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Well, there goes my 26th birthday present.
I do an about-face and stumble back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
My boyfriend. My boyfriend of five years is … gay?
My head drops to my chest, and suddenly, all I want to do is get the fuck out of here. I can still hear them going at it, grunting and talking nasty to each other. I throw my clothes on as fast as I can, hands trembling. I’m really regretting wearing stilettos to the hotel for this super-sexy ménage birthday present because they’re not exactly the most stable of shoes on the face of the planet, and oh my God, my legs are as weak as cooked spaghetti. As I slam the hotel room door closed behind me, I hear, “That’s right, I’m going to treat you like the bitch you—”
The door is closed. I can’t hear them anymore.
Oh, thank God.
I head off in search of the hotel bar, because if any night is an excuse to get rip-roaring drunk, tonight is it.
34
Dominic
In the dim lighting of the Bemelman’s Bar in the Carlyle Hotel, Heather looks up at me. She’s batting her eyelashes in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy manner, although to me, it just looks like she got something stuck in her eye, and says, “So, what plans do we have for tonight?”
I pause and take a swallow of my whiskey, trying to think of something sexy to respond with. Surely I can think of something fun to do in bed with a ditzy blonde with a bra size bigger than her IQ, right?
“We could spend the night here,” she says in a suggestive sing-song voice.
I stare down at her.
Nope. I’ve got nothing.
“I was thinking I should head home early tonight,” I say, trying to let her down easy. “I’ve got an early morning meeting with a new client tomorrow, and—”
“No time for little ol’ me?” she asks, walking her fingers up my arm, smiling and biting her lower lip as she looks up at me. “But I have some new lingerie I wanted to show off to you.”
“Some other time, maybe.” I pull her hand off of my arm and lay it down gently on the table.
Which is when all hell breaks loose.
“Some other time? Some other time?! Maybe? What the hell is your problem, Dominic?” Her nose is turning red, a sure sign she’s about to lose her shit on me.
Okay, so it’s time to admit that I’ve tried to let her down easy, and it isn’t working. So, Plan B.
“Listen, I haven’t been feeling this,” I gesture between us, “for a while. I always told you that I wasn’t going to be serious with you. It’s fun to fuck and let off steam, but you can’t think it was ever going to be more than—”
“I gave up my ass for you!” Heather yells at the top of her lungs, throwing her drink in my face as she screams. “I took it up the asshole for you, you asshole!”
The entire bar is staring at us now. Even the musicians have stopped playing their atrocious elevator music and are just staring.
Nice.
“I told you this was nothing but some fun fucking,” I say under my breath with a smile plastered to my face. I swear, I can feel a thousand eyeballs boring into me right now. I normally have no problems speaking in front of groups; I’ve given too many presentations to clients to have stage fright, but it’s a little different when I have gin dripping out of my hair and down my collar. Oh, and I’ve got someone screaming asshole at the top of her lungs at me. “You got so damn clingy, Heather. It’s bullshit and you know it. You’ve always known the rules between us.”
Heather slings her knock-off Gucci purse over her shoulder and sniffs, “You’ll never have someone as good as me. You don’t deserve me.” And with that painfully cliché parting shot, she storms out of the bar, knocking people out of the way as she goes.
Classy to the bitter end.
I stand up as the band starts to play again and the murmurs of conversations resume, now that the show is over. I work my way over to the front bar and ask the bartender, “Towel, please.” I’ve got gin and tonic all over me. God, I smell like a fucking distillery. Anyone who gets within ten feet of me tonight is going to think I spend my nights underneath an overpass, drinking away my sorrows via a metal flask. I’m going to have to head home and take a shower to get this off me.
“Dominic?” I hear behind me.
Patting at my face and hair with the towel, I turn and …
