Tough Love

Part 4

A couple days later...

You walked into your apartment, phone in hand dialing Evan's number frantically. You went to the airport like you had talked about beforehand so you could pick him up. And his plane arrived a couple hours ago now. You had checked the board and saw that the flight wasn't delayed at all and that it arrived on time.

"Evan, pick up your phone. I'm freaking out. You didn't meet me at the gate and I waited," You said, clicking off your phone and going to his social media messaging him on every app. And then clicked back on the contact list and saw a familiar name that you knew that you didn't put in yourself. Paul.

You narrowed your eyes on his name in your contact list.

When did he get my phone to put his number in? As you narrowed your eyes at the emoji icon that was next to his name, which was a pair of lips.

"God, it's like he wants me to hate him," you said aloud, gritting your teeth as you clicked on his name and listened to it as it rang. pAcing your living room you listened to it as it rang and went straight to voicemail.

"I don't know how I have your number on my phone but I was wondering if by chance you got in touch with Evan? He's plane landed hours ago but he wasn't at the airport and I don't know where he is. If you know please call back," you clicked off your phone and threw it on the couch, collapsing on the couch not knowing what to do.

The front door to your apartment opened up and Evan walked through with his carry-on trailing behind him.

"Where the hell have you been? You know I've been worried sick about you," you got up wrapping your arms around him, as he returned the hug back loosely as you got a whiff of alcohol. You stepped back and looked at him.

"You've been drinking? I've been worried sick and you've been drinking, great," you said as Evan laughed at you.

"Why were you worried about me. I never really asked you to come and pick me up, you insisted," he said as he got his phone out.

"Then again the night that I left on a plane you didn't seem like you missed me that much," he said waving his phone with screenshots as you took it scrolling through them. They were of the night that you went to the KISS concert and pictures of you with the band members.

"So did you do any of them that night?" he asked harshly as you threw his phone back at him.

"What the fuck? Oh yeah Evan I had sex with all of them. Does that confirm things? You know what I did? I went to a concert. Your dad recognized me out in the crowd and asked to see me afterwards. Because surprise, surprise he wanted to actually meet his son's girlfriend that he's only ever seen on social media. We talked and then he offered to take me back to meet everyone. Then I flipped out about my car being still parked at the venue and they gave me a ride back to my car. That's it, that's all," you said, feeling the heat on your face and chest from your own anger. As you watched as a familiar smile spread across Evan's face as he sat on the couch. His hands went through his hair on his scalp.

"See, the thing is, that's how my dad works. Starts out all nice and innocent and before you know it you're on your back," Evan said accusingly at you.

"So despite what I just told you, it goes from me sleeping with all of them or one of them. Now I've slept with your dad? Really?" you question, going into the kitchen and pulling out a bottle from the pantry, taking a swig of the alcohol to relieve your nerves.

"Then again you would think that you would talk to me about this. Since I didn't know he was going to put those up. It's not fair that you were assuming things you know," you said pointing at Evan, as he was on his phone, and it looked like he was texting someone.

"So why are you going to ignore me and just text away?"

"No, i'm getting an uber and going back to my apartment, haven't been there in a bit anyways. I think we need space," he said as he got up just as you heard a car stopping out front of your apartment. As Evan ceremoniously got up from the couch, grabbing his bag and leaving with a glare directed at you before closing the door behind him.

Just as your phone vibrated and you got a text.

"If you want to talk, you can come by," with a wink emoji attached to it and a set of numbers behind it. You narrowed your eyes and grabbed for your keys.

***

Driving through the entrance of the huge house, you parked your car and walked up to the door, pulling it open. And hearing music coming from a certain part of the house not paying attention to where you were walking. Not even taking note of the house you were walking through. Opening a door and seeing Paul sprawled out over a high back chair. His legs hanging over the armrests. And a glass of wine in his hand that he was swirling in his hand.

That same smirk on his face and that same dark look in his eyes, as if he were undressing you where you stood, as you looked at him feeling all the frustration you had directed at him.

"You knew! You knew what would happen if you shared those photos and you did it anyways"

Paul simply shrugged his shoulders and sipped at his wine.

"You never said I couldn't post them you know," he pointed out with a smile as you glared at him.

"And how the hell did you even get my phone away from me to add your contact information into my phone?"

"Living in New York for a majority of my life you could possibly learn the art of pick-pocketing," Paul answered with a wave of his hand as an offer for you to sit down.

"You knew Evan was wishy-washy about you and you still posted them. Now I have to try and pick up the pieces and try and fix this,"

"Oh present-tense, that's interesting," Paul said as he got his phone out and waved it at her, as he got up from his seat and grabbed another glass and poured a good measure of the wine into it and passed it over to you. As you scrolled through his phone and saw screenshots that he had taken that looked to be around the aftermath of the concert. From Evan's social media.

You had been in such a haze the next day that you didn't even use your phone, just tried to concentrate on trying to stay awake after messing with your sleep schedule. You hadn't checked. And you don't know if it would've been better to know then or to find out now.

The screenshots from Evan's social media were of him and friends that lived in Texas out at a club and him dancing all over a girl and kissing her.

You threw Paul's phone down on the table as he went to sit back down in his chair.

"So I'm assuming you didn't know until then?"

"No, he came back drunk accusing me of sleeping with all of you and then just you. Now that it makes sense," you said as you picked up the glass and downed the wine with a shrug of your shoulders at a thought that passed your mind that made him look at you.

"What?"

"Well, I mean it's not like I haven't thought about it. Look at you, who wouldn't," you said as you grabbed for the bottle and filled up your wine glass again. Seeing his eyes flick to you again, an unquestionable heat in them as the resolve in your brain shattered and you downed your wine.

"Then again what the hell," you said as you got up and made it across to where he was sitting, as he downed his wine, setting the glass on the table and pulling you down to sit on his lap as your mouth connected, and your hands were on him in an instant.