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They had visited several pubs and then a chapel. Why the hell had they gone to a chapel? Obviously, they had ended up in his suite and- He closed his eyes as memories of whispered words and skin sliding against skin, reminded him of what they had shared.
"Okay Monteith," he murmured as he dragged his hands over his face. "You did something stupid and now it is time to move on and hope to God that there have not been paparazzi hanging around.
Coffee. I need coffee. It's not a big deal. No harm done. It's not like she is married. No harm done," he repeated as he swung his legs off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.
*****
She convinced herself that she had managed to put it behind her as the day progressed. Thankfully, by the time she ventured downstairs later that day, Jaylen was nowhere to be seen and it appeared that no one from their crew had noticed anything amiss.
Pasting a smile on her face, she went about her duty and after the meeting with James, had retired to her room. She made the call to Corey to tell him about Tyrone and he had been understandably furious.
"I am waiting for the part where you say I told you so," she said wearily. The headache was not so bad, just a slight pounding of her temples, but she felt weak and listless and had barely managed to eat a piece of dry toast for breakfast. She had skipped lunch, sticking to water or OJ, the thought of food, started the roiling inside her stomach.
"I told you so," he said grimly. "Are you okay?"
"I am furious, but more with myself than with him. I knew it was not working and I still hung on. What does that say about me?"
"It says that you are loyal and deserve better. Are you sure you are, okay?"
"I am fine," she injected a cheerful note into her voice. "I am going to take a break from the relationship thing for a while."
"You are too young to talk like that. Give yourself a little time and then get back out there. You are also too beautiful to sit on the damn shelf."
"The image of that is depressing me."
"And that is the last thing I want you to be. The bastard is not worth a minute of your time."
"You are right. I just called to check in."
"Glad you did. Call any time."
She hung up and flopped back on the bed. She had things to do—some reports to write and she needed to get them down. But the events of last night keep popping up. It was nothing. Obviously, it was less than nothing to him. He had not had the decency to come by to see if she was okay.
But that's fine. It was better this way. She wanted no further contact with him anyway. It was done. They had made fools of themselves and that was why it was not a good idea to drink to the point where you have no control over your actions.
It was a teachable moment and she had learned her lesson. She was just praying that there were no consequences to their foolishness. She was certain they had gone at each other without protection and the thought of it was making her sick.
She was always careful. She had been abandoned by a woman who had decided that she could not be bothered to raise a child and she had vowed not to be the same.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and willed herself to forget.
*****
But the next day, all hell broke loose. She was summoned to James Monteith's suite first thing that morning and from the grim tone of the man's voice, she knew there was trouble and not of the ordinary kind either.
Armed with her iPad and a steel-like posture, she made her way to the suite and knocked on the door.
"Come in," the terse voice commanded.
Pushing the doors open, she was about to speak when she saw him standing by the window. He had his back turned and his hands shoved in the pockets of his well-cut khaki pants. His blonde hair was caught back into a stubby ponytail.
Deliberately ignoring him, she made her way over to the desk where James was seated behind and felt an awful premonition as she looked at the man's face.
"You might want to take a seat." His voice had barely contained fury that had her heart racing.
"Is something wrong?"
Without answering, he shoved a newspaper in front of her. A glance at it had her knees wobbling. Right there in explosive color was a large photo of her and Jaylen, coming out of the chapel and then it came flooding back to her.
