Love, Lust And Lies | 18+ (REWRITING)

Chapter 25 ~ The Truth

Sweaty palms, sore body and a splitting pain in my head. Probably the effects of a hangover. I think so. What the fuck happened last night? Where am I? Deja vu? I think not. I've been in this exact position so many times over the last few months that I've lost count. But it's got to be real because Celeste sure knows how to get herself into some kinda shit every time she tries to have a good time. Ever since that beautiful bastard entered my life, it's been turned upside down and no I'm not complaining. I'm living for every single minute of it but if I don't get the answers I'm looking for he's gonna be sorry. Speaking of answers, I need them. Now.

I force my eyes open, quickly rubbing the sleep from them and look around the room. By the looks of it, I'm in some grubby motel with old wallpaper peeling off from the corners and a thick coat of dust covering the furniture. I swing my legs out of the bed and head to the window that is adjacent to it. The sky is dark, very close to sunrise and I can make out a battered sign reading HOSTEL, only the E and L are no longer lit up so the sign reads, HOST. Pretty creepy but the least of my worries right now. I check the time on the digital alarm clock sitting on the drawer, which reads 3:58am. I feel like absolute crap but nothing a shower can't fix and so I stumble toward what I assume is the bathroom.

It is the bathroom and I find myself looking in the mirror, taking in my appearance. My hair is strewn about, sticking up in random places and no longer in the bun I had worn it in the previous night, my mascara is smudged around my eyes making me look monstrous and my cheeks are flushed. I look like I've been chewed by a dog and spat back out. Although my appearance is not the best, my attire says otherwise and I look kinda sexy dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt 2x bigger than my usual size. But I definitely did not rock up in those clothes to the ball yesterday meaning someone must of changed me. As I'm in my bubble of confusion, I hear the door creak open.

"Celeste?" Heavy footsteps creep toward the bathroom, then a loud knock on the door.

"Celeste, you in there?" That voice could only belong to Lorenzo.

"Yeah. One sec." Fuck, what am I supposed to say to him? What did I say to him yesterday? I look down at my clothes, did I sleep with him again? 🤦🏻‍♀️

I quickly ruffle my hair before pulling it into a messy bun and tie the excess of the t-shirt into a knot, exposing some of my skin.

I slowly unlock the door before peering out of it. Obviously, he's perfectly dressed at 3am in the morning, his crisp white shirt pulling taut against his chest and not a single hair out of place. He locks eyes with me and I swear his pants look too tight especially in his crotch area. Glad to know I still have that effect on him.

"Hey, you look good." He says before looking down and smirking.

"Oh stop lying, I look like shit." I say laughing.

"You've looked better, but you look sexy all rough like that."

"Rough. Wow, thanks a lot Lorenzo."

"Come here." He says patting his lap.

The steps I take toward him seem to go in slow-motion as I mentally debate whether I should just run out the room or listen to what he has to say. Deep down I know I'm prolonging this as much as I can because I really don't want the truth.

He pulls me into his lap when I'm in arms reach and I swing my legs to the side and wrap my arms around his neck. I look up at him and it's in this moment that I see the real Lorenzo, the raw emotions running through him, the cocky, cold façade gone replaced with pain and anger.

"You okay?" I say rubbing my fingers over his stubble.

"No."

"Why? Talk to me?" As much as I don't want to fall back into my old habits, I need to know what's bothering him.