In life there were many normal yet unbelievably extraordinary things that occurred. Things like babies being born, treasures being found after centuries of being lost, seasons changing.
In a hotel room in the city there was also something completely normal going on, but at the same time it was unbelievable. Because that normal something was something that should have been impossible. In that particular hotel room there were two people sleeping.
But that was where the normalcy of the situation ended.
For the two people who were sharing a bed were none other than Deacon Roth and Haley Slater.
A man and a woman from families that did not like each other at all.
Members from both families barely tolerated living in the same city. If the slumbering pair's family members were to find out what the two of them were doing at that very moment, sleeping side by side. There would certainly be more than a few heart attacks.
That was how unusual the situation was. But no one knew where they were and what they were doing. So the two people on the bed continued to sleep peacefully.
Both of them lost in Dreamland, their arms loosely around one another.
Their chests rising and falling in sync.
The two of them could have stayed like that, wrapped around each other and lost in slumber indefinitely, but that was not the way of the world.
Pretty soon the peace of the room was broken by a shrill sound that just would not let up.
It droned on and on until finally the occupants of the bed began to stare.
Deacon, recognizing the sound as that of the alarm on his phone reached out blindly. Letting out a relieved sigh when his fingers made contact with the device and he was finally able to shut off the noise. With the room once again peaceful, the Roth CEO settled back down. Pulling the warm weight near him closer.
The bed's other occupant, having been awakened by the noise, settled while being held close, falling asleep soon after, even smiling softly as Deacon's breath tickled their ear.
Had he been a little bit more awake? Deacon would have been questioning why there was somebody in bed with him. But he was too out of it for that.
For a second though, the other person in the bed, burrowed closer. Their nose rubbing against his and making Deacon smile and squeeze them briefly, before the pull of sleep became too strong.
Once again time passed and the rooms to occupants continued to hold each other completely unaware of that fact.
The next time that Deacon woke up, it was nature's call making it impossible for him to remain asleep.
His bladder demanding attention and not allowing him to ignore it.
Eyes half closed Deacon pulled himself away from the unbelievably comfortable bed( his bed had always been comfortable, courtesy of him having spent quite a bit of money on buying the best,)but this was something else.
How could a bed be so soft and smell so good? Was it perhaps a new pillow? Or maybe the cleaning staff had used a new detergent on his sheets. Making a mental note to ask them the next time, Deacon made his way to the bathroom.
His brow furrowing when not only, was it in the wrong direction, but everything seemed to be off as well.
Unwilling to turn on the lights, or even open his eyes all the way to investigate. The man simply did his business and went back to bed.
The best bed ever welcoming him. Its perfectness allowing him to slip back into slumber without any resistance.
He never even noticed that in his absence. The other occupant of the room had been moving about searching for his presence. But the moment he settled back in, she had gone still, a small smile on her lips, as his warmth once again enveloped her.
The third time that Deacon Roth woke up, the last of the alcohol's buzz had fizzled out of his system. Finally allowing him to feel the full effect of his ill-advised drinking binge the night before.
His body over-sensitive to everything. The light hurt his eyes even though his eyelids were closed, and he was forced to throw a hand over his face in an effort to preserve his eyesight.
But even though the arm over his eyes helped ease his headache a bit, it did nothing for the roiling feeling in his stomach that made him feel as though he were about to throw up at any moment.
Not wanting to deal with that, Deacon focused on breathing in, and out until the feeling was somewhat manageable.
With his nausea under control, he tried to get up, but he rose too quickly and soon fell backwards again. Groaning as his head felt as though somebody were taking a jackhammer to it.
"Argh," He groaned, then he cut the sound short. When he realized that instead of his usual gruff morning voice, there was also another tone to be heard.
Great, just great. Not only had he gotten stupidly drunk the night before, it seemed that he had also gone to bed with someone.
Wrecking his brain's Deacon tried to recall who it could be. But his mind came up with nothing but a static buzz as an answer.
Suppressing the urge to groan yet again, he grit his teeth instead. Then he carefully loosened his jaw when the action made him very aware that his hangover did not appreciate such things.
Breathing deep once more, Deacon did his best not to panic.
He already had a hangover from hell and wasn't bed with a woman that he had no idea who she was, panicking or only make things worse.
The way he saw it, he had two options. He could sneak out and hope that his companion was too drunk to recall that she'd actually slept in the same bed as Deacon Roth.
'I spent the night with the CEO,' would be a very horrible headline to read about himself.
But if he ran, there was a chance that that would be exactly what happened.
Slowly patting down his body with the hand that was not keeping the sun out of his eyes. Deacon felt a bit of his tension ease, he was still fully clothed.
Any other day he would have been disgusted in himself for getting so drunk he needed to check his clothes to determine if anything had happened. But feeling his belt buckle still done and his pants zipped, brought him an immeasurable amount of relief.
They had not done anything, which meant he would not have to worry about the woman surprising him with a pregnancy down the line.
Feeling more in control of the situation, Deacon decided that the best cause of action was to face his companion head on.
There was no way that he would be paying her for her silence. But if she decided to try and be stubborn, he would make sure that she was well aware of the fact that he could destroy her with a snap of his fingers.
Mind made up on how he was going to handle the situation. Deacon, feeling the woman next to him, moving around more insistently, her cries of agony, not being suppressed in the least, finally lowered his arm and opened his eyes fully.
As expected the sunlight was not his friend, he very badly wanted to throw his arm back over his face again, but he forced himself not to. At the very least he hoped that his pained grimace would look like a glare to the woman.
"Where am I?" Hearing the woman's confused scratchy voice, Deacon knew that it was now time to act.
With a sigh he slowly turned his head towards the bed's other occupant.
Looking over, Deacon found himself staring at a gorgeous pair of emerald green eyes, and for a few seconds he could not help but stare into them completely entrenched.
Then the rest of the person's features caught up with him, and for a moment his mind went offline.
No, no, no...
Of all the people that it could have been.
"Slater!"
"Roth!"