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“Lyric. I…” he begins to say, but it’s too late.
“Go home, Rafe. I don’t want to see you again.”
Then I hear Eun calling my name. My friend’s voice is an extra splash of ice cold water to my libido. I open the door and find him standing there.
“Are you okay?” Eun reaches my side and pulls me in his arms. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to get out of here,” I utter, not looking back at Rafe, even though I can feel his stare boring into the back of my head.
Chapter Seven
Rafe
Istand there feeling helpless while Lyric is led out of the karaoke room by his best friend. A best friend who’s in love with him. I can see it clearly in Eun’s eyes when he looks at Lyric.
No one has ever made me feel like I’m the lowest scum on the earth—not until Lyric did when he left just now. Maybe asking for a fuck went too far, but I was being honest with him. Besides, with Lyric’s taste still on my tongue and a semi still in my jeans, I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Lyric’s three other friends pass by the doorway, each with concern on their faces. Shit. Did they hear us arguing?
Fig enters the room and shakes his head at me. “You really fucked up.”
That draws me up short and I glare at the bodyguard. “I know.”
“Several times.”
“What do you mean?”
“First, you dragged Lyric away like some caveman. Don’t get me wrong. It was hot, but it wasn’t the time for that.”
“I’m guessing there’s a second point to this?” I fold my arms across my chest and frown.
“And a third. You had a chance to tell him how you feel. Instead, you ask him for a parting fuck. Who says that shit—wait, you just did.”
“Shit. You heard us?” I rake my fingers through my hair.
“We all heard every word you two were saying. Sex isn’t a joking matter, Rafe.” Fig’s tone reminds me of my father when he’s about to yell at me for doing something stupid.
“I know that,” I admit, now feeling gut-punched. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Dude, sometimes being honest isn’t the way to do things. You made a grand gesture by coming here, but you just undid it. To make it up to Lyric, you need to do another one.”
“But what?” I scratch my head, trying to think of something Lyric would like.
“Do I need to think of everything?” Fig shakes his head again.
“Really?” I glare at the bodyguard, who is now smirking at me. “I’ll think of something. In the meantime, let’s head back to the hotel.”
“Fine by me. I’m starving,” Fig announces as he rubs at his stomach.
I’m kind of hungry too. And with jetlag still looming, my days and nights are all mixed up. “Get us to the hotel, and we’ll order room service… Is room service available at this hour?”
“We shall see,” Fig utters as he walks out of the room. “Come on. Ji’s bringing the car to the door for us.”
From the car, I call Bobby, let it ring several times, but he doesn’t answer his cell phone. So I call Danny instead.
“What the hell, Rafe? It’s… nine in the morning,” Danny says grumpily.
My friend sure likes his sleep. But I’d be cranky too, I guess, if I was woken up on my vacation.
