Hidden Secrets - A Beau Brooks Fanfic

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing and then a text message pops up on the screen with Dahlia's name above it. Thank god she wasn't to mad it me. My nights sleep had been awful due to sleeping on such a lumpy mattress. I also couldn't shake the guilty feeling off about the whole Jasmine situation. 

I hurriedly pull on a none crumpled pair of light wash jeans and a nike. My phone buzzes again to notify me of a second message form Dahlia and I quickly head out the suite and down the stairs to where her room was. I takes several breathes and a few firm words until I gain the courage to knock. She opens the door only a few seconds later and as always she looked beautiful. To my surprise, she was wearing one of my t-shirts. Something that normal clung rather tightly to my chest, hung loosely against her body and finished of around her mid thigh. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun but one loose strand fell just over her eyes. She too looked worn out.

"Dahlia, Im so so so so sorry" I begin, and she runs towards me wrapping her small arms around my neck and burying her face in the crevasse of my shoulder. I hear her breathing slightly, and knowing the my scent comforted her gave me this warm feeling.

"Its just I was angry with myself about the whole Jasmine thing and then obviously the desk girl and then I thought I had really hurt your feelings and then you left and the desk girl took me back to her room and we were on the bed together and the whole time she was giving me head, the only person I could think about as you and then-"

"what?" She interrupts me, pulling away. She looked slightly astounded by what I had just said.

"I said all I could think about was you and-" I say again, this time slower.

"Beau...... how.....how could you....." She whispers and her eyes start to go all glossy with tears. I relax my face, and then it hit me why she suddenly became so upset.

"Oh shoot, Dahlia, no, I didnt, no shit, Dahlia I didnt mean it like that, it wasnt like that, she dragged me there, please Dahlia, just you have to understand-" I try to explain myself, take back what I had just said but it was to much for her, and I watch as her eyes roll back into her and her legs give way and she falls to the ground.

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I had to get the reception girl to help me carry Dahlia upstairs to my room. I cant say she was entirely happy with that, but I did know what else to do.

"Is she awake yet?" She asks and I shake my head "no....." She mumbles a bit and I hear her picking up some clothes off the floor to hang them up with the wardrobe, but I didn't need this.

"Please just go, what happened last night, it didnt mean anyway. Im sorry if I appeared to be leading you on but I just want to be alone with Dahlia right now." She agrees with me and I hear the door open then shut again. I go back to sitting with my face in my hands.

"Hi......." My ears prick to the sound of Dahlia's voice and I turn my head towards her and smile.

"Hey...." I say back and she reaches out her hand and I hold it, stroking the bit of skin between her thumb and forefinger.

"Dahlia, I dont know how many times I can say this, and honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you dont forgive me. But from the bottom of my heart, I beg you to do so" I say softly, watching her intently as her eyes flicker from mine to the ground and back again.

She had every right to hate me. I hadnt told her about Jasmine, I had had (oral) sex with another girl, I had lied to her and I had broken her trust. I would've hated me to. But Dahlia wasnt like that. She wasnt your average girl. She was kind and forgiving, and underneath her innocent outer shell, she was a tough cookie. She had shown that many times, and she had proven people wrong. With a shy smile she lifts up the covers and raises her brows. I beam at her and then get up off my chair to snuggle down next to her. The smell of washing powder fills the room as I wriggle around a bit and then my fingers interlock with hers and I crane my neck down to place a soft kiss on her forehead. She was my world.