All I've Never Wanted(91)

“Yeah, I like I really want to share a room with you either!” Roman snapped. “You snore!”

I gasped. “I do not!”

“How do you know she snores?” Adriana asked curiously.

“I do not snore!” Then her question sunk in, and Roman and I gazed at each other, horrified, while the others eyed us with a mixture of suspicion, amusement, and cluelessness (the last one would be on Zack’s part).

“I guessed,” Roman muttered. “She looks like a snorer.”

“No, I don’t!” I stomped my foot childishly. I do not snore! Do I?

Carlo cleared his throat. “Well, once you’re both done acting like you’re on a kid’s playground, can we get back to the problem at hand?”

“I thought you already told us the problem. I—“ I jabbed a finger at myself. “Have to share a room with him.” Now I pointed at Roman.

“That was planned beforehand,” Carlo said dismissively. “I mean, it just makes sense. Parker and Adri are obviously together, Venice doesn’t want to room with anyone for some reason, and trust me, you do not want to room with Zack.” He didn’t mention the fact that he and Roman were still acting cool towards each other, which meant they wouldn’t be rooming together. “Anyway, you two are in the Orchid Suite. However, I thought that there would be more than one bedroom, but it turns out there, er, isn’t.”

The color slowly drained from my face while Venice burst into a fit of giggles beside me. I glared at her, shutting her up. While I was glad Venice was here, I am not happy about the fun she was having at my expense.

“I’m not sharing a bedroom with her,” Roman declared pompously.

“No, correction, I’m not sharing a bedroom with him.”

“You’re right, you’re sharing a bedroom together,” Carlo cut in calmly. “Sorry, I didn’t know.” He looked apologetic.

I was about to cry. “Carlo! You can’t! Why don’t we switch it around? I can trade places with Zack and stay with you instead!”

I wouldn’t mind. I knew Carlo wouldn’t do anything, and I’m always comfortable around him.

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” Roman sneered.

I ignored him. “Please?” I begged, nearly hyperventilating at the thought of sharing close quarters—or any quarters—with Roman.

Carlo scratched the back of his neck. “You have to ask Zack.”

I swiveled my head towards the blond, a pleading expression on my face.

“Sorry, My-My.” Zack looked guilty. “I can’t share a room with Roman, he gets really violent when he’s tired.”

“And so you’d rather I be there instead?” I near-yelled, drawing scandalized glances from the people around me.

“But you’re a girl, he can’t hit you,” Zack said cheerfully. “I’m a guy, he can hit me. Besides, it’s only for two nights!”

“That’s true, it won’t be that bad, honeybee,” Parker assured me.

I shook my head frantically. “V? Can I share with you?”


She didn’t meet my eyes. “I mean, you could, but I don’t know if there’s enough space. Besides, I don’t think you can sleep if you shared with me.”

Oh right. I may not snore, but Venice did. Loudly. Very loudly. The one time we attempted a sleepover I had to sneak into the guest room next door, and even then I could hear her through the walls.

“Parker? Adri?” I gazed at my two last remaining hopes with my best puppy-dog expression.

“Sorry, no can do. We have plans.” Adriana smirked, and the rest of us made gagging noises.

I don’t even want to know.

“Ok, guess that’s figured out. We’ll all get freshened up then meet for dinner before hitting the club,” Carlo announced. The Perrys’ birthday wasn’t until tomorrow, so tonight we were just relaxing until the festivities really started.

A low snarl erupted from Roman’s lips before he stomped off towards the elevator, the others staying a safe distance away.

“Carlo! How can you do this to me?” I hissed once they were out of earshot. “You know why I can’t stay in a room with him!”

Carlo smirked. “Au contraire, my friend, I know why you should stay in a room with him. We need to activate Phase One of Operation Revenge.”

My jaw dropped. “You did this on purpose!” I accused. “I bet you even told Zack to feed me that bull—“

“Regardless, it’ll be…eye-opening,” Carlo interrupted, smiling cheekily. “Shall I brief you on Phase One?”

“I didn’t even know there was a Phase One,” I groused. “Or an operation, period.”

“Don’t you remember our conversation from last week?”

“I thought you were joking!"

“I wasn’t. Anyway, Phase One is seduction.”

Now I was sure I heard wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Seduction,” Carlo repeated. “Although I suppose that’s not quite right, since seduction implies you will go through with the deed. I suppose you should just—tease him a little?”

“Carlo Tevasco!” My face was bright red by this point, whether from anger or embarrassment, I couldn’t tell. Probably a mixture of both. “I am not seducing him! Or teasing him! In fact, I am not talking to him, period.”