Nice try Mr.CEO

Chapter 12

Waking up the next morning confused, disappointed, and frustrated, wasn't a great way to start my day. I could already tell that this day was going to be quite crappy. The fact that Mark didn't come home after going to his company event at the bar, was quite concerning. Why wouldn't he come back home after that and where was he anyway?

Since early morning, possibly since 5:30, I've not really been sleeping. The fact that Mark still wasn't back, concerned me to no end. Was he in trouble? Did he get into an accident while driving? Before my thoughts got ahead of me, I shot him the sixth text that morning and the 10th in the past 12 hours. But once again, I got no response.

I had to get up and get ready for work around 7, and it was currently 5:50.

*PING*

I immediately grab my phone from the nightstand and check who texted me. It was Talia. Although I was ultimately happy to hear from her since she had been a bit distant, it was still a shock to me of what she texted. Her text read as follows:

Hey Nat, uh I don't know to tell you this but I saw Mark stumble into a hotel last night. I don't know if y'all were having a "special" night out or somethin' but he seemed pretty drunk.

I was stunned. So he crashed at a hotel instead of coming home to me. Was it because he didn't want me seeing him like this? But I've seen him plenty drunk, and this wouldn't be the first time I've seen him very very drunk in the past two weeks. He always seemed to be drinking. I don't know whether something is going on with him or with his dad's company, but this didn't seem like a Mark thing to do.

I shoot Talia a quick text asking which hotel. Knowing I have now about an hour to get ready and hit the road, I could probably check upon him. Receiving a quick text back, Talia informed me that he was at a nearby hotel called: The Belluccini. Quickly getting dressed and eating some Lucky Charms, I jump into my car and drive to go see Mark.

The same questions keep swirling in my head. Why did he accuse me of cheating on him? I never gave him any reason to believe that, and on top of that, why didn't he come home last night... Is he cheating on me?!

I pull up to The Belluccini and park my Toyota Camry. As I walk into the hotel, I could already see it was quite expensive. Not the type that you just crash in for the night, for it was quite showy. I asked the receptionist for Marks' room number but she said that she didn't have anyone checked in with that name. Well, that's strange.

I don't doubt Talia's 20/20 vision, but I do doubt that Mark went anywhere else. If he was as drunk as Talia said he was, he would've just crashed and wouldn't have been able to get up off his bed. If I know him well enough. Furrowing my brows, I thank the receptionist and head back to my car. If he wasn't checked in at this hotel and wouldn't have been able to go to any other hotel.. then where was he?

*RIIIIIINNNNGGGGG*

I stare at my phone for a moment and see that Mark's name has popped up on the screen. I quickly answer it before he changes his mind.

"Babe?" I ask.

"Yeah, hey babe," I hear as he groggily says.

"Where are you, Mark? You didn't come home last night."

"Oh, hey yeah I crashed at a friend's house."

Not wanting to bring up the fact that Talia saw him walk into this hotel, I just asked him, "Oh, well do you want me to pick you up?"

I hear him chuckle and respond, "No babe, it's ok."

Wait a minute. I just heard that twice.

"Hey babe," I say.

"Yeah?"

"Could you sing the ABC's for me real quick?" I could almost sense the confusion, but what I could hear and see with my own eyes was Mark standing outside on a balcony, on maybe the 8th floor of The Belluccini.

My eyes widen as I stand there in shock. He just completely lied to me and called me a cheater last night! As he finishes singing the ABC's, I just say into the phone,

"Hey, babe."

"Yeah?"

"I gotta go. See you at home." As I hit the hang-up button, I watched him stare at his phone as I could almost see him roll his eyes. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

I'm not going to let him know that I now know he didn't, in fact, stay the night at "his friend's" but actually in a hotel for some goddamn reason. I watch him walk back into the room as I get in my car and begin my trip to the office, as it is already 7:30.