Catching Feelings

24

"When's Bobbi coming back?" Fredo asks, catching my eye in the mirror as I pull on my jacket.
We've patched things up, and he keeps his interactions with her completely innocent and platonic, but I still get irritated when he mentions her. I feel a twinge of annoyance, but I push it aside "Day after tomorrow."
"Missing her?"
"Yeah..." I nod as I grab my cell phone and slide it into my pocket "You ready?"
He stands "Ready when you are...but what's your deal?"
I pull the hotel room door open "What do you mean what's my deal?"
He shrugs "You were fine and then I asked about Bobbi and now you seem...I don't know. Is this because of me and the whole thing with her? Because..."
I cut him off "First off, there was no 'thing' with you and Bobbi...that was all you. And second, no...it isn't."
"Well, what's up then?"
"I'm fucking pissed off at her, alright?" I snap as we step into the elevator.
"Why?" He prods.
I shake my head and reply "I don't want to talk about it." But then launch into the details anyway as the doors slide closed. "She's been gone for four days and has only taken my calls twice. Twice bro! And I was already pissed to begin with...I told her I thought we should say fuck this secretive bullshit and just be together instead of hiding it and she acted like a total bitch about it."
"Damn Justin...settle down. You know how private she is. Why are you gonna go and take it so personally?"
"Because it is personal." I answer in a clipped tone that makes it clear that the conversation is over.
He holds his hands up in surrender "Alright fine. Just forget about it for the night though...we got a club with an entire VIP section waiting. And look!" He waves his hand to indicate our clothes "Club can't even handle us!"
I laugh at his enthusiasm in spite of my mood "What's this us shit?" I adjust my collar needlessly and then dust my shoulders off "It ought to be a crime to look as good as I do." I say with a jokingly cocky sigh.
He gives me a little shove as we make our way out of the elevator and into the lobby "Yeah well fuck you...give someone else a chance dick...you're already taken anyhow."
"She doesn't seem to think so...besides, who ever said I couldn't look. And how can I help it if girls climb all over me? It's a curse."
He rolls his eyes "You aren't gonna let anyone climb all over you...I'll probably spend the whole damn night listening to you bitch about missing her."
"We'll see." I wave him off even though I know he's probably right.
Twenty minutes later we're ushered into the vip section of the club through a back entrance while cheers and greetings are hurled at us from what looks to be the entire tour crew.
"Yo!" I call back "Somebody get me a drink...I don't care what, just make it strong. Let's get fucked!" This elicits another round of cheers and seconds later the first of what will surely turn out to be far too many drinks is being handed to me.
A few hours and who knows how many drinks later one of my dancers slides in beside me at my table. I know her well, but can't seem to think of her name in my far from sober state. "Hey girl..." I wink "Whatcha been up to tonight?"
She pouts a little "I was just telling some of the other girls that I'm jealous of them because I don't get as much time with you on stage as they do."
I throw my arm over her shoulder "Damn...we're gonna have to fix that aren't we?"
She leans in closer and suddenly her hand is resting on my leg "Actually, I'd rather spend more time alone with you...they can have you on stage, but I'd like to..."
Kenny appears, interrupting her. "Hey kid...there's tons of paps outside...I'm nervous one's gonna slip by security and make it inside. We need to get outta here."
"What?" I snap with frustration "These fucking guys!" my words are slightly slurred, even I can hear it, which tells me it's probably even worse than I know "Fine." I sigh, checking my phone to see if Bobbi's called or texted. She hasn't. Surprise surprise. "Alright, we'll just move the party to my room." I turn my attention to her "You comin'?"
She nods eagerly "I'm there."
"Let's do it..." I say, standing. "Can you get someone to pull the car around Ken? And where's Fredo? He rode over with me."
"I'll find him..." he assures me "And I'll let everyone know what the plan is."
Later, as we head down the hall in the direction of my room with the crowd of about 20 who decided to come back to the suite trail behind us laughing and joking loudly she grabs my hand and excitedly whispers "I've thought about you taking me back to your room a thousand times, but I didn't think we'd have an audience."
I slip my hand out of her grasp, pretending to search for my key card and laugh "You ought to know by now that there's always an audience when I'm around."
Everyone piles in and Fredo instantly begins taking and filling drink orders from the well stocked mini bar while waiting for Kenny to arrive with the rest of the liquor I asked him to pick up on his way. "You do this every time we have a party bro..." I joke as I wait for my drink "I think you missed your calling, bartender."
"Yeah right...it's only because no one else will do it right. Remember that time Carin did it? Fuckin' drinks up left and right."
We both laugh at the memory "Yeah that was bad."
He drops his voice and nods in the direction of the dancer whose name I still can't think of "What's going on here?"
I squint my eyes at him "Whatever, nothing's going on. You gossip more than a 13 year old girl Fredo...stop fan girling over me. That shit ain't cute coming from you."
He ignores me, knowing I'm kidding, and shakes his head "She's hoping there's something going on...I'm telling you man."
"You think?" I ask, pretending he has revealed something I didn't already know "Well maybe there is then."
"Fuck that Justin...Bobbi would never forgive you."
I narrow my eyes "Who? Oh you mean, I don't want anyone to know I'm with Justin and I won't return his calls or texts Bobbi!"
"Whatever..." he dismisses me by turning his attention to preparing another drink.
An hour or so later when she grabs my hand again, I don't attempt to stop her. I'm far too drunk and angry to care at this point. I've texted B three times and called her twice, and of course, she hasn't responded or picked up.
"I think you should take me into your room..." she breathes into my ear softly.
-I turn to her and run my tongue over my lips "Do you? Why's that?"
"Take me to your room and I'll show you."
I stand and tug her gently to her feet "Come on then..."
She giggles with drunken excitement and hurries along behind me.
When I close the door behind us she presses her body against mine and drags her lips over my neck "So is it true?"
"Is what true?" I ask quietly as I run my hands through her hair.
"That you're with her? That you love her? Because that's what I hear."
"Who?"
"Bobbi." She confirms although I already knew.
"No...that's not true at all." I lie.
"Good..." she rests her head on my chest, but I quickly move...even as angry as I am, I can't bear to let her have B's spot.
"Come over here..." she whispers with a smile and a little stagger, leading me towards a chair. "Sit."
I slide down into and wait. She slowly drops to her knees and begins to tug on the button of my pants and I make no move to stop her. When she gently fastens her lips around my cock I bury my hands in her hair and begin to guide her along...pushing the thought of Bobbi, and how much I wish it was her instead, out of my mind.