“We’re staying at the Savoy. Room 440.” Marla met my eyes and gave me a pointed look. She waved down Sherry and ordered a round of tequila shots. “Come on, drink with me, Lucas,” she needled.
Morgan was incredibly quiet beside me. I squeezed her again. “I don’t think so—” I started to say but Marla handed me a shot glass and the saltshaker.
“Don’t be a minge, one little shot won’t hurt you.”
She poured salt on her wrist and slowly licked it off, her eyes on me the entire time. I fidgeted in discomfort. She needed to leave. Now.
Marla tossed back the shot and then she sucked on a lime wedge, juice dripping down her chin into her ample cleavage.
“Jesus,” Morgan muttered. “I need to use the restroom. Excuse me.” She unceremoniously got to her feet and pushed past me.
“Morgan,” I yelled her name but she either didn’t hear me or was ignoring me.
Marla’s entourage had left to mingle with a group of men at the bar, leaving her with me.
“You need to stand up and go,” I told her.
Marla came around to my side of the booth and squeezed in beside me. “She’s cute,” she said, her hand on my thigh.
I shoved her hand away. “Sod off, Marla. I’m here with Morgan.”
Marla shook out her hair. “So? Ditch her. I’m not seeing much to keep you here with her.”
“Seriously, fuck off already,” I said tiredly.
She gripped my chin between her red nails. It fucking hurt. “You need to stop being so hateful, Lucas. Otherwise I might have to tell Craig how mean you’ve been to me.”
She was threatening me. What a dumb bitch.
“Go ahead, Marla. See if I give a shit. But you need to stay the hell away from Morgan.”
Marla’s eyes flashed. “Who cares what a random fuck thinks anyway? It’s not like she’ll be around for long. None of them are.”
I got to my feet, knocking over the drinks on the table. “She’s not just a fuck. She’s my goddamned girlfriend. So back off or I’ll make your life a living hell. You think Craig will keep your slutty ass once he knows what all the times you’ve slept around?”
I pushed past her and headed towards the restrooms. Morgan still hadn’t come out so I knocked on the door.
“Morgan?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” her muffled voice said from the other side.
I banged on the door again. “Let me in. Unlock the door now.”
“Go away,” she yelled.
I banged on the door again and finally I heard the click of the lock. I pushed my way inside to find her standing by the basin, her eyes red.
I locked the door behind me.
She gave me a watery smile. “I’ve got the strangest sense of déjà vu. You pushing your way into a bathroom, me telling you to get out.”
“Hopefully I won’t vomit in the toilet this time,” I joked but she didn’t react.
I wiped away a tear on her cheek. “Why are you in here crying? What happened?”
She ran her fingers through her hair and let out a shaky breath. “It’s nothing.”
“Just like it was nothing earlier in the hotel when I arrived?”
