I can Explain
24 hours earlier
I stumble back into my hotel room. Fuck, where is my phone? I shouldn't have gone with Jason to that club and drank so much. Fucking Rebecca ambushed me, and I now I can't find my phone. I need to call Arryn.
I shower to help me sober up, but it's not helping. I drink some water and lie down to sleep this off.
As I wake up the next morning, my head is pounding. I don't even remember drinking that much to feel this shitty.
I knock on Jason's door so that I can call my phone. I call my phone, and it's off. I'll have to call the phone company later and get a new one.
We get something to eat so I can get over this hangover before I have to perform tonight. Jason looks like he feels like I am. We don't speak much. I tell him to text Arryn and let her know that I lost my phone.
We get through soundcheck, and I take a nap backstage in my dressing room.
After I wake up, I feel a lot better, and Jason must too because he is smiling at me.
After my concert, we head to a bar. I don't want to, but Jason practically begs me. All I want to do is talk to Arryn, but I don't have my damn phone. I hope she's not worried. If she were, she'd call Jason. I'll ask him to use his phone when we get back so I can call her.
I've only had two drinks, but my vision starts to blur. I try to look for Jason, but I can't find him. The room starts to spin a little, and the last thing I can see is a blurry Rebecca walking towards me with a smile on her face, and I blackout.
"ALARIC!" I hear someone yell my name, so I start to wake up with a groan. My head is pounding, and I feel sick. What time is it?
I sit up slightly and see Arryn. I smile at her, but my smile drops when I see that she is crying and looks furious. What's going on?
I look to my side and see the Wicked Witch sitting up in my bed, and she's fucking naked. What the fuck? I jump out of bed and don't even bother putting on clothes out, so my dick is just hanging out for anyone to see. I basically run towards Arryn, and she puts her hand up, stopping me.
I start to explain what's going on, "Bab-" but she cuts me off.
"This is is why you haven't been answering my calls since yesterday?" Her voice is shaking, and she's crying. My eyes start to water.
"No, baby, let me explain," I beg her.
"How the fuck are you going to explain being asleep and naked with her, who is also naked, in your bed?" I'm stunned. I don't know how to explain anything. It doesn't look good.
She looks at The Wicked Witch and is glaring at her.
"You can have him. He's nothing but a fucking liar and cheater. You deserve each other." Her voice is calm. I gulp.
She looks at me, and her eyes are dark. "This is over, personally and professionally. I'll call Damien and arrange everything. I'll be out of your apartment as soon as I can. Don't call me or text me."
A tear falls from my eyes. I can't believe this is happening. How could I do this?
She turns away and starts walking to the door. I grab her hand to stop her from leaving, but she yanks it away and stomps away. I hear the door slam.
I turn around and face this witch who is still in my bed.
"Get the fuck out," I say slowly with a growl.
I start to put clothes on and run to Jason's room. I quickly knock on his door.
He answers it and steps out without a shirt on. Someone must be in his room.
"Please go run and catch Arryn. She's leaving." I say hurriedly.
His brows furrow, and he's about to ask a question, but his eyes shift around my shoulder, and they widen, but then he looks back at me and shoots daggers.
"What the fuck is she doing in your room, Ric?" He yells at me as the Wicked Witch confidently walks by.
"I don't know. Go get Arryn, please." I beg him and walk back to my room.
When I get to my room, I look around. I see the clothes that I was wearing earlier scattered everywhere, and I see Rebecca's too. I see a few used condoms on the floor. Fuck! I run my fingers through my hair. My head is pounding. Why can't I remember how I got here?
I pick up a condom that's on the floor to throw it away and notice it is empty. I grab the other ones, and they are empty too. It's been opened, but there isn't any cum in it. My eyes widen. That fuckin bitch is trying to set me up.
"FUCK!" I yell out.
I hear knocking on my door. I open it, and it's Jason.
He walks in, "she left, bro. What happened?" His face is grim.
I blow out air. "I don't know, man. I was at the bar, and I felt hammered, and that's the last thing I remember. Then I woke up, and Arryn was standing here, and the Wicked Witch was in my bed. And we were both naked." My voice is shaking, and I have tears in my eyes.
"How much did you drink, man?"
"I only hand two drinks!" My voice raises.
His eyebrows shoot up. "Damn. I think you were drugged."
My eyes widen. "Get a doctor here to draw my blood. Also, look at this." I show him the opened condoms.
His lips curl in disgust.
"They are empty, man. I didn't fuck her. She's setting me up."
He blows out air and nods his head. "Give me a minute. I'll make some calls."
About 45minutes pass, and a doctor shows up. He takes my blood and swabs my mouth. He says he will rush the results, and I should have them by morning.
I pack my things and go to the front desk to ask for a new room. There's no way I'm sleeping in a bed when that bitch was in there naked.
As I'm lying in my new bed, I think about how I'm going to fix this with Arryn. I can't lose her. I hear knocking, and I jump up.
The doctor comes in and tells me that I was drugged and I have no other saliva in my mouth. So that proves I didn't kiss that bitch at all, and the empty condoms mean I didn't fuck her.
I have another concert in 4days. I have Jason arrange everything for me to go home quickly. Hopefully, all this will convince Arryn that I didn't cheat on her.