Fuck. At least he tries, but Marisa, well, she’s not amused. She downs her shot and inhales. “I’m gonna,” she shakes her head. “I’m gonna go take a walk. Try and burn off some of the embarrassment.” She starts toward the exit and I hop up to go after her, but she turns around, shaking a finger. “Don’t... just leave me alone for a minute.”
“Come on, babe,” I say, and people are staring. “You can’t get pissed at me for that.”
“I’m not pissed atyou,Justin. I just... need a second, okay?” And she walks off, those fuckable hips of hers swaying as she goes.
“Damn,” Jarod says. “That girl,” he pulls his fist to his mouth and sinks his teeth in his knuckles. “That’s a fucking woman.”
* * *
My toes curl, sweat drips down my back. Marisa’s nails are dug deep into my shoulders and she’s panting Fuck over and over.
Bam. The picture above the hotel bed shakes. A loud, shrill scream comes through the wall followed by the door to the hotel room next door opening and slamming shut. Another scream. “Help! Someone help!”
Marisa’s grip on me tightens and I keep going at her, but the girl shouts again and now other hotel doors are opening and closing. Despite the loud wailing in the hallway, I still get her off because I am the god of fuck. Her heels dig into my hips, her nails embed in my flesh, and she moans. Fuck she moans, and then I’m right there with her, my muscles tensing as that sweet heat spreads from my dick all the way to my fingertips. The commotion in the hallway grows louder and impossible to ignore. Wiping the sweat from my brow, I roll off Marisa and grab my sweats from the floor, pulling them on and cinching the tie.
“Where are you going?” Marisa props up on her elbows in the bed and brushes the hair from her face.
Another loud cry echoes down the hall. “Oh my god, she’s dead. She’s dead.”
My heart skips. Marisa’s brow scrunches in confusion, her gaze veering to the door. “What the... ” she asks, leaning over the edge of the bed as she quickly grabs a shirt. She pulls on some clothes and we both step to the door and open it just an inch, peeking through the crack. People flood the halls, their faces a mixture of confusion and fear. Marisa grabs the edge of the door, pushes it open, and steps into the hall. She touches the woman by our door on the shoulder. “What happened?”
“Tori’s roommate came back from the bar and found Tori in the tub. Dead.” The entire hall erupts in a gasp and Marisa grabs onto my hand, threading her fingers through mine.
“Oh my god,” she breathes. I wrap my arm around Marisa’s waist, staring at the closed door. Marla, Tori’s PA, is huddled with a group of women, her face white, tears pouring down her cheeks.
Within minutes, the police arrive and they ask us all to go to our rooms, and we do. We silently file back into our rooms, the sound of the doors closing an eerie reminder of what has just happened.
Marisa paces in front of the window, biting her nails. “Hey,” I say. “It’s okay.”
Her eyes shoot up to mine and they look panicked. “It’s just... I mean... what do you think happened?”
I shrug. “Don’t know. Maybe she got drunk and passed out in the tub.”
She nods. “Yeah... ”
I sit on the bed and lean against the headboard, patting my chest. “Come here.” Marisa crawls onto the bed and lays her head on me, and I stroke through her long, dark hair, my mind cycling through what an asshole I’d been to Tori. Guilt’s a motherfucker, and, at my age, you don’t really consider the thought that someone you’re a dick to may die. I wish I’d apologized at least... The silence in the room is broken by the sound of Tori’s hotel door opening and closing. And I think, maybe I should just stop being a dick.
