In the wrong arms.

NICHOLAS POV

I arrived at my hotel room by 7 pm, nervous and tense. I planned to hurry up and prepare the table before my visitor arrived. 

I immediately set to do that and I whistled softly, hoping that it would help me to calm my nerves.

The hotel room which I booked was dimly lit. 

I had spent hours preparing for this moment, hoping to win Lily back.

Down the hall, there was an engagement party. I knew this because I had strolled over earlier and looked through the door. The usual "Will you marry" banner was at the other end of the large hall. 

Somehow, it gave me hope that soon, I would be proposing to my woman. Well, she was no longer my woman again, because we were not together at the moment. I focused on arranging the items on the table as the sound of loud music floated over from the party hall. 

It felt ridiculous that the music was a stark contrast to my tense mood.

 As I placed the last glass on the table, I sprang up and started to pace around the room. 

My eyes remained fixed on the door. 

"Lily, please come," I whispered to myself. "We need to talk things through."

I had broken up with her months ago, after finding out that she cheated on me. 

Although I was the one who got it wrong, I found it so hard to move on. I drowned myself in my job, yet I couldn't get over her. I was almost losing my mind at the moment and it was because I didn't know how to get rid of my love for her. 

I threw a glance at my wrist to check my watch for the hundredth time. 

It was already a few minutes after 10 pm.

She was late.

 A knot tightened in my stomach and my mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

Why wasn't she here yet?

Had she changed her mind?

I looked at the private dinner table which I just set and I strolled over to the speaker and put on some soft music.

This was it!

Everything was ready and set. I had even taken some sex-enhancement drugs that would help me make the night memorable for us. 

The only thing I needed was for her to show up.

However, as the minutes ticked by, I started to feel a knot in my stomach.

When I had waited for one long hour, it dawned on me that Lily was probably never going to show up. 

"Damn it!" I growled, grabbed the bottle of whiskey, emptied its contents into a glass, and took a swig.

"She lied to me," I muttered. "She said she would come, but she's not here."

I pulled out my phone and checked her location. She was in the hotel premises. 

Anger surged through me. She was here, but she hadn't bothered to show up at the room number I sent to her in a text.

I rang up her phone and it rang for a few seconds before ending abruptly. 

I raised the glass of whiskey to my lips and poured it down my throat. This wasn't her first time of lying to me. Now, she had gone the extra mile to trick me into believing her again.

I slumped back in my chair and crossed my legs.

 Why was I still trying to win her back? Why was I still holding on to the hope that she would change?

After another hour had passed, I was still drinking and she was yet to show up.

I checked her location on my phone again, my eyes narrowed as  I saw she was still in the hotel premises.

 That made me even angrier. I slammed my fist on the table, making the glasses shake.

In a fit of rage, I kicked the table, sending plates and glasses shattering to the floor.

 I grabbed one of the wine bottles and smashed it against the wall.

I was too furious to notice that someone was knocking on the door.

The knock came again and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.

I rushed to open it, still drunk, my vision dark. I flung open the door, and two uniformed men stood before me, flanking a beautiful woman in their arms. She was stunning, but her eyes were glassy, and she swayed unsteadily.

"We were asked to bring her to Mr. N's room," one of the men said, eying me.

I raked my hands through my hair. Who was Mr. N?  

Then it hit me - my name, Nicholas, started with the letter N. 

A chill ran down my spine. The woman smiled at me and fell into my arms. I grabbed her, because I saw that she was almost falling. She wrapped her arms around me.

"I've missed you." She cried out. 

My confusion grew and looked at the uniformed men. They didn't seem to provide any solution, so I tried to release myself from her grip.

"Ma'am, please," I muttered with discomfort.

“Keep her for the night” One of the men said with a wink before they turned and walked away, leaving me alone with this mysterious woman. 

She buried her face in my chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Nathan...he cheated on me," she stammered.

I frowned. Nathan? Who was Nathan? And who was this woman? Lily? But she looked different...and sounded different.

I tried to shake off the haze of alcohol, but my thoughts were too muddled. I couldn't even make sense of anything. All I knew was that this woman was crying, and I was too drunk to know what to do. She slipped out of my hands went over to the bed and sat on it.

I approached her, "Lily?" I called out.

She flashed a smile at me. 

"Did you have to take so long?" I said, offering her the last bottle of alcohol, and she took it before breaking into laughter.

 "I know how to make Nathan mad," she said.

I didn't wonder who Nathan was because she started to take off her red dress, and my eyed almost popped.

My breath hitched and the effects of the drugs I took earlier kicked in. 

She wiggled out of her panties and strolled towards me.

My eyes fell on her stark naked body and something inside me snapped. 

 I stepped away from her, trying to clear my head, but she grabbed him, her hands wrapping around my arm.

"Don't go," she pleaded with a husky voice. "Let's make Nathan jealous."

I tried to shake her off, but she held on tight, her grip surprisingly strong.

 I blinked, peering at her face closely in a bid to see if it was Lily.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She let out a loud, cackling laughter and pressed her bare boobs against my chest. "You'll find out."

Then, she pulled me into a kiss as her hands straddled the belt in my jeans. Her hands danced over the hardness in my chest and she raised lifted herself on a tiptoe to whisper into my ears. "I know you want me, Nathan"

I didn't know who Nathan was, but I was so damn sure that I wanted her. 

I scooped her into my arms and rushed over to the bed.