The Mighty Storm|| ethma

19

"You were gone ages," Will says.

I smooth my skirt down as I sit in my seat, acutely aware of the fact that I have no panties on.

"Sorry. The queue for the toilet was really long, and when I was in there, I felt a little sick."

"Are you okay?" His brow furrows with concern.

Concern I really do not deserve.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just felt a little hot, a little queasy, but I'm fine now."

I'm not fine, I'm miserable, disgusted with myself, and so very screwed up.

Here I was promising myself I'd be better for Will, and then I go and have sex with Ethan in a bathroom. And now I'm an even bigger mess than I was before.

I pick my margarita up.

"Is it a good idea to drink that if you feel sick, darling? I can go to the bar and get you some water if you want?"

"No, I'm fine – honestly," I add at Will's worried expression.

What I need right now is alcohol and lots of it. I take a deep gulp of my margarita.

Stuart catches my eye and gives me a knowing look, lifting his eyebrow.

He knows I'm sleeping with Ethan.

Of course he does. Dave knows so it makes sense he does.

I've spent the last five days holed up with Ethan. And Stuart is his PA. He knows Ethan's itinerary, his every movement. It's his job to.

I bet he thinks I'm a complete slut.

My cheeks burn with shame.

I glance across the room, past Stuart, and see Ethan is with Zzhuilette again.

I get a twisted feeling in my stomach.

She's sitting in his lap and they're sharing a cigarette. She puts it in his mouth, holding it to his lips while he takes a drag. Touching his lips with her fingers.

Lips that were on mine minutes before. Kissing me, everywhere.

She transfers the cigarette to her own lips and takes a long, sultry drag. Leaning close, she blows the smoke into Jake's mouth.

I feel a flash of white hot jealously streak through me, as I see that his hand is on her thigh, his other stroking her arm, intimately.

I have a flash of memory, his hands on me, touching me.

Then I watch as Ethan releases the used smoke from his mouth, and leans in and whispers something in her ear. She throws her head back and laughs.

How can he do this when he was just in there with me? How can he move on so quickly?

He's sitting there with her in his lap, and my torn panties in his pocket.

I feel sick.

He catches my eye.

Don't kiss her. Please don't kiss her.

Then with clear defiance on his face, he grabs hold of the back of her head, and plants his mouth on hers.

I almost vomit into my drink.

How could he do this? He was having sex with me less than ten minutes ago and now he's out here kissing another woman.

I know I'm no angel in this, but I would never have come back out here, after been with him in there, and stuck my tongue down Will's throat.

Hot tears burn the backs of my eyes. I have the urge to run.