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With her hands firmly planted under his slightly sweaty armpits, Maggie dragged him off the side of the bed and, feet bumping over the floor, toward the bathroom. He was heavy and awkward but she was on a mission.She paused a few times to regain her breath but didn’t let him go until they reached the bathroom. She used one last shove to get him into the shower and when he started to slump over to one side, propped him up against the cool wall.Then she turned the cold water on full blast and waited for a reaction.After the first shocking sprays splashed over his shoulder and chest, Robert opened his eyes and sat up.His mouth parted as though he were about to say something, lips working silently.But he apparently got used to the temperature change quickly—the eyes half-closed into slits and the mouth stopped.He rested his head in the corner of the shower, where it promptly got doused with water that trailed down his body to the now-soaked underwear clinging to his lower half.
Rolling up her sleeves, Maggie leaned into the shower stall and slapped him—hard—across his right cheek.“Robert!” she shouted over the roar of the cascading water.“Robert! Wake up! Please!”
His eyes fluttered open again.A thick pink tongue came out to lap up a droplet of water on his top lip.Slowly, he raised a hand to his grey-streaked dark hair and felt the wetness falling over him.He turned his head up slightly and crinkled his brow in confusion.“Wha—where am I? What is this?” he mumbled, trying to shield his face from the water with one arm and steady himself on the slippery surface with the other.Then he saw Maggie and took in her dishevelled appearance.“Oh, fuck… Did we…?”
Maggie shook her head.“Sadly, no.”
“What the—what happened?”He held a hand to his wet forehead and groaned.“I feel like I got run over by a truck.”Then he sat up straight, the look of a terrified child in his wide brown eyes.“Oh my God… Did I…? Oh, fuck me…What the fuck did I do?”
Maggie turned the water off and held out an arm to help him up.He grabbed it and stood up, slipping once and steadying himself against her body.She could feel a damp handprint spreading across her hip through the thin material of her blouse.He was looking at her for an answer.She gave him a towel to cover himself but he wiped his face with it and let it drop to the bathroom floor.He wandered out of the room and over to an armchair beside the bed, heaving himself into it.Puddles of water soaked into the carpet between the bathroom and the chair.Maggie sat on the edge of the bed, saying nothing.
Robert looked down at the wet footprints on the floor and twisted his hands together.“I did it, didn’t I? I fucked up royally.After ten fucking years, I fucking blew it, didn’t I?Didn’t I?”
She wanted to reassure him that everything would be fine, but how could she?“Well, I saw you at a club, and you looked… drunk.I don’t think anyone else recognized you, but I did and I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I followed you outside… You collapsed in an alley and I got you up and into a cab and brought you here, to this hotel.I found…”
“What?” He was standing now, pacing around the room in his cold, wet, nearly see-through briefs.
“… some coke in your jacket pocket.At least, I think that’s what it was…”
He slammed his right fist into his left palm.“Fuck! Where is it?”
“I flushed it down the toilet.”
“Good. How much was there?”
“Quite a lot, I guess…like a third of a sandwich bag full.”
“Good, good.”
“Why is that good?”
“Well, I’m hoping that means I didn’t do very much of it. Not that it really matters—I’m fucked anyway.”
“It’ll be okay, Robert, you--”
“No, it won’t.”
“It was just once, right? I mean, you can get back on track and--”
“You don’t understand. My life is over.She’s going to know, everyone’s going to know, my marriage, my career—it’s all going to be over, gone. I finally fucked up for good this time.” He raked his fingers through his hair, grabbed a fistful, and pulled hard.
“How will she know?” Maggie said quietly.
“I can’t lie to Susan.” He shook his head and a tear fell down his cheek. He brushed it away as though he didn’t deserve to feel sorry for himself. He looked tired, old, scared.
Maggie took a deep breath.“Look, Robert, I know you and Susan have a relationship built on trust, and you don’t want to start lying to her the way you did…before…but you have to realize… I mean, from what I’ve read and what I’ve heard you say about her… that there’s a good chance she will leave you if you tell her this. A very good chance.”
“I know.That’s what scares me.I don’t think I… I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”
“Then don’t tell her.No one has to know. As far as I know, I’m the only one who saw you.The cabbie couldn’t even see your face and when I brought you here, I left you in the cab until I’d booked a room and then took you in the back.”
“But you know.”
“But I’ll never tell.”
“How much do you want?”
“What? Nothing! I don’t want your money, Robert. I just want to help you.”
"Why?"
“What do you mean, why?Why are you so suspicious? I’m just a fan who admires you and wants to see you do well.That’s all.”
“Really? That’s all?”
“Really.” Thoughts of hinting at some kind of exchange—a bit of romance for her silence—flitted across her flustered mind, but she tried to shut them out.“Now… You should get dressed and call someone.Do you have a sponsor? That you can trust?”
“Of course.” Jimmy. He’d be so disappointed.
Maggie handed him his socks, pants, shirt, and jacket. “Here. They’re wrinkled… Sorry, I didn’t think to send them out to be cleaned—I was just trying to make sure you didn’t die on me.”
He nodded and took the clothes, but made no move to put them on.
Maggie went into the bathroom and returned with a plastic cup full of water and two extra strength Advils.She held them out to him and he gulped them down gratefully, then continued to stand there looking bewildered. “Um, Robert?”
"Mm?"
“Aren’t you getting cold? You should get out of those wet…” Involuntarily, she glanced down at his crotch.
“Right.” He agreed absentmindedly and started pulling the wet shorts down over his hips.
Maggie turned away.
“Ah, you don’t have to do that. Everybody in L.A. and half of New York’s seen my cock already.” He sounded cold, matter-of-fact.
“Yes, I do.”
“Are you shy?” he smirked, some of the old flirtatiousness momentarily lighting up his face.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just--”
“Just what?”
“Just that you’re torturing me, and it’s not fair!” She felt her face flush red as she said it.
His smile broadened.“Oh!” Off came the undershorts. As he peeled them down over the dark hairs of his thighs, Maggie’s eyes were glued to his body. Robert stepped out of the wet pile on the floor and walked towards her, naked.“If I’m gonna fuck up my whole life, I might as well have some fun doing it.”
She backed away. “Robert…”
"Mmhmm?"
“You don’t want to do this.”
“Yes I do.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”He stood in front of her now, as she leaned against the wall.She had nowhere to go.He reached out and started to unbutton her blouse.
“Robert, don’t…”
He stopped, looking hurt.“Really? You don’t want to?Cause if you don’t want to, of course I won’t…”
But she couldn’t answer. Her throat was suddenly dry and a swollen, achy feeling between her legs was keeping her from speaking.She made no move to leave his powerful presence.
“Um… I don’t even know your name.”
“Maggie,” she whispered.
“Um, Maggie?”
"Yes?"
“Can I kiss you?”
“Oh, God.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.”
And then his soft, strong lips were on hers, his tongue was in her mouth, her knees were buckling and he was scooping her up in his arms.He set her down gently on the bed and undid her blouse the rest of the way while they kissed.She knew it was wrong.It was wrong to do this to Susan; it was wrong to let him do this to himself.But she had no choice.She was physically and emotionally incapable of saying no to this man. His lips moved down her throat to her breasts.She wrapped her hands around his toned arms and held on.When he reached her thighs, she sucked in a breath, trying to prepare herself for the blissful agony to come.She didn’t want it to be over too soon.His tongue and fingers explored her body and she heard herself moan aloud.Think of something else. Oh, God. Not yet. Just in time, the shaggy-haired head moved away from her midsection and he pulled himself up to face her.Reading the look in her eyes, he held himself over her, resting on his elbows, and positioned his torso in between her wide-spread legs.And then, without warning, he was inside her, his stiff cock sliding easily in and out of her.Rational thought left her entirely.Maggie could do nothing but writhe in response to his thrusts and groan uninhibitedly.
“Is this okay?” he asked softly.
She couldn’t talk, just moaned in reply. Her hands ran down his shoulders, his back, his firm, round ass.She pushed him harder against her and he quickened his pace.She couldn’t delay her orgasm any longer—the sensation of his body inside hers and the knowledge that he was fucking her was more than she could handle.She quaked and quivered beneath him.Then he was outside of her, flipping her over.This time he didn’t ask what she wanted.Maggie didn’t know where he was planning to put his cock, and she didn’t care.Brushing it against her ass, at the last second, he entered her pussy again, but the gentle Robert was gone.He grabbed her hair and pushed harder and harder into her until she could barely breathe, her face was shoved so far into the oversized pillow.Grinding mercilessly into her, punishing her, Robert grunted as he came, and a string of tears fell straight from his eye onto the pillow beside her head.Turned the opposite way, she didn’t know that he was crying.I’m sorry, he thought.
A few seconds later, he was off of her, lying beside her on the bed.He stared up at the ceiling, then covered his eyes with his arm.Maggie pushed the hair out of her face and rolled over onto her side, trying to pull the covers over her not-so-toned frame.She looked at him.“I—Don’t be--” She didn’t know what she was trying to say.
He took his arm down and smiled feebly at her. “I’m okay. Was that okay for you? I mean, I’m sorry if I…”
“It was amazing.”
He looked back at the ceiling. Even though he was insanely rich, almost fifty, and fully to blame for everything that had happened that night, Maggie saw him as a lost little boy. Instinctively, she put her hand on his brow and smoothed his hair back, petting him like a sick child.
“My—my father died today,” he said.
“Oh Robert, I’m so sorry. Is that why…?”
“I don’t know. It’s as good an excuse as any, I suppose.”
She waited for more.Would he cry in front of her? She’d seen videos of him with his dad, the two with their arms around each other, his father kissing his cheek.They seemed to love each other very much.
He didn’t cry. Instead, he pulled on his pants and picked up his Blackberry.He scrolled through his contacts list quickly and pushed a button.Seconds later, someone answered on the other end.“Hey, it’s Robert. . . Is it really 3 a.m.? Sorry… I just had to call you…” He turned his body away from Maggie, toward the door.“I—I did something stupid.Something really, really stupid.And I don’t know what to do now.”There was a pause.“Worse than that. . . . No, I don’t want to ruin your Christmas… Well, yeah, I need you.”He was speaking so quietly now, she could barely hear him.“Pearson.Call me when you touch down.And—thanks.”
He was still turned away from her, facing the wall, when he put the phone down.
“Was that your wife?” Maggie asked.
Robert shook his head.
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