The Rockstar's Juliet

Regret

Juliet opened her eyes, her vision blurry as she stared up the ceiling. She moved her leg, her eyes widening when she felt silk sheets move with her. Sitting up she grabbed the sheets and pressed them tightly to her naked chest, intense fear washing over her. Glancing around the room she noticed she woke up in a hotel room. Her eyes scanned the bed, her breathing hitching in her throat when they landed on the condom wrappers scattered across the sheets.

"Oh God." She whispered, biting her lower lip.

"You could say that again."

Her heart skipped a beat when Dustin moved toward the bed, pulling a white tee over his head. His eyes landed on the mess she had made together with someone, hoping that someone wasn't him. But the evidence was there. She fucked up.

"Did we?" She asked him, afraid of what his answer would be.

"What do you think?" He asked her, behaving way too calm and collected.

"It wasn't you?" She asked confused, tightening her grip on the sheets, "Then who?" She whispered to herself, trying to figure out who gave her a work-out, considering her whole body ached.

His lips curled to a smirk, "Guess we're not that different after all, Juliet." He was mocking her, enjoying every second of her discomfort, "You gave into your desires, rather loudly too."

"If it wasn't you, why are you here?" She asked, leaning toward the edge of the bed in search of her clothes.

Dustin moved, heading toward the seating area and grabbed her panties, dangling it on his finger. Slowly he approached her, along the way he picked up her bra as well and tossed it on the bed. He moved closer to her and held her panties out to her, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"I share this room with Zachary."

"Zachary?" She whispered, realization hitting her, "Me and Zachary?"

"It surprised all of us when you two started making out in the bar." Dustin turned his back to her, giving her privacy so she could put on her bra and panties, "You left together with him and he asked me to sleep somewhere else since well, you know, you two fucked like animals."

"Oh God." She whispered once again.

"I don't think I have to remind you." Dustin spun around and watched her get off the bed with the sheets still wrapped around her body, "You have all the evidence right here." He gestured to the condom wrappers, "I never knew Zachary was a marathon man. You learn something new about the people close to you every day."

She gulped, hating how much Dustin was enjoying this moment. Lowering her pride even more she faced him, "Can I take a shower?"

"Sure." Dustin smiled at her, "We're downstairs having breakfast. You should join us, we're leaving tonight. I'm sure everyone wants to say goodbye before we leave."

"Okay."

Dustin left her to it and on autopilot Juliet moved, taking a shower while she tried to remember. In flashes the events came back to her. She remembered how Zachary made her feel like a bad person in the bar, looking out for Dustin because he cared. She remembered how they teased each other, trying to rile the other one up. She also remembered the amount of alcohol she consumed. The dull ache between her legs reminded her of the many rounds she had with him. Trying to get under his skin as they fucked. They didn't do slow and gentle. It was rough, no restraints, nothing between them. Closing her eyes she wished she could disappear right now, that she could teleport herself back to her apartment so she could hide under the covers and wish she could forget about what happened.

***

Juliet managed to look herself somewhat presentable and joined the boys for breakfast. It was awkward approaching them, they knew what happened between her and Zachary. She avoided looking anyone in the eyes and took a seat next to Adam, knowing it was the safest choice.