Missing Hours
Nora's head was pounding as she tried to force her eyes open against the harsh sunlight streaming in the room.
The smell of sex was heavy in the air and she could feel somebody else's body entangled with hers. She was almost afraid to open her eyes and face what she had done last night. She remembered drinking at Rodi's but after that there was nothing.
She managed to open her eyes and then she saw him...Todd Manning, her worst enemy sleeping in the bed next to her.
"What the hell did you do to me you pervert?" She yelled as she began to hit him.
"Nora?" Todd asked as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "You're naked and so am I? Don't tell me that we...what the hell happened last night?"
"I...I don't remember. You probably drugged me so that you could rape me."
"How do I know that you didn't drug me?" Todd asked as he pulled up the sheet to cover his naked body.
"I have to get out of here. Close your eyes while I get dressed," Nora ordered.
Once Todd's eyes were closed, Nora climbed out of bed and threw on her clothes.
"I'm leaving now, but if I find out that you did anything to me last night I'm going to make you sorry that you were ever born," Nora said as she walked out, slamming the door behind her.
XOXOXO
Nora felt disoriented as she left the hotel room and walked outside. The flashing lights of the casinos were all around her and she felt the dry heat from the desert. She looked up at the hotel's sign and read "The Bellagio Hotel."
*How the hell did I wind up in Las Vegas with Todd Manning of all people?*
"Take me to the airport," she said as she climbed into the Taxi. The sooner that she got home to Llanview and away from this crazy nightmare the better she would feel.
She nervously began to turn the ring on her left hand and then she paused...she shouldn't be wearing a ring on that hand anymore. She was certain that she had removed it when she signed the divorce papers.
XOXOXO
Todd slowly climbed out of bed and climbed into the shower. He tried to remember how he had ended up in bed with Nora of all people, but there was nothing. He felt like he was on an episode of Punked and was certain that Ashton Kutcher would jump out at him and reveal that this was all just an elaborate prank.
After his shower he climbed out and got dressed.
"Why am I in Las Vegas?" Todd asked himself as he read the bill that was slipped under the door. He took one last look around the room and then walked out.
"How did Mrs. Manning like the honeymoon suite," the concierge asked as he walked up to pay his bill.
"Who? What? Did you just say Mrs. Manning?" Todd asked as a bout of nauseousness washed over him.
"Yeah, the gorgeous feisty red-head that you married last is she anyways?"
"You have got to be shitting with me? This is all some elaborate mind- fuck isn't it?" Todd asked as he grabbed the concierge by the collar in a desperate attempt to make sense of the missing hours that he had spent with Nora.
XOXOXO
Nora felt sick as she realized that the ring on her left hand wasn't the same ring that Bo had given her. It had to be some kind of mistake, she wouldn't have married him? Would she?
"Take me back to the Bellagio Hotel," she ordered the driver. She needed to talk to Todd and find out exactly what they had done together.
XOXOXO
"I'm sorry sir," the concierge stammered as he pushed Todd away from him and scampered away.
"No, I'm sorry...it's just that I don't really remember much about last night. Do you have video footage of the wedding?" Todd asked.
"Yeah...here's a copy of the wedding video," the Concierge said as he slid the DVD across the counter.
"How much do I owe you for that?" Todd asked.
"No charge," he stated.
"Todd, we need to talk," Nora said as she walked back in the hotel.
"Hello honey," Todd said as he smirked at her.
"It's not funny Todd, did we get married last night?" Nora asked.
"It appears that way. Let me take you back to Llanview on my private plane. On the way there we can watch this video of our wedding and try to remember whatever happened last night," Todd suggested.
"Fine, let's go," Nora said.