.
"Your room?" She asked with disbelief. Emmett and I shared a look.
"Yes…our room." I said. The brunette looked down at me, placing her hands on my chest, as she looked back at the blonde. I licked my suddenly dry lips as I looked at her in this position, with the water running down her body….
"Told you she was hot without the suit!" Emmett said suddenly. I looked at him, confused.
"What?" I asked.
"That's the blonde from the lobby." He stated. I felt my brow furrow, the blonde that was currently on his back, seemed to look at us confused for a moment.
"Oh!" I said, suddenly remembering. I smirked as I looked at her confused face.
"What are you smiling about?" She asked, her bell like voice dripping with hysteria.
"I like this spot." I said, with another smirk. She looked at me confused before looking down at her position. A gorgeous blush rose to her cheeks, making her skin glow even more, before she jumped off of me with a piercing scream.
"Rose!" She yelled. Rose jumped off Emmett.
"Bella!" She yelled back. They both left into the bathroom, hissing at each other.
"Dude that was total score." Emmett grinned as he came to help me up. "I was going to call the brunette…but I call the blonde…she's feisty and hot as fu-" I cut him off, my heart beating in my ears.
"Emmett, we just got attacked by two women, can you think of something else but sex?" I asked. He grinned sheepishly.
"Nope."
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B.P.O.V
I marched through the elevators and down the path to the lobby, Rose and the two other guys, who were named Edward and Emmett, behind me. I didn't care that I was wearing super short shorts, and that my tank top showed half of my stomach, or that my hair practically yelled, 'SEX HAIR' even though it was actually 'Beat the stranger's ass hair'. I just kept marching down to the counter. This guy was going down. I glared as my eyes met his. I saw the fear run through his eyes before he looked down. He turned quickly, trying to escape. I was quick though.
"Not so fast there mister." I said coldly.
E.P.O.V
Damn. That's all I have to say. I watched as she strutted down to the counter. Her walk just as mesmerizing as her eyes. It was graceful, yet there was something funny about it. She looked like a dangerously hot. I watched as her wild curls cascaded down her back, and she kept walking, her hips swinging side to side. The perfect curves shown off by the tight tank top she wore, and I could see the perfect piece of skin that it showed off, and the perfect waist that belonged to it, thanks to the shorts that also showed of her legs, and practically didn't even cover her ass. Hot.
"Not so fast there mister." She spat. Even that was hot. Good lord. Down Eddie.
"I'm sorry Miss, you got what you wanted." He said quickly, obviously terrified of her. She put her elbows on the counter, she could almost barely reach, with her 5'4 height as she stood up on her toes, trying to make the counter go to her waist so she could throw herself over the counter, to grab the guy by the collar. She was so cute.
"Listen here meat head. You booked us the same room. I know for a fact that those men didn't come with me and my friend here." She said. The way she propped herself up gave us a perfect view of her ass, and I could feel Emmett and almost every other guy in the room as their gaze landed on her.
"Miss, I'm sorry, but there really is nothing we can do." The guy tried to plead.
"Ugh!" She groaned before letting him go.
"Listen," I said when she came back to us. "Why don't we just share the room? There are two bedrooms." I suggested.
"Actually, I rather not." She spat. The blonde looked hesitant.
"Bells, nobody wants to be in this situation. Why don't we just give them a chance? Let them stay with us….you came here to have fun remember?" The blonde reasoned.
They shared a secrete look before the brunette sighed. I felt my hopes starting to get up. Even if she wouldn't have accepted I wouldn't have left. I paid for that room. But it made it much better that she approved.
"Fine." She huffed before walking off.
"I'm sorry about her." The blonde said.
"I think I can make it up to her." Said Emmett. I looked up at him before he pulled out the passes……the passes to VIP rooms in all the hottest clubs….oh yeah…that would put her in a happy mood. The blonde grinned suddenly.
"What happens in Vegas….." She started.
"Stays in Vegas."
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