Chapter 104: Chapter Seven

Alec

I let her win. I mean, we jogged with each other every day. I ran marathons; she used to be on the track team in high school.

I felt even worse when I realized I was the cause of it. It was my fault. I knew that much. I knew I was acting like an insane person, but I couldn't shake the guilt, the worry, the threats.

Maybe if everything hadn't happened at once, I would have been able to carefully deal with each situation. Instead, it was like I woke up one day and I was in Hell.

“Beat you!” Nat huffed and crooked her finger in my direction. “I shall receive my winner's kiss, good sir!”

“Knight. Knight in shining armor, please.” I rolled my eyes. “At least get it right.”

“Fine.” She did a little curtsy and laughed. “Knight in shining armor.”

“At your service.” I swept her into my arms and swung her around the dining room, ravishing her mouth with such hunger that I was having trouble remembering my name.

“Ain't that kind of establishment.” Mr. Smith laughed and waved his apron in the air. “But oh, how I remember the days when the missus and I used to—”

“Oh, stop!” Mrs. Smith came barreling in. “Do you want to scar the young ones for life?”

Thank God. Pretty sure I would have had to cut my own ears off after that particular story.

“Sparkling soda, chocolate soufflé, followed by a light lunch and tea sound good?” Mrs. Smith smiled at us and put her hands on her hips.

Needing something stronger, I added, “A bottle of champagne too.”

Mr. Smith winked and added it to the order. I knew he would. Drinking alcohol underage was only one of the many perks of being famous. People never said no.

Shit, I felt like Demetri in that moment. He used to use his fame as a way to get anything. If it was illegal, he wanted it.

“So…” Nat wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. “Do you guys want us to help or—”

“—Absolutely not! You're guests! Shoot, you're even staying in the honeymoon suite.”

Expecting a horrified glance from Nat, I looked down and waited for the reprimand. Instead, she merely shrugged and said, “Cool.”

Cool? I booked a honeymoon suite with a girl that just graduated high school a year and a half ago! She should be freaking out! Hell, I was kind of freaking out.

I didn't want to pressure her, then again she had thrown herself at me and basically begged me to take her virginity. Okay, maybe begged is the wrong word. But still.

“Everything's almost ready.” Mr. Smith winked. “We'll just knock and set everything on trays outside the room, okay?”

“Sounds great.” I nodded at Mr. Smith and led Nat back to the room. She was eerily quiet. I watched the waves for a few moments. I felt in control when I focused on things. Balanced even.

“What are you thinking about?” Nat asked from behind me.

“Life.”

“Oh.” She laughed, and then her hands were underneath my shirt and lifting it over my head. “Guess you'll have to catch up with my train of thought then, huh?”

“What?” My shirt fell to the floor. I turned around and nearly passed out. I blinked once, twice. Hell, I wasn't even sure if my eyes were screwed in right.

“Nat?” My voice cracked.

She stood in front of me in nothing but one of the bathrobes from the Inn.

“Bath?”

“Hell, yes.” I almost tripped as I swept her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around me. I was going to die.

I pushed her up against the door in the room and placed one hand underneath her so she wouldn't fall. Her soft moans and sighs were killing me.

Such a sweet death.

I nipped her ear.

“Oh, that felt good. Do that again.” She giggled.

My blood ran cold. Shaking, I put her down and kissed her on the nose just as a knock came on the door. “Room service!”

Luckily Nat didn't notice anything. She simply blushed and went to open the door.

“I'll be… just a minute.” I could hardly get the words out as I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. In two strides I was in front of the toilet puking my guts out.

Guilt tasted like Hell.

And sin tasted like being damned.

“Oh, that felt good. Do it again…” She giggled, totally drunk out of her mind as we staggered into the hotel room. “Alec, come on… I'll help you forget her.”

“Doubt it.” Disgusted with myself but too sad to do anything about it, I pushed her away and sat on the bed. I hated it when my publicist made me do these things.

I'd gone back to LA to clear my head. Nat and Demetri. Of course it would happen. He deserved that after the shit I pulled.

“Baby, lay down with me,” she whined.

“No thanks.”

“Such a gentleman.” She hiccupped. “Please? I'll make it all better.” She reached for me and moaned.

Said the snake to Eve in the garden. I laughed at my own joke. “Doubtful, and I'm not even feeling nice enough to let you try.” I slapped her greedy little hands away and got up.

“Fine.” She threw a pillow at me. “Just leave.”

“Fine!” I yelled and stormed out of the room, directly into her.

“That lasted long.” She smiled. I'd seen her before. She'd been at a few movie premieres with Jaymeson. She looked like an older version of Nat.

“She's crazy.”

“Aren't they all?” The pretty woman tilted her head to the side. “Wanna come in my room? I promise. No crazy here.”

“Promise?” I rubbed my eyes. Damn, I just needed to get some sleep. I'd had too much to drink and wasn't feeling particularly like going back into that witch's room.

Besides, I wasn't sober enough to drive home, not by a long shot, and the last thing I wanted was to leave my car overnight at the same hotel that Satan was staying at, or worse, get a room and somehow find my face next to hers on the tabloids.

“Absolutely. And you can tell me why such a famous rock star like yourself looks like someone just kicked your puppy.”

“It's a long story,” I muttered, catching a whiff of her rose water perfume.

“Hey, I've got all night.”

“Okay, sure.” I followed her into the room.

The first mistake. One I would live with the rest of my life.

“Alec!” Nat called from the other side of the door. “The food's here. You okay?”

“Yeah.” My hoarse voice sounded anything but okay. “I'll be right out.”

I was in some deep shit.