Page 19 of Rockstar Retreat

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Jerrik

The dayafter Sharon took me to the beach, I waited for her to come to my room. I didn’t know if I had anything scheduled that day, then again I didn’t care. I expected Sharon to be the one to get me since I knew she would be working, only when the knock on my door came, and I went to open it, almost eagerly, it wasn’t the person I most wanted to be there. Instead, I met another staff member, one I vaguely remembered from a few days back.

“Sir, it’s time for breakfast,” he said politely.

I didn’t let myself get annoyed, even though they were checking on me for my meals now like they were babysitting me. The thought would have angered me, but I had something more important on my mind. I even looked around him, but I didn’t see Sharon anywhere. My good mood suddenly vanished, and the guy flinched when I turned a glare on him.

“No, thank you. You can go back.”

He didn’t immediately back off, like most of the people that had come here did. “I’m sorry, sir, but you really shouldn’t be skipping your meals. I was told you didn’t attend breakfast yesterday, so at least try to do so today before your session.”

I winced when he reminded me of my scheduled sessions. I didn’t want to play nice and just attend, if Sharon was going to do what she did before and ignore me because of yesterday.

“Look,” I said slowly, trying to rein in my temper, “I ate dinner last night, and I had plenty, so I’m good for now. I’ll come to breakfast when I damn well feel like it.”

That pretty much meant I wouldn’t be going, but he didn’t need to know that. Instead, I slammed the door in his face and was grateful when he didn’t bother me again and just left instead.

I moved back to the bed and lay back on it, feeling something cold take root in my chest.

After yesterday, I would have thought Sharon and I had grown even a little closer. Or was it just me? We’d had fun together at the beach, and everything had been fine on the way back. I fell asleep on the way and woke up when we got back. She’d been reserved, but I thought that was just her getting back to her place of work and wanting to be cautious. Surely, she wouldn’t just avoid me now, even after everything, would she?

“Dammit!”

I cursed under my breath, my eyes sliding closed as I threw my arm over my eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Sharon?”

I was fairly sure that she would still try to avoid me, and the thought hurt a lot more than I cared to admit. Letting anyone have that much power over me was dangerous, but I just couldn’t help it with her.

Some time later,when I had almost fallen asleep, there was another knock on the door. I bolted upright, feeling a little disoriented before I jumped out of bed and rushed to the door. I knew better, but I couldn’t help but hope that it was her this time. I didn’t bother to hide my disappointment when it was someone else that I didn’t know.

“Sir?” the woman said, confused.

I waved her off and rearranged my expression, though I was pretty sure it still looked a little sour. “What do you want?” I asked, and I didn’t bother to be nice.

Her look immediately turned peeved, and I wondered if I’d had this argument with her before already.

“You have yoga sessions scheduled for this morning, and another one this evening. I came to let you know to attend today. Someone is already waiting for you.”

I scowled at her. “What the hell? What do you mean I have two sessions today? I only go for one.”

Her lips pursed. “There are two classes, morning and evening, and most clients attend both.” She leveled a look at me like she wondered why I got different treatment. “Your situation is somewhat different, which is why you’ve only been attending one class a day, the morning class. Now, please, you’re already late.”

I could have growled, but my ire wasn’t directed at her specifically. I already knew the classes were voluntary, but my stupid agent, that bastard, just had to turn the retreat’s staff into my babysitters, probably because he was tired of doing it himself.

Well, I was not in the mood to be cooperative, even at risk of them telling on me.

“I’m not going to the session. Sorry for wasting your time and having you come all the way here, but please go away,” I said, trying my best to be nice.

She didn’t seem to appreciate it.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t!”

I glowered at the persistent woman in front of me, wanting her gone. But she didn’t look cowed at all. If anything, her determination firmed along with her back as she gave me a glare of her own.

“Sir, you’ve missed sessions for the past two days. During your stay here, you’re supposed to attend most, if not all your sessions. If you miss more than two days, we call your agent. So please let me take you—”