Everyone went all out for prom night. It was the time to show off your newest party dress and the time to flash around your new bling. It was also the time where guys feel the need to have sex at the hotel.

I hadn’t wanted to but in Vince’s mind: it wasn’t my choice. Of course, he didn’t go around with that as his motto but he made it known to me that when he wanted to, we would.

Yeah, he was a jerk.

So, after we had exited the limo; after we had danced a little; drank a little spiked punch, Vince strolled across the dance floor to where I was with my group of friends.

“Can I steal my girl away for a little?â€? Vince asked my friends in his irresistible voice. He reached for my hand and I stepped quickly to his side.

It took them all a minute to reply, everyone wanted my boyfriend but me. Vince smiled a goodbye and pulled me off to the elevators.

“It’s the grand suite.â€? He told me.

“Thanks.â€? I said unemotionally before starting to complain. “Ugh, I’ve got a headache.â€?

“Did you drink?â€? he asked.