Happily ever hookup. (Book #2)

5 "You're fucking crazy"

Edited and updated 7th May 2020

Hunters P.O.V

"Where the hell are we going Declyn? I'm seriously not in the fucking mood for this shit" I huff as my asshole brother drags me along the sidewalk by the sleeve of my jacket. "Emily will be waiting for my call and I-"

"Just shut up, will you?" He interupts my rant. "You can call Emily when you get home. An hour and a couple of drinks with your big bro isn't going to hurt anyone"

I know he's right but I can't wait to speak with Em. I feel terrible for falling asleep on her last night, and I've barely had a minute to myself today. I text her a few times on my lunch hour and tried to call her but all went unanswered.

I hate when I don't hear from her, it makes me feel uneasy, like something is wrong. Like I've done something wrong.

"Fine but you're fucking paying." I snap as he eventually pulls me into he entrance way of some snobby hotel. "Why are we coming in here? There's literally a bar across the street." I point out. Just as I'm about to leave Dec pulls me back.

"I told a friend I would meet them here." His eyes dart around the lobby frantically but I'm not buying it. He's on edge for some reason. It's creepy and honestly just pissing me off.

"Great. You wait here, I'll be at the bar." I begin to walk toward the bar but again he pulls me back to his side.

I'm getting really tired of him doing that.

I swat his hand away. "Can you stop manhandling me?"

"Sorry bro" He chuckles looking guilty as he straightens the hood of my jacket. "I'm meeting them- uh- my friend in the bar upstairs."

"Okay" I say narrowing my eyes at his strange behaviour. "What is it with you tonight? You're acting more weird than usual."

I don't really care what it is that's affecting Declyn this way, it's quite amusing though. He's usually so composed, seeing him all jittery and shit is keeping me entertained.

When we arrive at the elevator, I stab the button before removing my phone from my pocket. I send Emily a quick text explaining that I'm out with Dec and that I'll call her later and pocket the device again.

The hotel we're in is clearly top of the scale. I feel out of place in my dark jeans and grey hooded top, with a black jacket over it.

I let my eyes travel down Declyns attire and my eyebrows furrow. He's smartly dressed in dark slacks and a light blue button down shirt. His shoes are polished to perfection and suddenly my mind puts all the pieces together.

What the fuck?

We climb into the elevator and I let the doors close before turning to him.

I grab him by the collar of his shirt and slam him roughly against the cold metal wall. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What are you on about?" Dec tries to wrestle out of my grip.

"You're meeting another woman aren't you?" I growl. I don't want to believe it, but the way he's dressed so smart, even to the point that gel is in his hair and his jittery nervousness speaks volumes. He's clearly trying to impress someone. "How could you do that to Sophie? What about the girls?"

"You think I'm cheating on my wife? What the fu-"

"Why else would we come here instead of the usual place we go? You smell like you used a full fucking bottle of cologne and you're wearing a button down. You never wear button downs."