Love At First Hate (Love At Firsts Book 2)(47)



“You made it!” she exclaims.

“Of course I did, what did you think? That I’d let you two get married without me?”

“Nah, I know you better. So you two huh?” She points between Nate and me.

“Yes, and no I’m not going to answer any of your questions right now.” I smirk.

“Spoilsport,” she pouts.

“Always.” I chuckle and kiss her head.

I introduce Nate to everybody. I know he’s met some of them before, but I can’t remember who. All of my friends are here, so it’s hard to remember. I’m glad my parents aren’t down tonight or it would have been nerve-wracking, especially for Nate, being introduced to the parents of your brand new boyfriend of a couple of hours. I can’t imagine it being an easy introduction.

As we’re all chatting, his sister comes over with her friends, and we all greet each other before going our separate ways. They want to hit the nightclub located in the hotel while I just want to have a drink and go lie down. All these emotions have drained me.

“I’ll shoot you a message when I’m heading up. We can plan something tomorrow,” Nate says quickly as the others are all talking.

“Sounds good to me. Have fun, and don’t let them rope you into something weird.” I give him a playful worried look.

“I’m scared already.” He chuckles and kisses me. The noise around us stops, and I enjoy the kiss, probably more than I should as I’m ready for round three with Nate. As we break the kiss, we are met with the eyes of all of our friends turned to us, massive grins on their faces.

“I knew it!” Haven shouts making all of us laugh.

“Yeah, you did.” I grin and kiss Nate again before he goes off with his sister. Apparently, she got the penthouse for all of them to be in just one room to make it easier for everybody. Smart thinking when you’re a group of young women traveling alone.

I check in and go to my room to drop off my stuff. I join the others at the bar for a couple of drinks. We do end up talking about Nate, and it feels good talking about him as my boyfriend. It feels natural, and I couldn’t be happier that it finally happened. There’s still that niggling little voice in the back of my head telling me that something is going to go tits up. I just can’t put my finger on what, and that’s what’s doing my head in.



Giggle. Scream. Giggle. Thud.

What the hell is going on? I have an odd sense of déjà vu with what happened with Haven. Here’s my loud neighbor! I snort to myself.

I check the time and see it’s just four in the morning. I groan and bang on the wall, hoping I’ve got the right wall or I’m f*cked and will wake up the other neighbors.

Someone bangs back on the wall and more giggles ensue. I’m hungover. I had way too many drinks with my friends, and I have a banging headache. I’m not in the mood for this kind of shit.

I put my sweatpants on and march to the door. I grab my room key and go to the room next door and bang on the door.

No answer.

I bang again, and someone finally comes over. To my surprise, it’s Nate.

“What the hell?” He doesn’t look amused, and I’m sure I don’t either.

“I told you to be more quiet,” he whispers loudly in the room.

“Care to tell me what the hell is going on?” I groan rubbing my eyes.

“Someone is grumpy.” He chuckles.

“No, someone is hungover and in need of sleep, and I was woken up by female giggles coming from your room.” I cross my arms over my chest. Now I’m not the jealous type, but I’m f*cked off, especially when sleep deprived.

“Jealous?” Nate matches my cocky attitude.

“Yes.” I frown.

“It’s just Madeline and her friends being loud.” He opens the door for me to see them jumping on the round bed in the middle of the room.

“Matthew!” Madeline shouts and runs to me, jumping into my arms. I just have the time to catch her.

“Bloody hell, woman! Calm your tits!” I shout, trying not to be too loud.

“I love you, Matthew. I hope I’ll meet someone as good as you one day.” She cuddles into me and sighs.

“You will. You’re a beautiful woman, and if I were into women, I’d try to woo you. Sadly, I like your brother’s dick better.” I shrug and make all of them laugh.

“Take good care of his heart. He deserves someone as good as you,” she says sadly.

“Thanks, babe, I will. Now, can you do something for me?” I ask her.

“Anything you want, Matthew,” she says in her little voice.

“First of all, it’s Matt. Not Matthew, you make me sound like an old man. Second, can you keep it down? I have a banging headache, and I could do with some sleep.” I smile at her.

“You’ve got it.” She kisses my cheeks and hurries back inside.

“I feel for you, stuck in there with them,” I tell Nate.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” he says through tight lips.

“Need a place to crash?” I chuckle.

“Yes, please.” He groans and grabs one of the key cards. “I’ll see you lot for breakfast. Don’t do anything stupid, and be quiet!” he tells them before closing the front door and walking with me to my room.

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