Shattered

Chapter Twelve

Jess dropped me off at the airport the following morning. The night before, she stayed in my room with me and held me as I cried myself to sleep. I kept telling her it was a mistake coming here. She listened to every nonsensical thing I said and didn't judge me for any of them. She didn't try to argue or talk me out of leaving. She just held me and let me cry.

Walking into the Marriott I approached the desk to check in only to hear my name being sang out across the lobby. Turning towards the voice, I was greeted with Sebastian walking towards me with his arms held out waiting to embrace me. He was wearing his normal straight legged black jeans with the rips above the right knee and his signature t-shirt that hugged him so tightly it looked like a second skin.

Stepping into his arms when he reached me, he wrapped his arms around me in a hug and told the receptionist to give me a key to his room.

"One room will do just fine." He beamed.

"Shall I switch to a one bed room?" The girl asked with a slight blush. Sebastian had that effect with the girls whether they knew he was gay or not. I couldn't blame them; he was an extremely attractive man and if I wasn't so in love with a man I will never be able to see past, I'd probably react the same way.

"That won't be necessary," I began. "I don't want to sleep in the same room you'll be bringing men back to."

The look of realization spread across the girls face as her lips rounding out and her brows raised.

Sebastian gave an exaggerated gasp as he clutched his chest.

"I would never!" He exclaimed causing me to roll my eyes and laugh. "But seriously, one room will do. Please give her a key." He instructed. Following his orders, the girl swiped a card and handed it over the counter to me. Confused, I accepted it with a smile and allowed Sebastian to guide me towards the elevator.

"Bash?" I questioned once we were in the elevator alone. He ignored me, exiting the elevator on the 7th floor, forcing me to follow him. The room door opened into a huge suit. We stepped into a living area consisting of a white leather couch, matching chair and loveseat on top of white fluffy carpeting much like my own in my apartment. There was a small kitchen area off to the right and past that was the bedroom area where two queen beds were placed next to one another a few feet apart.

Tossing my bag down on the bed without Sebastian's clothes on it, I turned around to look at the bathroom but ran right into Sebastian's chest. Stepping back in shock, I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing but he engulfed me in a hug and just held me. The hurt and pain I had been holding back since the night before rushed to my surface. I wrapped my arms around him and cried. He moved us to the chair that sat off in the corner near the beds and sat us down, curling my legs over his. He held me like this for at least an hour while I cried into his shoulder, soaking his t-shirt.

Pulling away with a tear-soaked face, he handed me a tissue from the table next to the chair and I dried my eyes and wiped my nose.

"You suck." I sniffled.

Smiling, he squeezed me quickly but watched me wordlessly.

"How'd you know?" I asked.

"Well, Red told me you went home. She also told me the guy called off the wedding and then you called yesterday looking for a reason to leave. What did he do to you, baby girl?"

Folding the tissue around my finger, I wiped my nose again before talking.

"He didn't do anything. It was everyone else. Everyone I came across looked at me accusingly or flat out said I was there to ruin the wedding."