Hired | b.w.s

Twenty

I stand glued to the door, completely shocked at what just happened. His face was so close to mine, I could smell his aftershave and see the pores in his skin. I take a deep breath and try to compose myself. This was probably a bad decision, but I'm stuck here now. I sit in a chair far away from him to keep my distance and I take out my phone. I need some sort of distraction and I know the perfect one.

*hi*

Hopefully, Dick Boy will be able to comfort me or make me feel less tense. He usually does. I place my phone on the coffee table in front of me as I wait for a reply. I lean back and close my eyes for a second whilst thinking over everything. This is insane, I'm supposed to be acting and I can feel myself slipping. This is so unprofessional. I sigh and stand up, I need to freshen up, wash my face or something. Anything to get out of this room with a brooding Brad hunched over in a chair.

"Bathroom?" I simply ask Brad, who just points to a door close to me.

I nod and walk into the bathroom. My body leans against the sink, looking straight into the mirror at my flustered face. I splash some cold water on my red cheeks and dry it off with a towel. I should just pretend nothing has happened, then it won't be so awkward. Otherwise, I can't see any way of lasting my time here in Brad's hotel room. It's gotten so awkward that my skin itches with it. I take a few deep breaths before walking to the door and slowly stepping out of the bathroom.

I'm met by Brad standing there with my phone in his hand and an angry look on his face. Scratch that, a furious look.

"What the hell are you doing with my phone?" I reach forward and try to grab it off of him but he's too quick for me, pulling it out of my reach.

"What the fuck is this?" He angrily asks me, his eyes are small and dark.

"What?" I ask. "Give it back." What the hell is wrong with him?

"This!" He shows the screen to my face with my previous messages with the boy that's been making me smile at my phone for a month. "What the fuck is this?"

"Uh...my messages...with a friend..." I trail off, staring at him confused. "...which you shouldn't be looking at."

"Dick boy?" He exclaims, his eyes are frantic and wild and he looks like he's seen a ghost. "Fuck. Holy fuck." Brad breathes out, shock replacing the anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I raise my voice. Is he on drugs? Am I completely unaware of something extremely obvious?

"Are you kidding?" He scoffs, a sinister laugh taking over his face. "I was right about you. A fucking catfish, you were just trying to trick me this whole time." He says with wide eyes like he's figured something out.

"What? What are you even talking about?" I shake my head, trying to make sense of all this. My anger is rising as he accuses me of things I don't even understand.

Brad doesn't answer me but instead takes his phone out and begins typing a message to someone. Furious taps of his thumbs against the glass screen. The next thing I know, my phone dings with a notification.

No.
No way.

Suddenly everything pieces together in my mind and I feel a heavy weight on my chest.

"How is that-how...how is that even possible? You're so different!" I exclaim, stepping back a little with the shock of it.

How is this even happening? He can't be him...they're like two completely different people. How the hell have I not noticed this before? My head is spinning as I take my phone from him and look between it and Brad. I can't believe this.