The next day Murdoc woke up to Andrea gone. It triggered a flashback he didn't want to have, cringing. She left another note on the nightstand.
"In the Living Room." Was all it said, making his stomach churn. What could possibly be in the living room waiting for him?
He stumbled down the stairs slightly, noticing all of the band members were still gone from last night when they went out for a small awards ceremony. They must've gotten a hotel somewhere to stay.
He immediately spotted Andrea was in the living room sitting on one of the loveseats, contently drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. "Y'know, Japanese legend has it that two destined lovers have a red string connected to their pinky finger and that red string is the string of fate," Andrea spoke up without looking away from her book, making Murdoc raise an eyebrow.
"Okay?" Murdoc went over to sit down on the couch, looking at Andrea.
"You should know where I'm going with this." Andrea chuckled.
"This was meant to be. All of this." She concluded, closing her book and looking Murdoc in the eyes. "From that night on New Years to tonight."
Murdoc looked at her strangely. "Get to the point, luv."
Andrea shook her head. "You've messed up. Look at the mess you've made of yourself. Do you really think Y/N is going to want you after she hears all of this?~" Andrea smirked.
Murdoc tensed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Don't you dare bring Y/N into this. Last night I was half drunk and sleep deprived. You planned this, all of this!" He exclaimed.
Andrea just stayed quiet, getting up and starting to walk out, grabbing her bag in the process. She opened the door, the only words she spoke was
"We both know what we know."
With that, she closed the door, leaving Murdoc in utter shock and silence. This was the moment he felt genuine fear and guilt all over again.
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"He still hasn't called!" You exclaimed, sitting in front of the art museum outside on a bench with Marilyn.
"Just call him first! It won't hurt anything." Marilyn shrugged, flicking some of the ashes off of her new French cigarettes.
"Maybe you're right." You muttered, dialing his number nervously and putting it up to your ear.
"Ello love~! How's Paris?" Murdoc greeted cheerfully.
"Murdoc, you haven't called me in two days." You muttered, frowning.
"I know love, and I'm so sorry. Me and the others have been so busy. A lot of the collaborators came in after you left, and when I finally had free time to call you it would've been 3 a.m. in Paris." Murdoc partly lied, rubbing the back of his neck.
You halfway sighed in relief. "Thank god, I thought you might've got hurt or something worse."
"No hurtin' here besides hurting for you~." Murdoc flirted, making you giggle.
"Hush you old man. I have to go, we're about to visit another art museum. I'll call you tonight if I get the chance."
Murdoc sat back on his headboard, looking around the room. "Yeah, sounds great sweetheart."
"See you then."
"See you then."
He hung up the phone and groaned, putting his hands in his face. What was he going to do? How was he going to hide this from everybody? He'll be damned if he loses Andrea again, but he'll also be damned if he loses Y/N.
He had to figure out something, he still had Andrea's number in his phone. Not only would it ruin his and Y/N's relationship if this scandal got to the public, but also the rebuilding of his reputation.
He went through his phone hastily, before finding Andrea's contact.
He pressed the dial button, putting the phone up to his ear to wait for a hopeful answer.
He had to do what he always done..
Solve this with money..
