Chapter 1
"I can't wait to get out of these clothes." Her voice is sweet and high. She's probably gorgeous and already half naked. He's pouring himself a drink. I know he is. He drinks too much, he fucks too much, and he lies way too much.
I glance back down at my phone to the text message Rebecca sent me ten minutes ago. She convinced the security guard to take her to the lobby when she told him she was feeling sick so I could have more time in the room. Who knew she had such mad acting skills? Who knew within minutes after she walked away Nathan would glide through the door with another of his fuck buddies? Now, here I am, stuck in the bedroom of his hotel suite while he gets ready to fuck someone else. Great, Jessica. What are you going to do now, hide under the bed? It could be an option if I wouldn't end up with a concussion from the mattress banging me in the head when he's ramming whoever the hell he brought in here with him.
There's no time like the present. I take a deep breath, pick up his smartphone, adjust the hem of my dress and walk out the bedroom door.
"What the fuck? Jessica?" It doesn't take him more than a second to see me. He's standing next to the bar with a drink in his hand, his suit coat already off. A suit on a Saturday night? Fucking lawyer.
"Nate, what's wrong?" The brunette standing next to him grabs hold of his arm. At least all of her clothes are still on. Jeans and a t-shirt? Where did he meet this one? At the drugstore when he was picking up his monthly supply of five hundred condoms? Would that even be enough? I'd guess a thousand to be safe.
"Jessica…" That's it. Nothing else comes out of his lying, cheating, bastard mouth than that.
"Nate," I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of saying his name the way he likes it. I'll just follow the lead of the condom clerk. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Very adult of you, Jessica. Asking to meet the next passenger on his never ending fuck train shows just how mature you really are.
"I'm not his friend…I'm," she's stammering. Of course she is.
I take a step towards them. "I'm not his friend either," I offer. "I'm just a random fuck too."
"Shut up," he snaps. He's pissed. Well, good for him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What the fuck am I doing here?" Seems like a good place to start. "What about you? Last time I checked this isn't Boston."
The brunette is pulling on his arm. "What's going on, Nate?" Her eyes are glued to his face but his gaze never breaks mine.
"I'll tell you what's going on." I dangle his smartphone in the air. It hangs precariously between my index finger and thumb. "Nate has a few dozen calls he needs to return and a few hundred text messages he should read from all the women he's been fucking."
"Shit." His breathing stalls as his eyes hone in on the phone. "How the hell did you get in here? Who let you in?"
I cock a brow. Thank God I had that shot of tequila before I came up here. I can feel a tiny buzz racing through me, that and more anger than I've ever felt before. "Like that matters," I spit back. "Why the hell do you still have this room?" That was a stupid question. That beautiful brunette standing next to him is one of the many, many reasons he lied about giving up his suite.
"We're not doing this right now." His tone is clipped and terse.
"Are you talking to me or her?" I wave a finger in the air towards what's-her-name who pulls the half empty glass of bourbon from his hand and downs it in one shot. "Good call, girlfriend. You're going to need that if you're hitting the sheets with this one." I nod toward Nathan.
He pulls the glass from her hand and slams it with a vacant thud onto the bar. "You have to go."
"Gladly," I scoff. "Consider me gone."
He's rigid as his icy blue eyes stare into me. "Not you. You're not going anywhere."
"You're not serious?" I challenge. "I'm not hanging out here to watch the two of you go at it."