I Can't Let You Go

Truths and Lies

"Mr. Harington" the receptionist greeted him when he arrived back at the hotel late at night. "Miss Leslie." he gave a smile towards Rose. Kit was clearly exhausted and tired. He had another tv show interview that night, and Rose insisted to show up together after that. She accompanied him to the recording, then they take a walk around the restaurants at the center of New York. Mariana gladly helped them to promote their great love. And Kit had no other option, then agreed to do that. He just wished...it was Monday already. He needed Emilia. He wanted to hug her, kiss her... to have some peace. 
"How was your day Ed?" Kit tried to be polite, even if he was not truly interested in his answer.
"Oh great. I love when wonderful actors and actresses are coming here." 
"Oh, how nice from you" Rose smiled at him. She thought he was talking about her. 
"Well, have a nice evening Ed." Kit told him, then walked to the elevator. 
"What if I go with you to your room?" Rose looked at him. "We can discuss tomorrow schedule and ..."
"No." Kit closed the topic quite quickly. "I don't want anything else just my bed."
"I think I can make you feel better." Rose turned to him and placed her hand to his chest. 
"What are you doing? What is wrong with you?" he frowned and took a step away from her. 
"Some months ago it did not bother you." she rolled her eyes. "Even if you were already in love with her. You easily fucked me."
"That was different" Kit answered. 
"Was it? Why? You betrayed me. You betrayed her. Sooner or later you betray everyone you love. You are not capable to remain faithful for too long and we both know it. Do you think she would forgive you the things I forgave?" she stepped closer.
"It is your floor." Kit answered with a killer look and the elevator stopped. "Goodnight Rose."
"Think about it Kit," she told him above her shoulder, then left him there. 

Kit entered into his room, threw his jacket to the table and took off his shirt. He wanted nothing else just a warm shower and a big sleep. He walked inside to the bedroom and grabbed his towel.
"How was your week?" he heard a similar voice from behind. The voice that he loved so much. He turned and he saw her. The love of his life. He did not saw her face, it was dark in the room, but he did not really care. Just went there and grabbed her. Tried to give her a kiss, but after their lips met for a second, she turned her face away from him. 
"What are you doing here?" he placed his hand to her cheek. 
"The more interesting question is, what this thing is doing here?" she raised her hand with a small pack in it and took a step back. 
"It is not what you think."
"Believe me I can recognize coke even if I don't use this shit." she threw the little package to the counter and staring him. His eyes got used to the dark, and now he saw her clearer. Her eyes were in tears, and she was mad and hurt. 
"I did not use it." he took a deep breath.
"Well, that was not my question. I asked why this shit is here? In your room. In your pocket." 
"Did you search in my stuff?" Kit frowned.
"I thought we don't have any secrets from each other." Em tried to remain calm, even if it was hard for her. 
"I did not use it," he repeated. "Believe it or not." 

Em nodded then walked a bit away from him and turned her back at him.
"What happened in Paris?" she asked quietly.
"What? Why are you asking this?" he stepped closer. Emilia felt his closeness. 
"Will there be a question ... that you will give an answer?" Emilia sighed.
"I've already told you what happened there." Kit answered nervously.
"Really, Kit?" Emilia turned to him and looked into his eyes. "If you lied to me about Paris, why do you expect me, to believe what you are saying now." she did not take her eyes off of him. 
"I... did not..."
"You did not lie to me? Well, call it whatever you want. But keeping in secret how many joints did you smoke there is definitely a lie. As I remember you denied it. You've told me you did nothing else. You did not do any drugs... or am I wrong? Not to mentions the beautiful french women who sought your favor." she was serious. There was not any trace of her emotions. She kept the distance and crossed her arms in front of her body. 
"I did not want you to... worry. Cuz... nothing happened with those... girls and ... the weed... it never happens again."
"Says the man, who kept a pouch of coke in his pocket." Em rolled her eyes. "I don't even know how to believe you."