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Chapter 86: Reunited

George POV.

Despite what Wilbur had wanted me to do; mess up Clay’s hotel room and eat all of his food in retaliation for being left at the restaurant, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Although it had hurt to be left by him, I still loved him and didn’t want to do anything that could make him look bad, even though I was in my full right to do so.

But I still allowed Wilbur to take as much food as he could carry when he left to go back to the bar, since he still had a long shift that he still had to work. After putting a movie on for me as though he were some sort of parent, the brunette left and made me feel shitty again.

I mean it wasn’t his fault. He did still have work and after what happened to me when I got fired for just leaving early two or three times, we didn’t want the same thing to happen to him. Wilbur still did give a brief promise about how he’d come back when he was finished with his work, so he should be back in an hour.

Until then I sat boredly, not really paying attention to the movie that Wilbur had picked for me as my foot tapped anxiously against the carpet. There was nothing I honestly wanted to do. I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t hungry, and I didn’t feel like going on social media since I didn’t want to find some images of Clay kissing a stranger or something worse.

My body was in a quiet relaxed state as I fought off the urge to drift off, but when I heard the sound of the door unlocking I was shocked awake and into a state of slight panic as I thought of who it was that would be coming to the room at this hour. It wasn’t Wilbur, since he still had half an hour until closing and that’s not even including cleaning up, so who was it?

When the door opened my somewhat worried expression contorted into a glare as I saw the blond step into the room seeming utterly exhausted. At the sight of him I stood up and stomped over to him, planning on slapping some sense into him after he left me at the restaurant.

“Where the hell were you!?” I asked angrily as I reached him. “You don’t call me, you don’t text me, you don’t even wait for me to wake up in the morning when you know I was hungover! What the fuck gives!?” He seemed shocked when he entered the room to yelling, probably expecting me to be asleep at this point in time.

I slapped him after that when he hesitated to answer, not strong enough to leave any bad marks but definitely enough to shock him. “And then you leave me at the restaurant for half an hour without giving me any clue as to what had happened to you before I had to call Wilbur and-” I was cut off as the blond pulled me into a hug and it was only then that I realised he was crying.

That confused me. Why was he crying? Was it guilt? Pity? I couldn’t come up with an answer and allowed myself to be held by him even though I desperately wanted answers. It felt weird comforting him since more often than not it was the other way around, with me upset about something and him holding me close, or finding me a movie to cheer me up.

“I’m so fucking sorry George.” He muttered into my hair as he rested his cheek against the top of my head. “I am so sorry for leaving you, but it’s… not my fault. Monica… she drugged me and so I was practically paralysed and then she… she r@ped me.” Hearing those last three words broke me, making me realise that the pain I went through was insignificant compared to him.

“She. R@ped. You?” I responded, one word at a time as I tried to piece his story together in my mind. Why did she do it? How did she do it? Why was he even with her? I had so many questions that hadn’t been answered but now I didn’t know what to say as I started crying myself, overcome with guilt.

“God, I’m so sorry Clay!” I responded as my tears began flowing as fast as his were. “I had thought that you’d left me, and while I was moping you were…” I was cut off as I sobbed. “I’m sorry for hitting you. You must hate me for being so selfish!” He didn’t say anything as we just held each other and held one another.

Both of us said nothing as we hugged, making us want to just stay there even longer, but eventually I had to ask the question. “Why were you with Monica?”
“Well… after you had started receiving all those death threats I messaged Monica and asked her to get her fans to stop. She agreed, on the condition that I meet up with her.”

My sobs grew quiet as I listened to his story. “It was simple, spend ten hours with her and her kid and then she’d stop harassing us. And the day went mostly fine… we got along well and she didn’t try anything. But just before I was about to leave, I started feeling really weak and it turns out she drugged my drink.”

Hearing his words hurt more and more, knowing what he had gone through while I was crying about him abandoning me. This was Clay after all, how could I have thought that he had abandoned me? He is the nicest person that I have ever met. He wouldn't have disappeared without telling anyone.

“When I woke up a couple of hours ago I called the cops, they came and arrested her before they questioned both of us. They also took some blood and a urine sample so that they could check to see if there was any trace of the drugs still in my system, even though we had found what she had put in my drink hidden in her room. But that’s not all…”

He pulled a box out of his pocket, one I recognised from weeks of admiring the velvet covered box that was the first gift he had given me on my first date with him. “You found it?” I asked meekly, not believing it as I opened the box to double check.

“Monica had taken it at some point, likely she had been stalking us for weeks or maybe even months beforehand. When the police found it and showed it to her she tried to tell them that I had given it to her.” The blond explained. “But it’s back where it belongs with you now darling.”

Clay POV.

“Thank you so much Clay.” George responded as he admired the necklace which I had gifted him on the first date. There were a few moments of hesitation before he added on, “I… I love you.”

“I love you too.” I responded while gazing lovingly into George’s eyes. We went back to holding each other in a hug again. “You might want to get it cleaned before you wear it again though,” I suggested, causing her to look at me with a puzzled expression so I elaborated. “Monica was wearing it when she… y’know.” Which caused George to let out a small ‘ew’.

It seemed as though George wanted to go back to bed, tiredness seeping through his happy expression from the reunion. Before I could allow him to do that there was something else that we had to do first. “Before we can go to bed I need you to come outside with me too.” I added, although part of me did want to just crawl into bed and hold the brunette close.

The Brit didn’t complain as I led him outside, with him just wanting to hold me the entire time we were in the elevator, probably paranoid that something bad was going to happen if he dared to let go of me. I appreciated the contact after everything I had been through in the past ten hours and leaned back into him, causing us to appear huddled against each other.

When we exited the lift in the lobby I stopped George, knowing that I needed to explain what was going on.
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