Unrequited

Tailspin - August 1982

"You arrogant jerk!" Arianna yelled into the phone as she sat on the edge of the hotel bed. She was seething mad at John, and she wanted him to know it.

"I flew to Toronto to spend time with you, and you're telling me you won't be here for hours?! Because you have an interview for some teen magazine? Why did I even bother?!" she shrieked, her hand flailing in anger as she started to come unglued.

He was being so inconsiderate of her. Of her time, of her work, and her love for him. Never mind all the times he had gotten mad at her because she wasn't there when he wanted her to be. So arrogant!

"Come on, love," he purred, his charm oozing in his voice. "I'll see you later, all right? I just can't right now. Look, I'll try to cut this short so that I can come back early, and we can have a nice dinner before the show," he offered.

"You mean I'll have a nice dinner while you barely eat anything because of the gig," she snapped.

John sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle with Arianna. Girlfriends were so difficult, too much maintenance. No wonder all the girls that threw themselves at him looked so inviting. No strings, no demands, no expectations, just some good fucking. That's all that he wanted. Not all of this bickering and fighting. He just wanted some good, sweaty, dirty fucking. In fact, where was his 'interviewer' at the moment? He turned and spotted her waiting for him on the hotel lobby sofa. He smiled at her and held up his finger to tell her to hold on a minute. He just had to shake off Arianna.

He had seen Arianna come into the hotel while he was waiting for the blonde to arrive. He had hidden behind a large potted fern as he watched her walk to the elevators. That was how he had known to call and tell her he was being detained. He was taking a risk meeting the blonde in the very same hotel that he was staying in, but that was part of the fun. The risk of getting caught added a thrilling dimension. Yet, he knew if Arianna ever actually caught him cheating, he would lose her forever. And that it would devastate him.

"I will be back to take you to dinner, Arianna. Now stop all of this yelling and go... go bother Simon!" he yelled and then slammed the handset back into the cradle on the pay phone.

He sighed loudly, ran his hand through his hair, straightened his clothes, and put on his charming smile. He knew how it slayed women.

As he walked across the lobby, the tall, voluptuous blonde stood and opened her arms to him. He quickly hugged and kissed her, grabbing himself a squeeze of her ass, and then shuffled her off towards the elevators. He needed to put Arianna out of his mind. She was not going to ruin this for him.

He and the blonde stepped into an otherwise empty elevator, and as the doors slid shut, he pounced on her. His mouth enveloped hers as his hand closed around one of her large, full breasts. Being a famous rock star sure had its perks, and this was definitely the best of them all: the women. Fuck Arianna, he angrily thought. No, first I will fuck this blonde silly, and then I'll fuck Arianna. What she doesn't know can't hurt her.

Arianna expected John to be back to their room by three at the latest, thinking that would give them just enough time to eat before he had to start to get ready for the show. But when 3, and then 4, came and went, she didn't know whether to be angry or worried. What if something had happened to him? Would she be the last to know? Did the others even know she was there? With that thought, she grabbed her purse and key and left the room. She knew that either Nick or Simon usually had the room next to John's, so she had a good chance of finding a familiar face. She knocked on the door and, moments later, was greeted by Simon's smiling face.

"Well, 'ello, love. What're you doing here?" he asked cheerily, and she nervously smiled at him.

"Have you heard from John? He told me he'd be back to take me to dinner, but that was hours ago..." Her voice trailed off as thoughts of him hurt, or worse, and somewhere alone filled her head.