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His face is expressionless as he reaches in the pocket of his pants to pull out a set of keys. "Take these. Go to my apartment for the night."
The brunette reaches for them casually as if it's second nature to her. She's been there. She's been inside his apartment just like I have. "What about…" her voice trails when there are three soft knocks on the door.
It's Rebecca. She's come back looking for me. Nathan takes a heavy step towards the door but I'm faster. I bolt across the room and swing the door open wanting to leave this room, this man and this nightmare behind me.
"Hey, you're Jessica, aren't you? I'm Travis." He's wearing a ball cap pulled low over his forehead. Curly blonde locks spill from the sides.
"Travis," I repeat his name because I have no idea what else to say. Who the hell is Travis and why is he standing in the doorway of Nathan's hotel suite with two suitcases in his hands?
"We're going to Nate's place." The brunette is calling from behind me. What kind of kinky threesome did I stumble on?
"She looks exactly like that picture you showed me on your phone." Travis is a chatty one. Whose picture on whose phone?
I twist around to look at Nathan. He's holding a phone in his hand. I'm holding his phone in my hand.
"I took this picture of you when you were at the restaurant with your roommates." He holds up the phone and there's an image of me from the side talking to Bryce. I look like I'm eighteen-years-old. It was the day I saw him with his friend, Ivy.
"But this is your phone." I dangle the phone in my hands.
"No," he corrects me with a cock of his brow. "This is my phone."
"We should go, babe." The brunette is inching towards the door teetering a bit as she scurries across the carpeted floor. It's obvious that bourbon has done her in for the night.
"I'm Sandra, by the way." She holds her hand out diminutively. "I'm Nathan's sister."
Chapter 2
"You could have stopped me at some point."
He takes a heavy swallow of the drink he just poured before he finally turns around. "What the fuck are you doing in this room?"
"What?" I bark back. "Why don't you tell me why you still have this room?"
He walks past me to sit down on the couch. "Give me the name of the person who let you in."
/> "You're seriously worried about who let me in to your precious fuck pad?" This is ludicrous. It's so past fucked up that I can't wrap my brain around it.
"Why are you dressed like that?" He tilts his chin at me. "You were downstairs in the club, weren't you?"
My legs are shaking so hard I have to sit on the edge of the coffee table. "Don't change the subject, Nathan."
His eyes blaze down my bare crossed legs. "Were you down there looking for someone to fuck? Did you sneak in here so you could use my room to screw someone else?"
My stomach roils at the suggestion. "Don't do that. Don't."
"Don't do what?" His tone is clipped and harsh. "I leave town and come back early to find you, dressed like that, and smelling like tequila. What am I supposed to think?"
"You?" I bolt to my feet. "What are you supposed to think? What the fuck am I supposed to think about this?" I sweep my arm around the suite. "And this?" I toss the smartphone I found on the bed at him.
He catches it deftly and rests it on his thigh. "What about it?"
"What about it?" I'm yelling and don't give a shit if everyone on the floor hears it. "What about explaining what the fuck is going on?"
"I paid for the room monthly." He runs his hand over his face. "It's not mine anymore after Tuesday."
"You said you gave it up." I can feel the fury building within me. I'm so close to exploding.
"I haven't fucked anyone here, Jessica." His tone is biting. "No one has been in that bed since you."
