Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(12)

If only it was that simple.

Holding onto Connie for dear life as we walked back into the bar, I was suddenly feeling exhausted. Jet lag plus alcohol was kicking my arse.

She dropped my hand as we reached the table, leaning up on her toes and whispering in Kieran’s ear, his lips curling into a beautiful smile.

Colt’s beautiful blues trailed up and down my body as I stood, fingers knotted in front of me.

I could do this.

It was just sex.

And to be honest, my vagina needed some action.

This was no strings attached sex.

It was just sex.





I was laying on my back in my hotel room, my dress pulled up round my waist as Colt thrust in and out of me.

This was doing nothing.

Was I dead down there? Was this the karma I get for leaving it so long?

“Oh babe, does that feel good for you?”

“Mmhmm,” my eyes widening as he continued.

This did not feel good.

“So tight,” he groaned, his voice strained.

Probably just extra dry.

“Fuck, I am going to come so fucking hard.” He shouted out, his head tipping back, his eyes clenched shut.

This was so awkward. I wanted to face palm myself. I needed this over. I had never had to fake an orgasm before, but here goes nothing.

“Yes, yes yes!” I cried out, then putting my hands over my mouth trying to muffle my laugh.

I am going to hell.

A puffed out and sweaty, but satisfied Colt rolled onto his back, a shit eating grin spread across his face.

“Was that good for you baby?” he asked as he leant up on his elbow and kissed the tip of my nose.

“So good.” I whispered.

I was mortified and now completely sober. Swinging my legs over the edge of the bed, I stood and pulled my dress down and walked towards the bathroom.

I stopped at the door to see Colt tie the used condom up and throw it in the bin. I shuddered. I felt gross.

When I walked back into the room, Colt was laying there waiting for me.

Oh no, I needed him gone.

“Would you mind if we called it a night? Jet lag is killing me, and I need to sleep. I have a big meeting with my head-hunter tomorrow.”

“It’s Saturday,” he frowned.

“I don’t pick the days kiddo.” I said sarcastically as I helped pick his clothes up off the floor.

I heard him huff as he started getting dressed.

“Can I see you again?”

“Let’s leave that up to fate shall we.” I smiled as I pushed him towards the door.

“Can I call you?”

“No problem.” I beamed, opening the door and shoving him out into the hallway. “Thanks for tonight it was…” I paused for a moment trying to find the right word. “Memorable.” I nodded curtly.

“How can I call you if I don’t have your number?” he asked just as I was about to close the door.

“Fate!” I rushed out, closing the door and pulling the chain across.

I shuddered as the ick crawled over my skin.

I needed a shower.



After I showered, I slipped into a pair of cotton sweatpants and an oversized tee. I felt too wired. I was over-tired, the alcohol that was once pumping through my veins now left me with a pounding headache. Sitting on the edge of the bed I leant across and grabbed a bottle of water out of the mini fridge. Sure, they were probably going to charge me about twenty dollars for a bottle of water, but I was gasping.

Lying in bed I was restless. I wanted to sleep but I couldn’t. The guilt consumed me over what I had done tonight. I was disgusting. How could I have done that to Elijah? I felt my stomach churn and twist as nausea swept over me. I shouldn’t have slept with him. It was too soon… wasn’t it? How do you know when it’s time?

The back of my eyes stung, my throat scratchy and burning. How did I have more tears? I cried so much in the shower, I thought I cried myself out. Obviously not. Palming away a stray tear that rolled down my cheek, invasive thoughts bombarded me; I couldn’t help but see and feel the betrayal that Elijah must be feeling.

He was the love of my life and I had been with someone else.

Throwing the duvet back I bolted from the bed, grabbing my key card and my purse and ran for the door, slamming it behind me.

It had just gone two am, I wasn’t sure if time moved more slowly here of if it was just the jet lag.

Pacing slowly down the quiet hallways, I headed for the lift. I don’t know where I was going, but I needed a drink. Something to calm my guilty conscious and my erratic heart. Walking into the dimly lit lobby, I was amazed to still see it somewhat busy this late in the evening, or this early in the morning should I say.

I contemplated going back to The Palm Court, but I didn’t want to risk bumping into any of Colt’s friends. I would die of embarrassment. My eyes scanned the large space and spotted the Champagne Bar. It seemed fairly quiet. Perfect.

Dipping my head down, I headed over to the bar.

I wasn’t dressed for it, but I didn’t care at this point. I was past caring.

I found a row of empty bar stools and headed towards them. Perching myself on the edge, I grabbed the menu and quickly scanned it. I didn’t fancy champagne, but it made sense to have it. I was annoying myself.

The friendly bar lady came over to me. She had pulled back blonde hair, stunning emerald eyes and red lipstick that made her pale skin pop.