by R. Lorelei
~25~
The Bellagio had an elegant lobby full of flowers. The receptionist took care of me immediately handing me the key to my room and advising me on how to find it.
My room was painted white with a gray with large patterned accent wall behind the king sized bed. The seating area in my room had a sofa and love seat. I pulled the drapes back to find I had a view of the city which was bordered by mountains. It was stunning.
I opened the desk and found a bible and a small magazine highlighting the amenities of the hotel. I unpacked my suitcase and made myself comfortable on the king bed deciding to start my journey in Las Vegas with a much needed nap, followed up by room service.
I glanced at the amenities book, while I ate my breakfast. Spa/Salon caught my attention. I couldn’t remember the last time I did something for myself like a makeover or a facial treatment. They offered me their last appointment of the day. It gave me just enough time to worship the sun for a couple of hours and go for a swim which is exactly what I did.
The pool was large and rectangular. There were tables and chairs placed all around it. The sun was hot and I lathered on the suntan oil with SPF 15 before exposing my skin to the gorgeous rays of the sun.
In Toronto, we are lucky to have three or four months of sunny weather, I couldn’t imagine having it all year round like they do here! My anonymity here was another very attractive feature about here. Nobody knew me and I liked it that way. I lay by the pool in my BATHING SUIT with my sunglasses on, because there was no way in hell I was putting on a BIKINI with the small but obvious roll of FAT that I had accumulated becoming a Resident.
The entire time I lay by the pool I languished over Bradley. I relived in my head our entire history which didn’t take long because it was so brief. I reflected on the time that Mrs. Wilson coded and how supportive he was, Whole Foods, and most enjoyably rocking it in the Cath lab. I wondered if he ever did it with Maggie there. I remembered the horrible way he ended things with me. Finally, I found myself wondering if I had achieved the title of his bitch ex-girlfriend.
I left the pool angry at myself for letting him hurt me and went back to my room to change for my salon appointment. I decided on the works, sarcastically asking the stylist if she could make me into a new person, someone I had never seen before. I confided to her saying I wasn’t crazy about the one staring at me in the mirror.
Ivana complied by brandishing her scissors and proceeding to chop at least six or seven inches of hair like it was nothing. In mere seconds she had done away with my dated layered look for an extremely blunt haircut. It was a shocking change, but exactly what I had asked for. My layers lay scattered in a pile on the white linoleum floor, and I could barely recognize the new girl in the mirror with the same broken heart.
Ivana started with the most luxurious back rub I ever felt, “You’ll get used to the hair, give it time,” she encouraged.
“Will I get used to the broken heart too?” She didn’t touch that one. She stood in silence and continued her massage.
Then she brought me to a little secluded area where she worked on finishing my manicure and pedicure. She did such a great job; I ended up leaving her a generous tip and headed back to my room.
My cell was sitting on the desk in the room and I noticed it flashing. I pressed the button to see two texts. The first was from Aria saying everything was fine and asking if I made it there safely. The second one was from Nick,
Nick: CODE WHITE
It was not a good time for him to need me! I sent him a text:
Chanel: Do you want me to call you? We can’t meet.
I got a kick out of writing that text, because he would have a fit if he knew where I was. I didn’t even tell him I was leaving.
Nick: Why can’t we meet @ the loft? I’m driving there right now.
Chanel: Can’t, can I call u?
Nick: I don’t want to talk about this over the phone.
Chanel: Only you Nick, I’m at the Bellagio in Las Vegas.
Nick: Fuck Off! You’re not!
I took a selfie holding the amenities belonging to the hotel, forgetting for a second my new makeover.
Nick: OMG u chopped your hair off! You look fantab! Long overdue! You were hideous before, absolutely hideous!
Chanel: Thanks Dickwad.
Nick: Prick asked me where you were.
Chanel: You mean Throb?
Nick: He’s graduated. I thought he was testing me.
Chanel: What did you say?
Nick: In my bed.
Chanel: You didn’t!
Nick: No, said I didn’t know.
Chanel: What do u want to do about u’r code white?
Nick: We’ll do the CODE WHITE at the Bellagio!
Chanel: You can’t be serious; I came here to get away.
Nick: You know the rules. U can’t fail me on a code. I’ll be there when I can get there. What’s your room number?
Chanel: 1015, I’ll leave a key for you in case I’m out.
Nick: Okay! I’m calling into the hospital sick, I only have to miss 2 or 3 shifts & then I have a stretch off anyway.
Chanel: Nice 1.
Nick: C u later Coco!
I chose to have a quiet dinner alone in the room and an early night. I knew when Nick got here; my trip would change from rest and relaxation to wild and crazy in a heartbeat.
~26~
I heard the door knob and knew immediately it was Nick. I jumped off the bed and went running into his arms to embrace him. It felt so good, until I noticed he stank. I backed away and informed him. “You need a shower.”
He agreed with me, “I know.” He pointed to the door and I nodded confirming it was the bathroom.
I ordered food and waited for him to come out. He came out with a shower robe on, and I assumed nothing underneath, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Great, I ordered food.”
I sat on the sofa and Nick sat next to me. He was smiling, and fingering my hair, “I love the hair Coco, much sexier! I want to grab a fist full of your hair and without letting you move I want to fuck you from behind.”
I laughed, “Seriously Nick, what was the Code White all about?”
He faced me on the couch and kept playing with my hair, “I really missed you, Coco. I need to kiss you.”
I smiled at him and stroked his arm. It felt great to have him here. “You need to tell me about your code white,” I said using my playful voice.
He never took his eyes off me when he told me his side of the story, “I was with Aria last night. I think it was the third or fourth time I’d been with her. We went to the Paddock for drinks and dinner and then back to her place to watch a movie. I had a distinct impression that she was into S&M, remember we talked, and you said she looked like maybe she was. Honestly, I wanted to make her happy. I don’t do S&M you know that. So I started out by ordering her around telling her to suck my cock. She listened and started sucking for a while. Then when she said she didn’t want to do it anymore, I started spanking her ass telling her she was a bad girl for not making me happy. So then she started calling out, ‘Stop it, stop it.’ I thought she was role playing I swear! So I kept going, but now I was spanking her harder. She squirmed in my arms and she slapped me really hard in the face, and then I saw her eyes and she was crying so I stopped. After all that, I found out that she wasn’t into it after all. Then she told me she never wanted to see me again!”
By the time Nick was two-thirds of the way through his story, I was laughing so hysterically that my face was turning bright red and tears were forming in the corners of my eyes, and I peed in my underwear. Nick said so seriously, “It’s not funny,” and that’s when I started laughing even harder. I was buckled over now, because I was laughing so hard my back started hurting. I tried to compose myself but every time I get close, I kept picturing Nick slapping Aria’s bottom and started laughing all over again. I could tell Nick was getting angry at me, so I forced myself to calm do
wn.
With a feather light touch, Nick’s fingers caressed the back of my neck before he was about to pull my face to his for that kiss he’d been longing for. I had nothing to lose because Bradley threw me away with yesterday’s trash. I decided not to fight and gave into Nick’s desires, whatever he needed. I separated my lips ever so slightly giving him that open invitation he was waiting for and then his mouth covered mine.
He lifted me off the couch and said, “Let’s go to bed. I need to hold you tonight.” He carried me to the bed and then lowered me down carefully. His gentleness took my breath away.
He undressed me. I knew he needed me to start taking him seriously so that’s what I did. We laid on our sides with my back to his front as he cocooned me because that’s what we do. Our bodies were properly aligned and our breathing merged into one sound, one harmony.
I must have dozed off while Nick was holding me; I opened my eyes seeing the top of Nick’s spiky hair in between my legs and his silky tongue gliding expertly along the lips of my pussy. His lips were shiny with my juices. The tickle of his tongue was swirling around my clit waking me up.
I had never woken up to anything like that before and I spread my legs wider giving him easier access. His finger started playing with my clit while his tongue plunged deep into me. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, and it gave me the cold shivers. I just wanted that beautiful tongue to go deeper and do more magic.
Now I’m begging for him, “Nick, Please give it to me.” Involuntarily I started panting. I never thought I would see the day where I would be begging for sex from NICK!
I wanted to lick his lips so I grabbed his soft hair really hard and pulled his face away from my legs and then I licked the juices from his lips and he liked that and said, “You’re fucking sexy, and if you ever pull my hair like that again, I’m going to smack your ass really hard.”
He went back to work licking me and pleasing me, I was so close to coming; it amazed me that I was able to hold back.
I wanted to see Nick mad so I yanked his hair really fucking hard, we both looked at my hands and saw the remnants of his hairs between my fingers, his eyes went all carnal on me and then he flipped my body over like I weighed nothing and he slapped my ass with all his strength. His hand was heavy, and I screamed with each hit. Now my ass was burning, but I liked it. I wanted him to do it again, this time I didn’t have to do anything, he knew.
He grabbed me by the waist and lifted my ass into the air and then he shoved his entire face back into my pussy licking it wildly. My hands were clutching the sheets and I was getting weak from keeping my body in the position he wanted me in so he could continue eating me.
Then it stopped for a second and I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I turned to look at him and that was when my entire body went bounding forward out of control, his dick ramming into my pussy with brute force completely catching me off guard. I screamed again. He stabilized me with one arm and gagged me with his other hand so he could continue punishing me for pulling out his hair with this brutal sex.
I wanted to give him a hard time, show him I’m hard to control so I bit his hand hard and he fucked me harder grabbing my nipples and pinching them between his fingers callously not giving a shit whether he hurt me or not, and I liked that, I began to scream his name into the palm of his hand and I started coming uncontrollably.
He pulled it out and exhausted I collapsed onto the bed, but he ordered me to suck it, so I took his throbbing penis into my mouth as he fisted my hair with his hand and I tasted our sex on his dick. I licked him wildly taking all I could get of him in my mouth and then he ordered me to, “Swallow everything.” His juices flowed down my throat and I drank it hungrily.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
I laid my head on his chest and told him, “Aria doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
He looked at me and stroked my cheek, “Either does Bradley.”
~27~
We lay in bed snuggling for at least an hour before one of us decided to get up and shower. Nick beat me to it. I closed my eyes listening to the noises he made in the bathroom and pretended it was Bradley. I wondered what it would be like if he was here instead of Nick.
When the water shut off my daydream ended and I stepped into the bathroom naked to take my shower.
His eyes scanned the entire length of my body and in a husky voice he asked, “Have dinner with me tonight, we need to talk.” He was bare chested and only wearing a towel around his waist. I hadn’t noticed how muscular his back was until I saw him blow drying his hair. It was hot.
“Sure, Where and when do you want to meet?”
“The Prime Steakhouse, my treat. I’ll make reservations and text you.”
“Sure.”
I stepped into the luxurious multi-jet shower enclosed completely in glass. Except for a tiny bit of condensation, Nick had a perfect view of me showering and I could see I had his undivided attention. He had laid his brush and blow dryer down on the counter and didn’t move. He liked the visual. When I stepped out he was kind enough to wrap a long towel around my body.
“Don’t sulk over Bradley. Have fun today and forget about him.”
I fingered Nick’s spikes, “I can’t forget about him. He had every right to get mad after we did what we did.”
“I still don’t like him. He’s arrogant.”
“You’re not the one who has to like him. Do you think he’ll get back with me?”
Nick looked frustrated, “He would be stupid not to. He did ask about you when I was standing in line at Tim’s. I hate it when you talk about Prick!”
“You mean Throb,” I corrected.
“No Chanel,” and Nick gave me this look he always gives when he thinks he knows better, “he graduated, remember?”
Nick dressed quickly and then grabbed his wallet and phone, he started out the door, “I’ll text you what time to meet for dinner, so have your phone with you.”
Nick was acting moody. I had no clue why talking about Bradley bothered him so much. Nick was acting like Bradley was as a threat to him, but he shouldn’t be because all Nick and I were, were friends. Whenever I talked about Bradley now, Nick would get all menstrual on me.
I put my bathing suit on packed my bag to head for the pool making sure my phone was on and the volume turned up. My phone was powered down so when I put it back on it started flashing. I waited for it to load and then checked my answering machine before I left the room. I typed the code into my phone to hear my messages. There were three:
1: Nick, “Coco, I bumped into Bradley at Tim’s and he asked where you were. Where are you?”
2: Bradley: “It’s Bradley, give me a call.” (His voice was deep, sexy, and sweet all at the same time!) I wasn’t sure what I would say and if I should call from here or wait until I get back to Toronto. I would have to talk to Nick about it. (If he would let me.)
3: Aria: “Hi Chanel, its Aria. I just wanted to give you a heads up; it didn’t work out between Nick and me. We totally have to get together when you get back and have a girl talk!” (I couldn’t wait to hear her side of the story. I just hope I could keep myself together and not laugh.)
The pool was almost deserted today because Nevada people think 82 degrees is cold. I took the same lawn chair I laid in yesterday and did my routine of the oil and the sunglasses. I closed my eyes and thought of Bradley. I tormented myself over the big question, should I call him or shouldn’t I? I decided to call. I was scared about what he was going to say, but I decided to get it over with.
I looked for my contacts icon on my phone but it was too bright to make out the names, so I had to move to a shaded area. I scanned my contacts and found Bradley’s name and dialled.
My heart was pounding; I tasted vile from nerves rise up my throat. I knew if he picked on my fear, I would be tempted to just to hang up. I scolded myself for thinking that way; I was thirty-five and way too old to crank call.
One ring. I told myself to breath, t
his was going to be okay. I started mimicking Lamaze. Two rings. I panicked, what if it goes to voice mail, I hadn’t thought of that, I’ll probably say something retarded and have no way of deleting it, and then I’ll have to face him in a couple of days, totally embarrassed over what I said. Three rings, Omg voice mail is next and then I heard a click noise, I stopped breathing thinking did he pick up the phone? Does Bradley have call display? Did he pick it up and then hang it up because he didn’t want to talk to me? Then I realized, it was his recording coming on, I took a deep breath and decided against leaving a message. Now I had to speak to him, so I called the hospital.
I dialled the hospital number from heart. Locating answered and I requested to speak to Dr. Hart, the cardiologist not the CEO. The lady asked who I was. I told her it was Dr. St. Clare. She asked me to hold, telling me she was paging him. She came back on the line and said, “Here he is.”
There was a second pause. I was so nervous, “Bradley?”
“Chanel? Where are you?”
“Hi Bradley, I tried your house,” explaining why I had called the hospital to speak to him. I ignored his question and waited for him to control of the conversation.
“I’m glad you called here. We need to talk, can I see you?” Alpha male wants to see me. I was feeling like there was a glimmer of hope!
“Sure, I would love to but I’m not home.” Did he notice me missing from the hospital? Had Chase spoken with him about me asking for a leave of absence?
“Where are you?”
“I needed to get away. I’ll be back soon. Can it wait or did you want to talk now?” If it was hospital related then he would have spoken to me now, so I could narrow it down that he called for personal reasons.
“It will have to wait.” Woo hoot, personal!
Now, I was thinking he wanted to do this to my face, so it had to be serious, but what could be worse than breaking up with me or going to his brother and making it so I never work with him again. Shit, even the thought of what he did got me into a bad mood.
