“What does he look like?” I grumble.
“Um, dark hair, tall, attractive.” She stammers.
“Ugh, can you get someone to bring him up here?” I groan. I can’t move right now.
“Of course, sir. Have a good day.” Americans, such polite people. Can you bring an unconscious unknown person to my room? Yep, have a good day.
I glance at the bedside table to check the time. It’s eight thirty in the fucking morning. Ugh! I shouldn’t be fucking conscious right now. I quickly forget how horrified I am over the time though when my eyes focus on the object next to the clock. There on the bedside table is a massive fucking strap-on. I nervously look over the girls led on either side of me, and my memory starts to throw flashbacks at me. Really fucking good flashbacks. A mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking my balls. I’ve never actually met a girl who could get two balls in her mouth at once. I have now, but I can’t remember her name. Looking at that strap-on, I think I really should have remembered. Either I had the most epic threesome of all time, or I got royally violated. One I really really want to remember, and the other just makes me want to go kill myself. I mean, I’m all for a cheeky finger, but fucking hell, that thing looks like a battering ram. I clench my arse cheeks a bit. Surely I’d be feeling that shit?
There’s a knock on the door, and I crawl over the unconscious bodies to answer it. I open it, and standing there is a semi-conscious Theo and a guy in a suit who looks like security propping him up. He clears his throat, and makes a very concerted effort to look at my face. I glance down. I’m naked and I have an erection. Well, this is awkward. I take Theo’s arm and pull it around my shoulders, guiding him into the room. The guy wordlessly closes the door and leaves.
Fuck me, he weighs a tonne. I dump him on the sofa and have to prop myself against the wall for a second as the room starts to spin.
“Put your cock away.” He grumbles, as he tries to cover his eyes. He has no shoes on and is wearing his jeans, t-shirt and a glittery bra. The fuck? He also has written on his head in thick black writing:
Return to Hugo Harrison. Room 214. The Venetian. Vegas baby!!
“Dude, where the fuck were you?” I keep my voice low. I’m walking the line of being drunk and having a hangover.
“I don’t know.” He mumbles with his arm thrown over his face. “Around.” In other words he can’t remember.
I walk over to the bar and make a short glass of whiskey, necking it quickly. I wince as it burns it’s way down my throat. I’d rather be pissed than hung over. I make another one and take it to Theo. He sits up and downs it. Literally five fucking seconds later he throws up, all over the carpet.
Oh god, I can’t deal with this shit. I ignore it and crawl back into the bed, shoving one of the girls over on the bed.
I can hear Theo groaning from the sofa, and the room fucking stinks of sweaty bodies, sex and vomit. I don’t care right now. I can’t fucking function this early in the morning. I can’t remember what the fuck happened last night and I need sleep before we fly back this afternoon. So I leave him to possibly die of alcohol poisoning.
“What the fuck?!” I groan and roll over as someone starts cursing loudly.
There’s a thud, thud, thud as said person stomps across the room. I drag my eyes open and squint at a bollock naked Theo.
“Ah, dude, put that away.” I hold my hand up shielding my eyes from that shit. Oh, that’s nasty.
“Look at my fucking dick!” He shouts. One of the girls stirs beside me.
“I am not looking at your dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I rasp. My throat feels like the bloody Sahara.
“I have a tattoo on my dick!” Okay, so now I look.
I sit up and twist my head to the side to read the letters tattooed up the length of his junk. Lilly.
“Oh, fuck.” I laugh, falling back on the bed.
“This is fucked up dude.” He stands there with sharpie still on his forehead and his dick out which is bright pink and covered in black ink. “It fucking hurts!”
“I’m surprised they didn’t cling film it.” I muse. Now that would have been funny.
“You’re funny.” He is not happy. “Lilly is going to kill me.”
I close my eyes and roll over. “She should be grateful, I mean, that’s fucking commitment right there.”
“Wait, what is that?” He points at me.
“What is what?” I open one eye.
“On your chest.” I pull away the sheet and reveal a fucking tattoo on my right pec. Oh hell no. “What does that even say?” He leans in close trying to read it.
“Crystal.” The girl on my left croaks, sitting up and stretching. “It says Crystal.”
“Who the fuck is Crystal?!”
She smiles and cocks an eyebrow. I won’t pretend I’m not looking at her tits, because I am. “That.” She points at the other girl. “Is Crystal.”
“Dude, why have you got nipple tassels on?” Theo asks.
“How the fuck should I know?” I’m more concerned with the fucking tat all across my chest. Well, I’ll never forget that one’s name, that’s for sure.
“I think we should go home.” Theo says.
For once I’m inclined to agree with him. A four day bender is one thing, but a four day Vegas bender? That’s a whole new ball game.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MOLLY
Alex and Hugo have both been gone for three days. It’s weird not having either of them around, and yet they’ve both been texting me regularly.
I can’t believe they went to Vegas. I mean, really? Vegas. The only word that comes to mind is carnage.
Alex sent me a text this morning: Hey babe. Just woke up. I now know what a real hang over feels like, this is an education. Xx
I can just imagine the education Hugo is giving him.
Hugo on the other hand, has text me four times this morning, and by this morning, I mean before five. The first was at one in the morning, and it was a picture of his cock captioned ‘Rambo on tour.’ Lovely. The second came an hour later and was a picture of him with a topless dancer. She was wearing the most glittery pants I’ve ever seen, and was topless. He was wearing the matching glittery nipple tassles, and Theo was wearing the bra. The third was a few hours later, and it was a picture of Theo passed out with Hugo’s name and a room number written on his forehead in sharpie.
The final text wasn’t a picture.
Sweetness, I miss you. Xx
God damn it, my heart squeezes so hard as I read over that text. I miss him too, and it’s fucking with my head. Don’t get me wrong, I miss Alex, but with Hugo, I feel like the colour has been drained from my world just a little. It’s not that Alex is lacking or anything like that, it’s just…Hugo. He walks into a room, and makes people happy. He never fails to make me smile, no matter what mood I’m in. It’s what he does. Funny that you can have everything in the world, but all any of us ultimately want is to be happy. You can’t put a price on that.
As much as he’s a dick ninety percent of the time, he cares in his own weird way. I don’t want to see pictures of his cock particularly, but I know what he’s doing. I was bitching at him the day before he left, because I’m jealous. I want to go to Vegas! He said he would document it, and it would be like I was there. I swear to god though, if he films himself fucking some dirty hooker I’m disowning him.
Lilly has been going nuts, because she hasn’t heard from Theo. I got a text when they got there, saying that Hugo had confiscated his phone so that he couldn’t be ‘a pussy whipped little bitch.’ His words not mine.
“Why is it that Theo can’t have his phone and yet Hugo is texting you non-stop. Who’s the pussy bitch now?” She cocks an eyebrow at me and I have to try hard not to laugh. Boy, is she pissy today. At least Theo will be back tonight, and then she can stop being a crazy bitch. I never thought I would see the day when my man eating best friend would get so irate over a guy. It’s cute.
“Because Theo is the stag? Anyway, at least you know he’s okay. I have two guys on the inside.”
She smirks. “I wonder how that’s going with Hugo and Alex.” She muses. I’ll admit I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of them going to Vegas together, but Theo likes Alex, they’ve become pretty friendly. I want them to get on, and I love that he’s been so easily accepted into the group. I know that Hugo would never say anything to him, but my guilty conscience is feeding my insecurities. I don’t know that I’m even that worried about Alex knowing, but I can’t bare for him to look at me like I’m some dirty slut.
“I’m sure they’re fine.” I say as I skim over the magazine in front of me. It’s Sunday and its sunny, so we’re hanging out in the park, attempting to get a tan. I suggested a picnic, but Lilly came armed with a bottle of Pimms, apparently that’s all the sustenance she needs. I brought Gary along, and he’s loving the sunbathing idea. I’m staying with Lilly whilst the boys are away. Even George got an invite, but he couldn’t go because he had some big audition. I volunteered to have Gary, because otherwise he was going to have to stay with Maria, and she hates him. He owes me.
“Molly I love you, but you cannot see the wood for the trees sometimes.” She pulls her sunglasses onto her face and lays back on the blanket. “I mean, Hugo has texted you how many times already?”
I shrug, trying to blow her off. “Lots.”
She leans up on her elbow and tilts her head forward, making her sunglasses slide down her nose. Her green eyes latch onto mine. “More than Alex, your boyfriend. Hugo has a thing for you.”
I laugh. “Hugo has a thing for anything with a vagina.”
“Don’t do that.” She cuts me off, waving her finger around. “Don’t act like the way he is with you is normal. I don’t see him going to get his nails done with other girls, or grovelling because he fucked up. He doesn’t care that he fucks up Mole, he defines fucked up. So why does he care when he fucks up with you?” I don’t say anything, because I have nothing. “I mean you don’t even fuck him for Christs sake, and that is pretty much Hugo’s sole requirement in a woman.”
“I don’t know. We’re just different. We’re friends, and he would probably fuck me given half a chance.”
She sighs. “You are so far into this denial that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”
“Fine.” I huff. “Enlighten me.”
“You are in love with Hugo.”
I half choke, half laugh. “No, I’m not.” It’s an instant reaction to deny it, but even to my own ears my voice sounds shaky.
She lays back down on the blanket with a wry smile. “I know you better than I know myself, Mole. You don’t want to love him, but you do.” She states bluntly. “I bet you miss him right now?”
“He’s my friend.” I say defensively. “I miss Alex too, because I love Alex.”
She rolls her eyes. “Please. When you were fucking him all I ever heard was ‘it’s just fun’, and now it’s ‘we’re friends’. I’m not saying you should do anything about it, in fact definitely do not do anything about it. I just don’t think it’s healthy that you spend so much time with him when you’re actually with Alex. I know you love Alex, and you guys have a real future. It will never go anywhere with Hugo, and that incident the other night? Shit like that will keep happening because secretly you want him, you just can’t admit it to yourself.”
“I… it’s not like that. That was a drunken mistake.” I start to panic at the thought of having to cut Hugo out of my life. Things are complicated with us, and twisted sometimes, but he makes me happy.
“So you’re telling me that you and Hugo are completely platonic?” She says calmly.
“Yes.”
“Even though you used to fuck him, and let’s be honest Mole, you only stopped because you caught him with a hooker.”
“Yeah, but…”
“When you knew all along that he was a dog, and that it had no future.”
“It was just…”
“Fun, I know.” She cuts me off.
“He fucked you over once, and now he’s doing it again, just in a different way. You risk ruining everything with Alex for him. Is he worth it?”
I know the answer should be no, and the reason it isn’t no…is because I’m in love with him, and I would do anything to keep him in my life. Shit!
She sits up and threads her fingers through mine, her expression suddenly serious. “I say this because I care about you. You’re not like me Molly. You love hard, and without caution. I envy you for it, but I worry for you.” She looks at me, her eyes softening. “He hurt you once, and I don’t want to see it happen again.” She whispers. “Alex is good for you, and he loves you.”
I can’t respond. My mind is trying desperately to reject what my heart is telling me, because I don’t want to be in love with Hugo.
“I’m in love with Hugo.” I whisper numbly.
She cups my cheek, her warm palm stroking over my face. “We always love the bad boys babe, we can’t help it.”
I wish so much right now that I could help it.
The boys are back today, and my stomach is in knots. Funny how four days can suddenly change everything. When they left I thought I was waving off my boyfriend and my friend, but now…now I don’t know who is what to me. Poor Alex is stuck in the middle and I feel like the world’s shittiest person. Jesus, does this count as an emotional affair or something? Oh, wait, I let him go down on me, so nope, it’s just a full blown affair. Great.
I can only see one way out of this. One way in which no-one gets hurt…except me.
I text Hugo and ask to meet with him. I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, but this warped friendship we have needs to end. He’s like a shot of heroine to my mundane life, and I hang onto that excitement he provides like a fucking junkie. I will always be just that to him though, mundane, the good girl. This isn’t healthy for anyone. He has nothing to lose, but I have everything to lose, because against all the odds I do love Alex as well. I didn’t know it was possible to love two people at once, but I can tell you that to lose either of them would hurt me.