A Twist of Fate (15 page)

“Nooooooooooooooooooo,” I protested. “I want another drink.”

“Lexi, I think
you’ve had enough, now come on.” Alex pried my hands away from the
bar.

“I’m not
sleeping with you Asshole.” I protested loudly.

Troy and Dan
came over to see what the commotion was about, Dan smiled broadly
as he watched me push Alex away and reach for the bottle.

“Hey Lex! Calm
down! Alex is just trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself,
you’re not exactly in a rational state,” James reasoned.

“I am taking
you to the guest room of my suite, you can argue with me if you
like, but either way you’re going,” Alex snapped pulling the bottle
of Patron from my hands.

I had no energy
to argue; he took my silence as it was intended, I had surrendered.
Alex lifted my wary body and carried me to the elevator. I nuzzled
into his chest, he smelt so good. He must have showered. I
struggled to keep my eyes open; my lids kept falling despite my
brain’s protest. I heard the faint sound of the elevator “ding” as
we arrived at his floor. I tried to force my eyes open but they
wouldn’t budge. He placed me gently on a bed and removed my
shoes.

“Lexi, do you
need anything?” he whispered.

“Water.” I
begged as my eyes closed again.

Alex left me
briefly before returning, handing me a bottle of ice, cold water.
“Lexi, here, drink.”

“Mmmmmm that
feels so good,” I moaned, the icy water flowed down my throat and
extinguished my insatiable thirst.

“Wow, here I
was thinking I was special, yet the water gets the same reaction,”
He laughed.

“Right now this
water is giving me more pleasure than you are,” I snorted.

“Well that’s
your own fault. You made it clear you weren’t sleeping with me,” he
snickered.

“That’s cause
I’m mad at you!” I jeered, more angry at myself than him.

His tone
softened. “Why Baby? Why are you Mad?”

I scrunched my
eyes tight - why did I have to say anything? Damn it, now he was
expecting an explanation. How could I tell him what seeing him with
those other women did to me. “Why Baby... you can tell me” he
asked, his hands caressing my arm.

“I don’t want
to talk about it.” I whispered.

“Ok then, well
I guess I’ll get going.... good night Lexi.” He leant in and kissed
me gently on the lips.

I raised my
hands and hooked them around his neck. “Don’t leave.” I
murmured.

“Lexi. I don’t
know, you sure?”

“Yes, I’m
sure... I want you here... with me... just the two of us.” My words
were punctuated by kisses across his face. I hated myself. I wanted
him. I didn’t want to be alone and I hated it.

“Baby, I have
never taken advantage of a drunk girl and I’m not about to start
now. You said you didn’t want to sleep with me. Somewhere in that
beautiful head of yours there has to be a reason for that. I’ll
stay if you want me to stay, but no sex.” He laid me back down on
the bed.

“You’re such a
tease, you promised.” I pouted.

“Yeah, I’m a
real asshole - so you’ve told me, now go to sleep! My bitchy
publicist will be pissed if she finds out I’m not getting my beauty
sleep” He laughed. He put his arms around me and I fell asleep.

My head
throbbed, my body ached and I felt nausea in the pit of my stomach.
How much did I drink? I cracked open one eye and saw the time,
6:00am. Why was I so freaking hot? I tried to lift myself off the
bed but I was stuck, tied down. What the hell? Something was laying
on me. Its weight shifted - his cool fluid voice was barely a
whisper.

“You okay baby?
You need more water?” Alex asked.

“Huh? What am I
doing here?” I questioned, my head still fighting fog.

“You were
pretty drunk last night, Lex. I wasn’t about to send you off home
like that, regardless of your protests,” he clarified.

“Oh, yeah...
last night.” The events of the past evening came flooding back to
me! As I sat up in bed, my head felt heavy.

“Ugghhhhhhhhh I
feel sick.” I groaned.

“Next day
remorse,” he laughed. “Been there too many times.”

“Did we?...” I
asked.

“No,” he
affirmed.

“I’m sorry
Alex, I’m sure you didn’t want to spend your night babysitting me
when you could have been getting laid. I’ll grab my stuff and get
out of here.” I attempted again to raise my head off the pillow but
he pushed me back down.

“Hey, no one
held a gun to my head and I’d rather be here sleeping beside you
than getting blown by some random chick I don’t care about.
Besides, I got to break the rules last night,” he smirked.

“What rules?” I
questioned, unsure of what exactly had transpired last night.

“I got you to
sleep over!” he exclaimed.

“This doesn’t
count. I was unconscious, I didn’t have free will,” I argued.

“Oh it counts
baby.” He countered unable to hide his broad grin.

“Alex, I think
lines are getting blurred. I don’t know what came over me last
night, this isn’t our arrangement. This isn’t what we wanted,” I
tried to reason, hiding the real reason why I had felt the need to
numb myself with alcohol.

“How do you
know what I want Lexi? You’ve never asked me!” His voice was now
heated.

“We agreed! You
agreed!” Was all I could manage.

“Yes I agreed,
cause I wanted you. You intrigue me the way no other woman has. I
love that you call it how it is. It’s so refreshing. But the
sneaking around bullshit, that’s not me. If I’m with a girl, I
don’t hide it like it’s something I’m ashamed of.” He growled.

“I’m not
ashamed; I just don’t need to broadcast who I’m screwing! So this
doesn’t work for you? Is that what you’re saying?” I jeered.

“I want to be
with
you
, just you. We don’t have to be like James and
Hannah but I just don’t like this
just fucking
status you
seem to have attached to us.” He hissed.

“Well you sure
have a funny way of showing it! Did you happen to inform the blonde
bimbo who was eye fucking you back stage or the equally classless
blonde who was riding you like a prized bull last night?” I
exploded.

“WHAT?! You
were backstage? So that is why you are mad!” he surmised. “Lexi...I
wasn’t with anyone last night. YES - I was talking to girls, it’s
part of the job. Girls feel entitled to touch and flirt with me but
you know what, it doesn’t mean shit. I didn’t kiss or touch anyone.
I didn’t want to. I wanted YOU.” He assured me.

I closed my
eyes, what did I want? I can’t go down this road. I would not be
one of those women who sacrificed everything for a man at the cost
of herself. I had done that once and I would never do it again.

“Alex, I don’t
want a boyfriend. I’m sorry.” My voice wavered.

“No boyfriend,”
he confirmed “just no one else. I don’t share well, Lexi, and by
the sounds of it neither do you.”

“I don’t know
Alex,” I protested.

“Okay, let’s
negotiate then,” he countered.

“Okay - No
boyfriend, no girlfriend; but no one else. No phone calls. No sleep
overs. No one knows. That’s as far as I’m going to bend.” I
proposed.

He sighed. “I
don’t like the no sleep over rule. Think of how many more times I
could please you if you stayed in my bed, or I in yours,” he
coaxed.

“Well that is a
good point but it’s still a no,” I argued.

“Well I guess
you’ve just challenged me to see if I can change your mind,” he
nodded.

“Knock yourself
out,” I laughed.

“So, now that
we have gotten that out of the way…” I murmured. He stared at me
with his astonishing clear eyes and lowered his head.

“Yes?” he
asked.

“This is the
part where you pleasure me. Or was that all talk?” I panted. His
amazing smile spread across his face.

“All talk?” he
scoffed. “Do you how much restraint I showed last night? You’re
going to be walking with a limp” he smirked.

It was
everything he promised and more. I lost count of the number of
times he brought me to climax; he was an incredible and attentive
lover. We took turns in assuming the lead. He submitted to me, and
I to him, each instance bringing its own set of rewards.

“I should go
home, you have another show tonight” I panted, unable to catch my
breath.

“You coming?”
he smirked.

“Didn’t I
already?” I laughed.

“As it should
be!” he asserted.

“Oh baby, no
one could ever accuse you of not fulfilling your duty as my sex
slave” I chortled as I stroked his damp, sex matted hair.

“I’ve got the
business cards to prove it,” he mused.

There was a
gentle knock at the door. “I’ll go get that; why don’t you go grab
a shower? Feel free to take one of my shirts if you like.” He
smiled and slid on a pair of boxer shorts. I reluctantly climbed
out of bed and entered the bathroom. My body ached as much as my
head did. Alex’s threat of a giving me a limp was not idle, he was
a man of his word. I laughed aloud as I recalled the events that
had brought me to this point - a crazy twist of fate.

~~~~~~

“Ugggghhhhh”
moaned Hannah as we sat across from each other in the dining room;
our eyes concealed by large sunglasses. People filtered in and
joined us for a late breakfast.

“Oh my God. Can
you turn down that shirt?” I stammered as Dan approached wearing a
bright yellow Sex Pistols t-shirt.

“There is
nothing wrong with this shirt; it’s my favourite. I brought it from
the village,” Dan exclaimed.

“Well maybe the
village will take it back!” I snipped.

“Never Mind the
Bollocks,” said Dan attempting a dirty British accent. “This album
was pivotal! Maybe you need to lay off the booze.”

“Shut it Dan!”
Alex interjected.

“Hey don’t be
pissed at me cause you ended up with the chick that wouldn’t put
out,” Dan laughed.

“Maybe you
should spend less time with your hand on snatch and more time on a
bass so you don’t sound like shit.” I fired back.

“BUUUURRRRNNNN!” laughed Troy.

“Dude you just
got owned by a drunk girl.” Jason declared, unable to hide his
pleasure.

“Oh, we are
definitely keeping her,” Alex laughed. James nodded in
agreement.

“Yeah,
whatever!” was all Dan could muster as the table erupted into fits
of laughter.

“You should try
eating something,” James offered.

“I don’t think
I can stomach anything” I conceded. Hannah tentatively bit into her
toast. “How much did we drink?” I asked her.

“I don’t
remember, I thought you were keeping track?” she grimaced.

“You made me
the responsible one?” I asked as I giggled in disbelief.

“It hurts to
laugh” she groaned.

“I didn’t think
it was possible but my hair hurts,” I agreed. Alex sat down between
us with two glasses of orange juice, the sight made me want to dry
heave.

“Drink!” he
ordered, “Both of you.”

“Ughhhh Alex, I
can’t do juice right now.” I protested as I pushed the glass away.
Hannah wrinkled her nose at the mere suggestion.

“What the hell
is in this Alex?” she quizzed as she sniffed her glass.

“Drink it, you
guys will feel better. The hair of the dog. Drink!”

“Are you
insane?” I asked, I couldn’t believe he was trying to give us more
alcohol.

“Actually, he’s
right. You will feel better. Alex and I have both been there.”
James added as he rubbed Hannah’s back.

“FINE!” I
gulped as I drained the glass. I winced and held my stomach as I
willed myself not to lose what little contents it held. “Uhhhhhh” I
mumbled.

“I’m not sure
Babe.” Hannah hesitated, looking to James for reassurance.

“You chicken?”
I goaded her as I started to feel a little better.

“No,” Hannah
insisted. “I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“If you’re
chicken, just say you’re chicken Han,” Troy added.

“It’s okay
Baby, you will feel better” James encouraged. Hannah placed the
glass to her lips, and scrunched her eyes as she took a deep
breath.

“One, Two,
Three - Swallow,” Alex grinned.

“Word to live
by Man, words to live by,” Dan joked.

“Dan! That’s my
fucking wife!” James hissed.

“Sorry dude, I
got caught in the moment. Sorry Han.” He shrugged. Troy and Jason
both unsuccessfully stifled their laughter.

“Can you eat
now?” Alex asked.

“Not sure, I
think I should just go home,” I shrugged.

“I’d rather see
you eat something first. Do you want some more juice? I’ll leave
out the vodka this time,” he smiled.

“Ugh! Ok, if it
gets you off of my back. I’ll eat something,” I mumbled.

“Mmmmm. I’d
love to get you on your back,” he whispered as he leant into my
ear, everyone else oblivious to his flirtation. He stood up and
walked over to the breakfast buffet and loaded a plate with food.
He sat it in front of me, a selection of fruit and baked goods. I
tentatively bit into a strawberry; it was sweet and delicious. He
pushed the plate closer, silently encouraging me to eat more. I
hesitated but finally settled on a bunch of grapes and a bagel,
Alex nodding approvingly as I ate.

“Better?” He
asked.

“Yes,” I
answered.

“Never drinking
again!” Hannah exclaimed, her head resting in her hands.

“I think we
just need to keep better track, Hannah. And no more tequila!” I
groaned.

“No more
tequila!” Hannah agreed.

~~~~~~

Hannah and I
became close over the course of the following week. Mike’s recovery
was coming along and his parents had flown home. Hannah had decided
to stay for the duration of the Melbourne leg and was flying home
when the boys headed to their next destination. The days were the
same; I filled them with work, trying to balance the Power Station
account with my regular work. Kate was patient because of the money
it was bringing in but I could see that she was looking forward to
having me back full time and at her disposal. I sneaked in a couple
of long lunches here and there and took Hannah shopping, her taste
was impeccable and she had the credit card to back it up. The shop
assistants fell over themselves to attend to us, it was fun.