Before you get all pissy at me, let me just say my computer broke. On my profile, if you haven't seen already, I've said it is busted. No longer do I have the same files nor the program to post chapters/stories. And I'm SORRY.
The only computer that DOES have the program I need DOESN'T have my original story on. So this isn't the original chapter. And I can't get the original chapter back either.
So, here's chapter 31 and don't expect my updating speed to be the same. Again, I am sorry.
One Day Before Wedding Date: Panic Zone
Hinata gasped, snapping up. Her opulence eyes were wild, her inky black/blue hair a perfect example of a rat's nest and somehow, during the night, her clothes had landed on the floor in random places. She brought her hands to her face, checking out her raggedy nails and dry skin. The suite smelled suspiciously musky, almost as if men's cologne and women's perfume had mixed together not hours before. And sleepy Sasuke was naked beside her.
With a sigh, she crawled from bed, the love bites evident on her bare porcelain skin. She crossed the room, pulled on a white fluffy robe and grabbed a just as fluffy towel off the heated rack, twisting the knob to the shower on. There was so much to do and so little time to do. She still had to make sure everyone the guest list was here. The location of the wedding ceremony was being held was barely ready for Temari. And tonight was the bachelorette party.
Dejectedly, she stepped onto the cool tile of the shower, which was being rapidly heated by of the scalding hot water. But a pair of very toned arms wrapped around her tiny waist, a pair of knees knocking into her own so that they stumbled into the shower. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against Sasuke, hearing his half asleep mumblings of good morning.
Whatever they had done last night totally evaded her and for a brief moment, she wondered if he had spiked her drink. All she had was five cups of jasmine tea, two helpings of baked lime-kissed bass and one serving of everything that was had been laid out. Maybe the food had gotten to her brain? It had been a very romantic setting.
"Why are you up at such an ungodly hour anyways?" Sasuke mumbled, running a washcloth down her back.
She pursed her naturally pink lips, her eyes narrowing. "What time is it?"
"Eight thirty."
With a sigh, she twisted her already soaked hair into a bun on top of her head, only to realize she didn't have a clip. "That's not ungodly. It's just early."
"It should be considered ungodly," he muttered darkly as she twisted around the small enclosure. "When are we going to be done with this wedding anyways?"
"Tomorrow," she responded, having switched positions with him. "We'll go home, spend a few days at a spa, relax and act like they've been married since forever."
"Sounds easy."
"It should be. I'm not in the mood for difficult." She smiled as he chuckled softly. "Now let's get out, because I'm pruney and in a few minutes, Temari-chan will be in here complaining missing people."
He pulled her back into his sexy arms, landing kisses along the sensitive curve of her neck. "No."
"Sasuke," she groaned, her eyes closing more from impatience than pleasure, even though it was nice. "Not now. I have a job to do. And unfortunately, I'm getting paid to do it."
"How's that unfortunate?" he grumbled after her, the water having been cut off and a towel wrapped around his waist.
She shook her head and pulled out the drawers to a tall dresser. "Never mind. Just get ready. Today, you and boys are to make sure Shikamaru has a good time. Can you do that for me?"
He nodded, crawling right back into bed. She watched him with a soft frown before pulling on a chocolate-brown cowl-neck sweater dress and Tory Burch dark rinse low-rise skinny jeans with a pair of chocolate brown crochet Uggs, twisting her hair into a lose French twist.
Grabbing her purse, she rushed out of the room and down the hallway. It was good a thing she had today mapped out. If it weren't for her Blackberry, she'd never get anything done on time.
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"Temari-chan," Hinata said softly, knocking on the door. For a moment, nothing happened and she considered getting a person to come up here and open the door when it swung up. Shikamaru yawned loudly, dressed in nothing but a hunter green terry bathrobe.
"Oh!" she stepped back, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. "Am-am I disturbing-?"
Hinata-kun?" Temari shoved Shikamaru to the side, already dressed in a light wash denim skirt, black cashmere turtleneck and black lace-up Oscar de la Renta to-the-knee stiletto boots. She smiled brightly, kissing Shikamaru cheek and skipping out of the room. "Let's go get the others! We'll hit up the spa and then we'll rent a hotel room somewhere else and act like little girls! We'll order pizza and make our own root beer floats . . ."
Hinata nodded, jotting down the notes in her Blackberry. "Sounds fun."
"It should be! This is my bachelorette party! It has to be fun!" She slammed her purse against the door of Sakura and Sora's room. "Wake up my pretties! It's time to party!"
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Sasuke leaned against the bar, a cigarette in his mouth and a pair of platinum aviators perched on his straight nose. He had told everyone by text that in five minutes, there was going to be a Hummer stretch limo –thanks to Hinata- sitting at the front doors. And if they weren't downstairs by then, they were going to be left behind and miss out on all the fun. The fun being a dance club on the other side of town, then they were going to bar hop for a little bit and to top it all off, a party at the strip club with not one, not two but THREE strippers.
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.
He checked his watch face then the elevator, which opened up to reveal Shikamaru, Shino, Kiba, Chouji and Naruto. The one on the other side revealed Itachi, Lee, Neji and –le gasp- Fuguka and Hiashi. No one seemed affected by this except for Sasuke, whose right eyebrow had gone into rapid twitching, as they were all chatting like they were good friends. It was probably about the best scotch, because Hiashi and Fuguka knew all about that. Drinking scotch was their passion.
"Well," Sasuke muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark rinse Calvin Klein jeans. "Looks like everyone checks out." Turning on the heel of his expensive loafers, he power walked towards the front doors. "Just be glad you didn't miss your ride."
I know, I know. This is like the shortest chapter known to man! And trust me, I've seen shorter.
I just hope it was enough to satisfy you. The next one shall be bigger and the ending will shock you :]
Keep reading, my pretties! ~CocoaAngel95