Well, don't I always make good on my promises? This story will probably be really short, and will also be incredibly smutty.

And, in more random news, I pre – ordered Straw Dogs on DVD ages ago and it was delivered to me yesterday. I just wanted to say to everyone out there that it is brilliant, although some parts were really scary. And that Alexander Skarsgard is fucking brilliant as Charlie, even though he is the villain (although he is fucking hot!) as I keep being told and I always say that he isn't a very convincing villain and that you can see that his character is still totally in love with his Amy – cakes.

So getting down off of my soapbox,

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: This isn't mine.

SPOV

"Sookie, why on earth are we staying here?" my husband, Bill said to me as we ascended the front steps of the kön gud hotel.

"Well, Bill, it is like you said, since this is your business trip, it would be more worthwhile for me to choose which hotel we are staying at as I will be the one that is in the hotel the most, especially since you will be away on your business for most of the trip anyways, and, anyways, this hotel has better leisure activities than any of the other hotels that we have been to, and I enjoyed our previous stay here immensely. It really was one of the best trips I have ever had, so I am not going to rehash everything just to please you, misery guts, so if you think I am going to, you have another fucking think coming" I hissed at him. God, he really could be so fucking condescending sometimes. It was one of the things I hated the most about him.

"Baby ... I didn't mean it like that, I just thought that you would like to go somewhere with better leisure facilities ..." Bill continued, becoming more and more snappy with me.

"William Thomas Compton ... you fucking asked me to book the hotel, and you told me that you didn't care what hotel it was anyways, since apparently, you weren't going to be staying in it very much anyways , as you had to work, so I suggest that you hurry up and book us in so that you can run off to do that work ... or have a fucking nooner with the mistress, I don't really fucking care at this point, and I don't want you in my sight until at least 10.30pm tonight ..." I snapped at him. I had finally had the last straw, and I couldn't be arsed dealing with him right now, and lately, he was just downright pissy about everything. I mean, after all, he was the one that had given me the choice of which hotel I wanted, and what all we were going to do together whilst we were here.

However, out of the two of us, it was me who had the most right to moan, as it was HIM who was dragging me out of my home state, Louisiana, to New York, to spend four weeks, listening to HIM go on and on about how important HIS computer business and how HE was going to make an awful lot of money from HIS new business venture.

This whole fucking business trip had absolutely nothing to do with me, and here I was being dragged all over the fucking country just to please HIM.

Really, I was so fucking over it already, as we had already been to a whole host of other cities and luckily New York was the last on the list before we could head back to Bon Temps.

"Bill, just hurry up and book us into our room, I really could do with a lie down. I am sorry for snapping at you, its just you get on my nerves, I am tired, feeling slightly annoyed, and totally over this whole travelling thing" I said to him, we had been on this "trip" for the past six months.

"Alright sweetheart ..." Bill said, kissing me on the forehead before going over to the check – in desk to book us in. I took a seat down at the far side of the lobby. The seat closest to the elevator. And then I noticed that Bill had became absorbed in conversation with the receptionist, who looked like she was lapping up every bit of attention Bill was paying to her, I couldn't help but laugh at her. He would never fall for someone like that, and if he did, she was welcome to him.

I didn't want no one else's sloppy seconds.

And, I had way more important things to be worrying about.

But, since I was completely intrigued at about what they could possibly be talking about for so long, I got up out of my seat and waltzed across the hotel lobby, and eagerly joined in on the conversation.

"Hey ... Bill, are we checked in yet? It's just that I am just about dead on my feet" I said, folding my arms across my chest and trying my damnest to look annoyed, even though I was incredibly amused.

Not that Bill would notice the difference anyways.

"Excuse me? Is there a problem here?" came a voice from behind the reception desk. I lifted my head to notice a man who could only be described as an Adonis standing behind the counter. The man had to have been at least 6 foot 4, with short blonde hair that I just longed to run my hands all through. He had bright blue eyes, that I could just easily lose myself in. He was wearing a dark blue suit, that looked like something from Tom Ford, and a lighter blue shirt, with the top few buttons undone. I could see that he had shaved/waxed all the hair on his chest, since it was completely bare. He was also wearing a long necklace which fell to about the idle of his chest. He also had bright white shining teeth and a genuine smile that extended to his eyes, which were now twinkling with delight.

However, before I could say anything, Bill's phone rang, and he immediately hurried off to answer it. The Adonis, the receptionist and I stood in complete utter silence until he came back.

"Sorry ... that was work. I have to be there in half an hour, so I just have time to leave our things into our room before I go." Bill said, upon returning.

"What was the name under again?" the receptionist asked, having watched the exchange.

"Compton" Bill said.

"Stackhouse" I said, at the same time.

"Sookie ... how often do I have to tell you, your name is Compton, not Stackhouse. You haven't been a Stackhouse since our wedding day." Bill growled at me.

I cast him a dirty look, that was absolutely nothing compared to the look that the blonde Adonis before me was giving Bill.

"Well ... there is no reservation under Compton, but there is one under Stackhouse. You are in room 211. Here is you key." The receptionist said.

"Is there just one key?" I asked, as I wanted a separate one from Bill.

"No, there isn't" she replied.

"Yes there is ... here take this one" the Adonis said, reaching behind him and handing me another key.

"Sookie, we just need one key" Bill informed me.

"Bill. Shut up and stop talking crap. It makes more sense for us to have two separate keys as then I don't have to be in the room to let you in." I snarled at him, thoroughly over his pissing antics.

"Fine. But remember you don't get to talk to me like that. Ever. Do you hear me?" Bill growled.

I just nodded, tears whelling up inside of me.

"Don't let it happen again. I am going to leave our stuff in our room. You are coming too." Bill said.

"No." I informed him. "I have my own key and I am going to explore the hotel and check out what leisure activities the hotel has to offer." I told him, smirking at the Adonis as I entered into the elevator, as Bill started for the stairs. He never took the elevator. He said it was unhealthy. That coming from a man who sat on his arse all day playing on computers?

"Maybe we can ride it together since I am too going that way?" The Adonis questioned, coming out from behind the counter, and walking alongside me towards the elevator.

So ... what do you think ... should I continue? abandon?