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I held up the bottle of tequila I was drinking straight from, silently offering Archer and Charlie a drunken cheers. “Dawson is a lying, stalking, fucker.”
“Whoa. Let me take that before your slur gets any worse. How much have you drank?” Charlie muttered as he pulled the bottle from my grip and sat next to me, putting it on the floor, out of my reach.
“Not enough,” I replied.
“Fox?” Archer sat on the floor in front of me, looking concerned.
“Dawson.” It hurt to even say his name.
“You guys had a fight?” he asked.
“He fucked me.”
“Erm, yeap mate, we know. So why is that a ‘let’s get wasted’ emergency?” Charlie scoffed.
“No. He fucked me before all this.” I waved my arm around the space. “Before, before. Ages before. We fucked. In a group, apparently. We fucked, and he didn’t tell me. I think he stalked me and then got a job with the band.”
Charlie let out a laugh. “How the hell would he get a job with the bandjustbecause he decided to? Addi would never hire someone who wasn’t a hundred percent qualified.”
“Maybe he got qualified.”
This time, his laugh was louder. “Your cock is impressive, but I don’t think anyone would fuck you and decide to retrain in band management just to get another piece of your ass.”
“Might of,” I replied, noticing the words were harder to say. “And Marshall knew.”
“How?”
I shrugged. “I’ve emailed that man… the one that found Nee.”
“Thomas,” Archer reminded me.
“Yeah. Told him to investigate this.” I wiggled my tattooed arm in his face. “I need to get rid of them. Need to get them to go. Can’t trust them.” The room spun as I tried to explain.
“And how do you think Lea is going to feel about that?”
I lifted my face to try to look at them both, but there were four of them sitting around me. “Lea…” I whispered.
“Yeah, mate. I don’t think she’s going to just throw them out because of something that happened ages ago. Did you remember sleeping with him?”
“No, but—”
“No buts. He might not have remembered you or been embarrassed that you didn’t remember him. Plus, you’ve slept with most of London, so you probably should have assumed you’d hooked up at some point in your past.”
“Fuck off.”
“What’s really going on?” Charlie asked, pressing his hand to my shoulder.
I leaned my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands, but I didn’t answer.
“You having feelings for him? Like real feelings?” he prodded.
“No. I just hate being lied to.”
“Yeah, right. Look, I’m going to get you some water and then you’re going to tell us what’s really underneath all this.”
“Nope. I’ve told you everything.”
“You’ve told us shit, Fox. Water first, then words… real ones.”
