Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous

CHAPTER 3

The short ride back to the hotel was rather uncomfortable. If it had been seven months earlier it would have been way more entertaining, Kelly writhing against the leather seats with my tongue down her throat and my fingers pumping inside her. But it's wasn't seven months earlier and so the whole trip was spent in an uncomfortable silence, every time any part of my body even brushed against her she would jerk away and scoot over a little more, until she was practically hugging the door. I thought that if she could've, she would have preferred getting out and running alongside the car just to get away from me.

The ride in the elevator was much the same. Shit, what the fuck was the point of going somewhere private to talk if we weren't actually going to talk? Or makeout. Whichever.

Kelly fumbled with the keycard a few times before finally getting it right and opened the door before stepping back to let me in.
I throw my arms up in frustration. "So here we are... mph." I'm cut off by her practically throwing me against the wall and forcing her tongue into my mouth. Well, this was totally unexpected. I can feel her fingers fumbling at my belt buckle as I slide my hands up under her shirt and undo the clasp of her bra.

"Oh, fuck." She moans as I move my mouth to her neck, sucking hard on the soft skin. Nice to know that I haven't lost my touch.

"Wait, wait." She whispers through swollen lips, pushing me back a little.

"What?" I ask, pulling her belt undone.

"This isn't what I -" She swallows hard and leans her head against mine. "We were going to talk."

"'Were' being the operative word." What the fuck is wrong with her?

She let's me kiss her again before pushing me away. Again.

"No." Oh for fuck's sake.

"What's wrong with you?" She drops her hands from my hips and turns away.

"I'm seeing somebody." So what? I'm sure that she'd be more than happy to join in.

It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. "Who?"

"Trey."

Oh, now that is priceless. "Trey?" I say between giggles. "David's old roommate, Trey? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard."

"Why? What's so funny?" She really doesn't get it. I feel bad for laughing but seriously.

"Um, well to start with he's a guy." Oh poor clueless Kelly.

"So?"

"And you're gay."

"No, I'm not. Just because of -" She gestures futilely at me. "-doesn't make me gay. If I am you are too."

"What are you five years old?" She looks appropriately ashamed. "Kel, I'm not gay. I screw guys too." She opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off. "I'm bi, but you are most definitely one hundred percent gay."

"I'm not! I've dated guys too!"

"Yeah, guys you can barely even bring yourself to kiss." Oh Kel, why are you making me do this? "Look Kelly, it's okay. This isn't a bad thing."

Now she's crying. Jesus. I take a seat on the end of the bed and pat the spot next to me. "Come here." She ambles over like a lost puppy.

"I can't be gay. I can't." She sobs, burying her face in my hair. Thanks Kel , now I'm going to have to wash it again. Why do you have to be such a sloppy crier?

"You are."

"But how...I...how could you know when I didn't. I don't. Is it that obvious?"

"Well yeah, for me more than most. Obviously. But there's been a lot of speculation and honestly ever since the first time I saw you, you've pinged my gaydar pretty damn hard." I rub her back, feeling bad for putting her through this but isn't better for it to happen now? Before she pushes herself into a relationship with a guy and ends up marrying him because that's what everyone expects from her but is not what she really wants?

"You're lying." Suddenly she's all pissed off. Fucking mood swings, I wonder if she's PMS-ing.

"Wha...Kelly." She pushes me away.

"Get out!" She says in a low voice.

Fucking hell, she's angrier than I've ever seen her. God, everything had been going so well till she decided that we needed to 'talk'.

"GET OUT." She screams when I hesitate. I know that the right thing to do would be to stay and try and talk her though this. But I'm not one to always do the right thing, instead I take the easy way out and walk away. My guilty conscience soothed by my half assed assurances that I'd call her the next day after she had cooled down.

Besides I need to wash my hair , I can already feel it starting to stick together. Ew.


TBC