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lucas-pratt:
Lucas had been in the studio for far too long, with his second album halfway done he was anxious to complete it and put it out the masses. He was excited about this album, most of the songs he had written himself while his first was littered with big name song writers that guaranteed a Grammy and second album. These songs meant more for him, even the one that he hadn’t expected to write. In the mix of sheets it had popped into his head and he couldn’t get it out until he knew it sounded perfect. The last note belted out until it came out into a small hum that faded out. His eyes looked up from the microphone in front of him and to the other room that was separated by a mirror glass. He was expecting a thumbs up from the producer and his manger telling him that he was done for the day but the look on their face was one he wasn’t used to. His peeled off the headphones of his ears before speaking. “Come one it can’t be that bad right?” The talent that came out of him was undeniable that much he knew. It wasn’t until his manger pressed the intercom button and the long sigh that came out of the man almost made Lucas want to shake him and tell him to spit it out. “It’s Regan, it’s out.” There were only 2 people that knew about her, his manger and his best friend, how it got out he had no idea but it did. His mind raced a million miles a minute; first thought was the dark haired girl that had shared the bed with him nearly days ago. They had always been careful, there was a unspoken protocol in place so this exact situation wouldn’t happen. It took him less than 3 minutes to get out of the studio after hearing his manger yell out his name for him to stop and then another 5 for him to push past the swarm of paparazzi that shouted questions at him which he refused to answer. The drive to the familiar hotel had started to feel like habit, almost as if it was a routine and the text popped up in the screen of the dashboard. It made his foot pressed faster on the pedal cutting through traffic in a way that any other day it would barely make it on the top list of trending topics on twitter but now they were #1. He barely handed his keys to the valet before making his way to their room and simply opening the door without a knock. “How did this happen?” He asked in a rush then simply shaking his head once his eyes met hers, instantly feeling guilty that those were the first words he said to her. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
As the seconds ticked away Regan waited for Lucas to arrive at the hotel room that had basically been their home away from home. Usually she felt good here, alive and excited, waiting for him to come to her so they could be together. Right now she hated it, she hated thee boring bedspread and the tacky paintings on the wall. It took everything in her not to rip them off the walls and smash them against the desk that had only ever been used as a surface for the two of them to have sex on. Regan cringed when she thought about it. The one memory of them naked on the desk made her mind flood with other memories just like it. The bathroom counter, the shower, the floor, and the bed. The bed where she’d shed her clothes for him for the first time. The night in the club was still fresh in her mind, like it was yesterday. As cliche as it made her feel she still thought about it. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking about his mouth and his fingers and how he’d made her feel more than any other man.
Regan had turned her phone off when she got to the room. She didn’t want to hear from anyone except for him. There weren’t even words for how angry she was. Sure the sex tape had been her idea, there was no way her innocent boy bander would ever dream of doing something like that until she said it. They had sworn that it would be safe for just them and now it was for everyone. She stopped pacing around the room and sat on the plush king bed. Her head fell to her hands as she tried to keep herself together. She couldn’t believe what a cliche she was for this. Another reality star with a sex tape, very original. Before she could give into her overwhelming emotions Lucas burst in the room. Her mouth opened to speak but he beat her too it. “Am I okay? No I’m not okay. What the fuck would make you think I’m okay. Why don’t you tell me how this happened? Is this your idea, your way of getting some press for the album?” Regan was screaming getting right up in his face. She sounded like a crazy person and she probably looked like one too. “You pretend to be so innocent but you’re not are you? Well congratulations you played me good Pratt.”
