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What the fuck did I do?
24
Sebastian
The room continues to spin. I walk into the bathroom and lean on the sink. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My face has a sheen of perspiration, my hair is tousled, but it’s the disgust in myself that makes my stomach roll.
No.
I may be a lot of things, but a lying cheater I am not.
Fuck, this is a nightmare.
What the hell went on last night? I search my brain for a recollection of anything.
Let me think, I was sitting at the table.
Bart came over and sat down.
He told me that April’s contract was good to go and that I should sign it.
Then…
I screw up my face to concentrate really hard.
Nothing.
I need to see Bart. I know for sure that he was there. I march back out into my room and retrieve my phone. I dial his number, but it rings out. I glance at my watch. It’s only early. Maybe he’s in the shower.
I call Melody, the tour manager.
“Hello.”
“Hello, this is Sebastian. Can you tell me what room Bart is in, please?”
“Hi, Sebastian. Let me check.”
“Okay.”
I wait on the line until she comes back, “He’s on level 6, room 624.”
“Thank you.” I hang up, throw on my suit, and five minutes later, I’m walking up the corridor toward room 624. Jeremy is approaching from the other direction.
“Morning.” I nod.
“Good morning,” he replies, and we both stop once we get to room 624. “Are you here to see Bart?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He looks at me deadpan, and I can feel an undertone of anger. “Me, too.”
I fake a smile. Great. Don’t tell me that I’m arriving in the middle of a domestic. I’m not in the mood for their fighting shit this morning. I turn toward the door and knock.
Jeremy stands behind me, waiting for the door to open.
I knock again.
“Looks like he’s not here,” I say, half relieved.
“Stand aside, Melody just gave me a key.” He holds the card up to the scanner.
“That’s not necessary.” I get the feeling that something is going down between them. “I’ll come back later.”
The lock releases, and Jeremy pushes the door open. Bart is fast asleep in bed with a naked woman on either side of him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jeremy cries from behind me.
My eyes widen.
Fuck.
Jeremy marches in, picks up a jug of water, and he pours it over Bart’s head. “How could you?” he cries.
Bart wakes with a jump. He looks around confused and shocked. “What’s going on?” He jumps back when he sees the woman. “Who are you?” he cries.
The woman smiles and stretches. “Hi, baby,” she purrs.
“How could I be so stupid?” Jeremy cries before he marches from the room.
“Jeremy!” Bart yells. “I don’t know…” He scurries out of bed and falls onto the floor, disorientated. “What the fuck is going on here?” He’s naked with scratch marks all over his back and a large love bite on his neck. Red lipstick is smeared all over his face.
Hell, this is bad.
“I swear to you…” Bart cries. “I don’t know.” He looks around the room, completely shocked by what’s going on. He wraps a towel around his waist and chases Jeremy out into the corridor. I hear Jeremy going ballistic, with Bart hot on his heels.
Hang on. The same thing that happened to me has happened to him.
I think we were drugged.
I walk over to the bed. “Who are you?” I yell at the women.
“What?” They wince as they screw up their faces.
“What did you put in our drinks?” I demand.
“What are you talking about?” The blonde one scowls as she climbs out of bed. She’s naked and has a killer body.
I grab her by the arm. “I’m calling security. Right now.”
She rips her arm out of my grip. “What are you talking about, you idiot? I’m a call girl. Bart ordered us and paid for the entire night. Check his credit card if you don’t believe me.”
What?
Oh hell.
Bart comes marching back into the room. “Get the fuck out of here!” he cries to the two women. He storms into the bathroom and slams the door.
They both look to me for direction.
“You heard the man!” I snap. “Leave. Now.”
They collect their things, and I walk to the window to stare down at the street so I don’t have to look at them while they dress. Disgust fills my every pore. I’ve never had anything against working girls. They’ve always excited me.
Today, it feels wrong. I feel dirty.
I turn back to them. “Were either of you in my room?”
“No.”
“Tell me the truth,” I growl.
“Your security guard came and dragged you away before the fun even started.”
I close my eyes in relief.
Thank God.
The girls dress, and they leave in silence.
I knock on the bathroom door. “Bart?”
He stays silent.
“They’re gone.”
He opens the door. Devastation is written all over his face.
