Page 41 of Indiscretion: Reckless Sin
Let the record show, I fight for what I want.
I can’t hit him straight in the face without ruining my plans, so I need to play this smart and maneuver myself behind him somehow.
“Can you set the food over on the table in the living room for me? I’ll be right back with a tip,” he says before walking away, typing out a text as he goes. Hopefully to let shitstains one and two know that they need to come back now that their food has been delivered.
I offer a clipped nod in response and set out to do as he’s asked. When he gets back, I accept my tip with a quiet “thanks” and am on my way back out the door. I’m pushing the cart slowly toward the elevator when the doors to it open.
The asswipes walk by me without even a glance in my direction, too caught up in their whispered conversation to even notice my sleight of hand trick. Now I have their keycard, and they have about thirty minutes before I guarantee they’re passed out and ready for phase two of my plan.
Who’s ready to party? It damn sure won’t be me.
Chapter Thirty
Ainsley James Dylan
Myphonepingswitha text alert, much like it’s been doing since I came here to this hotel a few weeks ago, and I ignore it. A smart person would silence it or put it on Do Not Disturb but I’m sick in the head and the small noise reminds me that the guys haven’t completely given up on me despite the fact that I’ve clearly gone mad.
When I’d called Dex last night, it was impulsive and stupid, but I knew he’d understand me in that way that only he does and I’d selfishly needed the comfort of hearing one of my mans’ voices.
I guarantee he’s pissed as all hell about our conversation. It hurt my heart so bad to hear the desperation in his voice, urging me to let him come help; to fix all the broken things inside of me. I couldn’t handle it and worried he’d get too much out of me if I’d stayed on the line so I hung up and cried myself to sleep.
Getting up, I shake my limbs out. Being stuck in that bed means I’m not using my muscles enough and they feel strangely fatigued. It’s probably time to shower too, now that I’m free from the blankets and can smell the aroma that I’m exuding.
Hot trash. I smell like literal burning garbage.
I wish I could say I had it in me to care, but I haven’t. I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m even willing to attempt some self-care right now is because hearing Dexter’s voice breathed some life back into me. I still can’t bring myself to talk to my parents, and it’s been nice staying under the radar with a psychopathic stalker on the loose, but I’m losing myself to the sadness and that’s not okay.
With that in mind, I make a pot of cheap hotel coffee, pick out some clothes to change into, find my toiletries bag for the shower, and call in a quick room service order of fruit, oatmeal, toast, and orange juice to ease myself back into eating proper meals. I also ask for them to drop off clean bedding, then get to work stripping my sheets and comforter for them to take.
Now that I’ve at least started pretending I’m a functional human being again, I popRewrite the Starsby Zac Efron and Zendaya onto my phone and get in the shower, ready to scrub away the last few weeks of sorrow down the drain.
***
My phone keeps alerting me to incoming texts to the point that I’m getting anxious so I finally break down and check it.
DoubleDLacey:Ainsley, I need your help.
DoubleDLacey:Ains, seriously. Something’s wrong.
DoubleDLacey:Phoenix relapsed.
DoubleDLacey:Ezra too.
DoubleDLacey:Cyan and Rebel can’t help me because they started drinking early this morning.
DoubleDLacey:I don’t know what’s going on, but everything is falling apart.
DoubleDLacey:The guys are in really bad shape.
DoubleDLacey:Please Ainsley!
What the actual fuck is happening?
Why would they do something so stupid? Didn’t Dex tell them that we talked last night? That should’ve given them some hope that I’m figuring things out and coming back to them when I can. Or at least that I miss them. Maybe they flipped out because I didn’t call them instead?
Is this my fault?
Rock Princess:I’m on my way!
