The Second Tour of 44West

ch. 18 - what feels right

Rion

~ After the Show - Chicago - Night One ~

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I stood outside of her hotel room on shaky legs. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so nervous, but I would hate myself if I didn't get everything I've been feeling off of my chest.

Raising my fist and taking a deep breath, I knocked three times on the door, and felt my heart beat quicken in my chest.

I heard footsteps pad across the floor, then the door opened, and I was met with a large chest.

What?

"Oh, Rion. What's up?"

I raised my gaze to meet his eyes, and hated that he was a couple inches taller than me at the moment. For whatever reason, it felt like an insult.

"Robbie." I said, trying so hard to unclench my teeth as I didn't want him to know his unexpected presence infuriated me. "What are you doing here?"

He chuckled playfully as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm visiting my fiancé. What are you doing here?"

Okay, fair point. But I hate the way he used the word 'visiting'. Like she was just someone he could give a minuscule amount of time to and she'd be happy with it.

"I just came to ask Elizabeth a question. I think I forgot my watch at the show, I was wondering if she found it."

Liar. I'm a big fat liar.

"Oh, sorry. I left early tonight so I definitely didn't see it. I'll tell Lizzie you came by, though, when we get done... You know." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down with a big smile on his face.

A smile that I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to put my fist through.

Could I blame that on a muscle spasm? Probably not.

"I'll be gone soon though and you can ask her then."

I furrowed my eyebrows as everything he said started clicking in my mind. "You're just here for sex, then?"

"Yeah. we'll be done soon though." He said with a playful smile as the door was then shut in my face. How does he not know what an ass he is? Or, maybe he does know, but he knows Elizabeth won't leave him.

Either way, I know I'm furious. She deserves so much better than that. He's treating her like some groupie that just follows us around and waits for him to fuck her whenever he pleases.

However, I'm more mad at myself than anyone else. They're engaged for Christ's sake. I couldn't possibly expect her to put her life on hold until we had this conversation. But, wasn't she giving me signs that she wanted to wait and hear what I had to say?

I groaned to myself as I walked away. This whole situation was getting more and more frustrating by the day.

Storming into my room and rushing to my bag, I put on a baggy t-shirt and a light zip-up jacket as well as some leggings and running shoes. Then I threw my hair in a high bun and, leaving my phone on the bed, I sped walked out of the room, down the hotel stairs since it would be faster than the elevator, and outside into the light rain.

"Shit," I whispered, completely forgetting that it was raining and pulling the hood over my head as I continued on anyway, realizing I really didn't care if I got rained on. My head was spinning, and my feelings were all over the place, so the only thing I could think to do was run.

I headed down Michigan Street, feeling very thankful that we were staying in a busy area so it was well lit, and I could easily find my way back. I kept my feet moving at a steady pace, and ran the entire thirteen blocks one way, then headed back, shivering now as the rain had completely soaked through my cotton jacket. I was about five minutes away from the hotel, when I started to take a side on my feelings, and what I had been going through in the last few months.