"Now, please, Jackson, I have to tell you something about Fenton," I said.
"No, don't worry. All I'm interested in is us," Jackson said. He leaned in and dropped a sweet kiss onto my still fizzy lips.
"It looks like all you're interested in is dying," Fenton interrupted. He stumbled against the doorframe of his bedroom. "Stand up, McRay, there's no armed security guard to do your dirty work for you this time."
"What the f?" Jackson said. "He's staying here? You've got to be kidding me. What does it take to get a minute alone with you?"
"I'm sorry, Jackson. My company put us up here in the hopes of convincing him to take the deal," I said.
"Come on, sweetheart, don't lie to the poor man," Fenton said. He gave me a wicked wink. "The suite was your idea, and it has been a sweet deal for both of us."
Jackson jumped up from the couch and squared off in front of Fenton. I was shocked that Jackson would willingly fight Fenton when I saw Fenton's eyes glaze over and his body sway.
"Stop it right now, both of you. Fenton, you're drunk, and, Jackson, you know he's in no shape to fight you or anybody," I said.
"He's been asking for a fight since the first night we met. You just strolled up and pulled her away from me. I bet you're not even really interested in her; you just want to mess with me. I know your type, always trying to get revenge on people who are better than you," Jackson said.
"That's enough." I pointed to the door. "He's not out to get you, this has nothing to do with you. And, it has nothing to do with me, either. Fenton's just making sure he keeps up his reputation, you know, the lone wolf that doesn't need anyone. You need to leave; you need to go pass out. Goodnight."
I put my hands on my hips and waited. Jackson glowered at Fenton. I was surprised when his look extended to me and felt relieved when he finally turned and headed out the door.
"Kya, I gotta tell you, I gotta say… I'm going to be sick," Fenton said. He rushed into his room and dove into the bathroom.
I cringed at the sounds I heard, but could not in good conscience retreat to my room and shut the door. Instead, I grabbed a large bottle of water from the refrigerator, found a bottle of aspirin, and followed him in.
"Are you alright? How much did you have to drink?" I asked.
Fenton shook his head slowly, "I'm fine. Just mixed my liquors. Should have stayed passed out."
"Why? Why did you decide to do this?" I asked.
He pushed past me and flopped into his bed. I pulled off his shoes and untangled his legs from the sheet. He took the bottle of water and drank a small sip.
I thought he had passed out again when he laid a hand on my wrist. "I was mad at you," he said.
I turned my hand over and squeezed his fingers. "I was mad at you, too, but I didn't get blind drunk."
"No, you left," he said.
The way he said it twisted my heart as if I had done something unforgivable. "I didn't leave. I got out of your way. You had a guest, remember?"
"So, you went off and picked up that pretty boy golfer?" he asked. "You trying to make me jealous?"
"Jealous? I'm not the one crashing dates around here," I said.
He smirked even as his eyes drifted closed. "You know you don't have anything to be jealous about. You just wanted me, I just wanted you."
I fought the urge to brush back his thick black hair. Fenton eased farther back against the pillows and flinched.
"Here, take some aspirin. You're going to need a clear head when you see the photograph of all of us," I said.
"One big happy family?" he asked.
"One big pissed off security guard," I said. "And, it's all over social media."
"Don't care about that," he muttered. "Just know I've seen guys like Jackson before. He looks good, but he's rotten. He only wants one thing."
"To ruin your career?" I asked. "Oh, wait, that's you."