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Authors: Deborah Bladon
Pulse - Part Three (The Pulse Series)
PULSE
Part Three
By: Deborah Bladon
First Original Edition, June
2014
Copyright © 2014 by Deborah Bladon
ISBN: 9780993721670
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and situations either are the product of the author's imagination or are used factiously.
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"I can't wait to get out of these clothes." Her voice is sweet and high. She's probably gorgeous and already half naked. He's pouring himself a drink. I know he is. He drinks too much, he fucks too much, and he lies way too much.
I glance back down at my phone to the text message Rebecca sent me ten minutes ago. She convinced the security guard to take her to the lobby when she told him she was feeling sick so I could have more time in the room. Who knew she had such mad acting skills? Who knew within minutes after she walked away Nathan would glide through the door with another of his fuck buddies? Now, here I am, stuck in the bedroom of his hotel suite while he gets ready to fuck someone else. Great, Jessica. What are you going to do now, hide under the bed? It could be an option if I wouldn't end up with a concussion from the mattress banging me in the head when he's ramming whoever the hell he brought in here with him.
There's no time like the present. I take a deep breath, pick up his smartphone, adjust the hem of my dress and walk out the bedroom door.
"What the fuck? Jessica?" It doesn't take him more than a second to see me. He's standing next to the bar with a drink in his hand, his suit coat already off. A suit on a Saturday night? Fucking lawyer.
"Nate, what's wrong?" The brunette standing next to him grabs hold of his arm. At least all of her clothes are still on. Jeans and a t-shirt? Where did he meet this one? At the drugstore when he was picking up his monthly supply of five hundred condoms? Would that even be enough? I'd guess a thousand to be safe.
"Jessica…" That's it. Nothing else comes out of his lying, cheating, bastard mouth than that.
"Nate," I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of saying his name the way he likes it. I'll just follow the lead of the condom clerk. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Very adult of you, Jessica. Asking to meet the next passenger on his never ending fuck train shows just how mature you really are.
"I'm not his friend…I'm," she's stammering. Of course she is.
I take a step towards them. "I'm not his friend either," I offer. "I'm just a random fuck too."
"Shut up," he snaps. He's pissed. Well, good for him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What the fuck am I doing here?" Seems like a good place to start. "What about you? Last time I checked this isn't Boston."
The brunette is pulling on his arm. "What's going on, Nate?" Her eyes are glued to his face but his gaze never breaks mine.
"I'll tell you what's going on." I dangle his smartphone in the air. It hangs precariously between my index finger and thumb. "Nate has a few dozen calls he needs to return and a few hundred text messages he should read from all the women he's been fucking."
"Shit." His breathing stalls as his eyes hone in on the phone. "How the hell did you get in here? Who let you in?"
I cock a brow. Thank God I had that shot of tequila before I came up here. I can feel a tiny buzz racing through me, that and more anger than I've ever felt before. "Like that matters," I spit back. "Why the hell do you still have this room?" That was a stupid question. That beautiful brunette standing next to him is one of the many, many reasons he lied about giving up his suite.
"We're not doing this right now." His tone is clipped and terse.
"Are you talking to me or her?" I wave a finger in the air towards what's-her-name who pulls the half empty glass of bourbon from his hand and downs it in one shot. "Good call, girlfriend. You're going to need that if you're hitting the sheets with this one." I nod toward Nathan.
He pulls the glass from her hand and slams it with a vacant thud onto the bar. "You have to go."
"Gladly," I scoff. "Consider me gone."
He's rigid as his icy blue eyes stare into me. "Not you. You're not going anywhere."
"You're not serious?" I challenge. "I'm not hanging out here to watch the two of you go at it."
His face is expressionless as he reaches in the pocket of his pants to pull out a set of keys. "Take these. Go to my apartment for the night."
The brunette reaches for them casually as if it's second nature to her. She's been there. She's been inside his apartment just like I have. "What about…" her voice trails when there are three soft knocks on the door.
It's Rebecca. She's come back looking for me. Nathan takes a heavy step towards the door but I'm faster. I bolt across the room and swing the door open wanting to leave this room, this man and this nightmare behind me.
"Hey, you're Jessica, aren't you? I'm Travis." He's wearing a ball cap pulled low over his forehead. Curly blonde locks spill from the sides.
"Travis," I repeat his name because I have no idea what else to say. Who the hell is Travis and why is he standing in the doorway of Nathan's hotel suite with two suitcases in his hands?
"We're going to Nate's place." The brunette is calling from behind me. What kind of kinky threesome did I stumble on?
"She looks exactly like that picture you showed me on your phone." Travis is a chatty one. Whose picture on whose phone?
I twist around to look at Nathan. He's holding
a
phone in his hand. I'm holding
his
phone in my hand.
"I took this picture of you when you were at the restaurant with your roommates." He holds up the phone and there's an image of me from the side talking to Bryce. I look like I'm eighteen-years-old. It was the day I saw him with his friend, Ivy.
"But this is your phone." I dangle the phone in my hands.
"No," he corrects me with a cock of his brow. "This is my phone."
"We should go, babe." The brunette is inching towards the door teetering a bit as she scurries across the carpeted floor. It's obvious that bourbon has done her in for the night.
"I'm Sandra, by the way." She holds her hand out diminutively. "I'm Nathan's sister."
"You could have stopped me at some point."
He takes a heavy swallow of the drink he just poured before he finally turns around. "What the fuck are you doing in this room?"
"What?" I bark back. "Why don't you tell me why you still have this room?"
He walks past me to sit down on the couch. "Give me the name of the person who let you in."
"You're seriously worried about who let me in to your precious fuck pad?" This is ludicrous. It's so past fucked up that I can't wrap my brain around it.
"Why are you dressed like that?" He tilts his chin at me. "You were downstairs in the club, weren't you?"
My legs are shaking so hard I have to sit on the edge of the coffee table. "Don't change the subject, Nathan."
His eyes blaze down my bare crossed legs. "Were you down there looking for someone to fuck? Did you sneak in here so you could use my room to screw someone else?"
My stomach roils at the suggestion. "Don't do that. Don't."
"Don't do what?" His tone is clipped and harsh. "I leave town and come back early to find you, dressed like that, and smelling like tequila. What am I supposed to think?"
"You?" I bolt to my feet. "What are you supposed to think? What the fuck am I supposed to think about this?" I sweep my arm around the suite. "And this?" I toss the smartphone I found on the bed at him.
He catches it deftly and rests it on his thigh. "What about it?"
"What about it?" I'm yelling and don't give a shit if everyone on the floor hears it. "What about explaining what the fuck is going on?"
"I paid for the room monthly." He runs his hand over his face. "It's not mine anymore after Tuesday."
"You said you gave it up." I can feel the fury building within me. I'm so close to exploding.
"I haven't fucked anyone here, Jessica." His tone is biting. "No one has been in that bed since you."
I wonder in that instant how many women he fucked in this room before me. How many of those women on that phone stood in this exact spot waiting to get their turn. "What about the phone?"
"I don't use this phone often." He qualifies, "It's a phone I used to use in Boston. I got a new number when I moved here last year."
"What?"
"I rarely check it anymore," he says it so flippantly, as if that's going to explain away all the names, numbers and illicit messages sitting on that phone.
"My number is in that phone." I raise my voice even louder. "I'm just one of the Jessicas you have in there. How do you keep us all straight?"
He closes his eyes briefly as if to temper what he wants to say. "You're overreacting. You need to sit down so I can explain."
"I'm not sitting down." I can barely breathe. "You can't explain that." I reach for the phone but he snatches it up before I'm even near it.
"I will explain it." He's so arrogant and smug. What an asshole.
"Start with the thanks for yesterday text. That woman can't get enough of your tongue."
He picks up the phone and runs his thumb across the screen before his eyes scan the messages. "That's Sarah. I haven't fucked her in more than a year."
I shake my head at the illogical response. "Nathan, yesterday doesn't mean a year ago."
"She was thanking me for helping her out of a legal bind." He shrugs his shoulders as if that's magically going to make her tongue comment disappear.
"What the fuck does your tongue have to do with her legal issues?"
"She wanted me to fuck her again. Actually, she wanted me to eat her out so she kept talking about my tongue but it hasn't gone anywhere near her in a long time." He smirks at his own words. He actually thinks this is funny.
"You expect me to believe that?" My foot starts tapping. There's no way he's telling the truth. His head was probably buried between her thighs last night when he got to Boston.
His jaw tightens. "It's the truth, Jessica."
"Bullshit," I spit out.
Cursing under his breath he runs his thumb over the screen of the phone again. He taps it lightly and the room fills with the sound of a phone ringing. He's calling someone, right in the middle of this.
