I finally see a sign and walk toward it. At the entrance to the hallway, a girl comes walking from there and sees me. “I wouldn’t use that one. There is someone fucking in the women’s bathroom,” she says to me, and I turn to watch her walk away.
My head turns to look down the hallway when I see the bathroom door open, and someone steps out. My feet feel like they are buried in cement shoes. I can’t move when he finally walks a touch toward me, and I see it’s Tyler. I watch him tuck his shirt into his pants and then adjust his tie. He doesn’t see me right away, but when he finally looks up and sees me, his mouth opens but nothing comes out. My eyes dart behind him where the door of the women’s bathroom opens, and I see Ella step out, pulling down her dress and fixing her hair. She walks right past him and smiles at me. I look at her and then see that Tyler is now in front of me. “Jessica,” he says softly, “it isn’t what it looks like.” I close my eyes, trying to hide the pain that I’m feeling in my chest, a pain that feels like it has ripped through my insides. I fake a laugh and then shake my head, hoping the tears burning at the corners aren’t there. “Jessica,” he says again, and this time, I look him straight in the eye, his eyes sad.
I swallow down and utter the only thing that I can get out without crying. “Your fly is open,” I say to him and turn to walk away from him, hoping like fuck no one stops me before I’m in the comfort of my room.
Chapter Fifteen
Tyler
This reality star is hiding a small baby bump. Sources say she’s thrilled about it, but her family is not.
I’ve never wanted someone more in my life. I’ve never wanted to just grab someone and devour them like I do Jessica. After she kissed my cheek, my heart sank. Friends peck each other on the cheek, and I felt she completely put me in the friend zone with that kiss. I respected it because I wasn’t going to force her to like me. That would have been a bit creepy.
Things with us had been going amazing; we went running in the morning and ate with each other, literally as two friends, but then I about lost my shit when the sweater she had on slid down a bit and showed me her perfect tan skin. My cock was so hard it was hurting me, and to make matters worse, the blood wasn’t exactly flowing from my brain to my mouth. By the time I realized what I’d said to her, she was storming away from me. I had no idea what the fuck to do or how to fucking say I’m sorry, so I stormed away like a two-year-old. I was over it five seconds later and willing to go tell her I was sorry, but well, I’m a man and a stubborn ass obviously. I spent the night in my suite with my finger hovering over her number. Then I went into my secret file, the one with our pictures in it. I looked at them and gathered the balls to finally call her, but then Ryan called me. We got to talking, and by the time I got rid of him, it was close to midnight.
I set the alarm to get up and work out the next morning, but she never showed, and when I walked into that room today, she was all smiles as if she had no worries in the world, so cue Tyler the actor, the aloof jerk who is all business.
The whole day was a clusterfuck. I wanted it over, and then I had the premiere. I was getting ready to go downstairs when there was a knock on the door. Hoping it would be her, I opened and saw it was Ella. “There he is, my date for the night.” She smiled and came in, her finger running over me while she walked in. I stepped away from her, and thankfully, Cassie came to my rescue. I felt my skin crawling from just being alone in the same room with this one. Walking into the room, I scanned it, looking for her, and just seeing her back made my chest feel better. Even though Ella and I walked the red carpet, I was finally able to get a good look at Jessica in that fucking hot-as-sin dress. She was beautiful and classy and everything this chick on my arm wasn’t. She didn’t have to try to be classy and elegant because it was already in her. I tried to pry Ella’s hand from my arm, and I swear to God there will be bruises tomorrow from her fingertips. That’s how hard she held me.
She didn’t leave my side the whole time. I told her I had to use the washroom, hoping that she would let up, but nope. She smiled at me, and said, “Oh, me, too,” in her annoying nasal voice. I swallowed and knew that once I was in the bathroom, I was calling Cassie, and she would get me out of this fucking hellish night. But when we walked past the women’s bathroom door, I thought she would let go of me. Instead, she yanked me into the women’s bathroom and threw herself against the door.
“I know you want it,” she said to me, and all of a sudden, her fucking hands were everywhere. First, I felt them in my hair. I shook my head, and her hands fell off, but then she launched herself at me, her lips landing right on mine. My hands pushed her away from me. “Oh, you like it rough, don’t you, big boy?” she said, and I tried not to touch her or hurt her by physically removing her hands from my body. That was all I needed. I can see the headlines now: Tyler Beckett’s into hard-core sex. Her hands then went straight to my shirt or, better yet, the bottom of my shirt as she pulled it out from my pants and then was working on the belt. She was worse than an octopus and more like a centipede. I heard my zipper come down, and then the door behind her pushed forward a bit, but she pushed it back. “People fucking in here, go somewhere else,” she said. The woman pounded on the door, and I took the opportunity to step away from her.
“Enough,” I say, frustrated with this whole day and hoping like fuck it would end. “Get the fuck out of the way, or I’ll make you move.”
“Jesus,” she said, pushing herself off the door. Her dress had ridden up during her wrestling match, and it showed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “All I wanted to do was have a little fun,” she said, and I put out my hand. “Just one fuck.”
“Never going to happen,” I said, storming out and finally tucking in my shirt and fixing my tie. My heart was pounding, my head was throbbing, and when I looked up, my breath caught when I saw those eyes that had haunted me all day. Her cheeks pink from the champagne I caught her drinking, but then she looked over my shoulder and saw Ella coming out of the bathroom, still fixing herself. All I could do was whisper her name. I knew what it looked like; I knew what I would have thought it looked like if that was her walking out of the bathroom after a man had just exited. It couldn’t get any worse than this.
Oh, but it did. It got a fuck ton worse. I watch her swallow. “Your fly is open,” she says, and I look down. It’s fucking open, so I zip it up, and when I look up, I see that she is already halfway out of the room. I follow her toward the elevator and see she keeps her head down while she walks. She gets in the elevator, and I run to make sure I don’t miss it, putting my arm in right before it closes. Her head snaps up. I’m sure she was thinking she would be in the clear, but she isn’t—not by a long shot. Or maybe she was contemplating how she could break my arm that was forcing the doors open, or somehow keep pounding the door close button until my arm was crushed just to get away from me. “I don’t have time for this,” she says and presses the button to her floor. I wait for the elevator doors to close and move a couple of floors, and then I push the stop button, causing the elevator to stop between floors. “This isn’t funny.”