Wardrobe Malfunction(75)

“Okay.” My head starts to ring with warning bells. I step back from her just as the elevator reaches our floor. “We can talk inside.”

I turn to step out of the elevator, and Jack is standing there, waiting for me.

“Jesus, Jack! You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?”

His eyes flicker past me to Charly. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for hours.”

“My cell is dead.”

“I called your mom, but she said you’d already left.”

“Well, I’m here now. What’s the problem?”

His eyes go to Charly again, who’s still standing behind me. I don’t like the way he keeps looking at her.

Did the press find out about her and me? Do they know that her dad murdered her mom?

Would make sense with the way that Jack has a face like thunder.

“Let’s go inside and talk.” Jack jerks his head in the direction of my suite.

“How did you get in?” I ask, following him.

Charly is lagging behind me. I reach back and take hold of her hand, pulling her to my side. I give her a reassuring smile. She gives me a tight one in return.

“Alex let me in. He’s here, too.”

He looks at me holding Charly’s hand, and his expression tightens.

Guess the cat’s out of the bag. Oh well.

We step inside, and I shut the door behind us. Alex is sitting on the sofa. He stands when he sees us. I jerk my chin in greeting at him.

His smile is tight.

“Okay, so what’s the problem? I’m guessing you know Charly and I are together—”

“Vaughn.”

“I’m not just fucking her. I’m in love with her.”

“Jesus.” Jack rubs his face. “He doesn’t know, does he?” He’s looking at Charly.

I feel her tense beside me, and I hate that Jack is making her feel uncomfortable.

“Jack, let me stop you there.” I hold a hand up. “If you’re talking about Charly’s dad, then I already know everything.”

“Do you want to tell him, or should I?” He’s talking to Charly again.

“Tell me what?” I look down at Charly, and she’s paled. The expression on her face makes my stomach sink.

Then, her words in the elevator ring clear in my head.

“There’s just something you need to know. Something I need to tell you before we go any further. It’s important.”

Releasing her hand, I step back to face her. “Charly? What’s going on?” My voice betrays me and wobbles, giving away the fear and dread I’m feeling inside because I know for certain that, whatever this is, it’s not going to be good.

“I, um…” She runs a hand through her hair.

I see that it’s shaking. She glances over at Alex and Jack.

“Charly?” I say her name.

But she doesn’t look at me.

So, I say it again louder this time, “Charly.”

Her eyes snap to mine.

“Just tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“I’m married.”

The words drop in the silence of the room, and they hit me like a wrecking ball. I feel pain in every part of my body.

“What?” I breathe.

“She’s married,” Jack pipes up.

“I fucking got that!” I yell at him. My eyes swing back to her. “You’re married?” The words fall out of me.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

She steps toward me, and I step back.

“Preferably before you let me fuck you!” I roar.

She visibly flinches.

“It’s all over the news, Vaughn. The press got pictures of you two together in Oregon. Intimate pictures. They somehow found out Charly’s name, and they looked her up. Digby exposed it on his show a few hours ago,” Alex says quietly.

“Oh no.” Charly covers her face with her trembling hands.

“I don’t fucking believe this!” My hands are in my hair, and I’m pacing.

Jack says, “We need to get on top of this, Vaughn. Put out a press release straightaway—”

“Stop! Just stop right fucking there.” I point at Jack, silencing him.

I turn back to Charly. “You’re actually fucking married?” I can’t believe I’m saying this when, moments ago, I was telling her that I was in love with her.

“I am, but it’s complicated.”

“Are you separated or getting divorced?”

She briefly closes her eyes, biting her upper lip hard. “It’s complicated,” she repeats.

My head explodes.

“There’s nothing complicated about the question! It’s a simple yes or no answer!”

I see her eyes flicker to Jack and Alex.

“Don’t fucking look at them! Look at me!” I yell, grabbing ahold of her by her upper arms, forcing her to look at me. “Are you separated or getting divorced?” I repeat.

There’s this awful, painful silence where her eyes fill with tears, and her bottom lip quivers.

She shakes her head.

And my heart breaks. I actually feel it break in two.

I drop my hands from her like she’s burned me.